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capitalh2014-05-20 09:46 pm
cyclogical) wrote in capitalh2014-05-20 09:46 pm
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Who: Shockwave & whoever else is on the Deceptiship
Where: Megatron's (formerly) flying bachelor pad
When: May 20th
What: every Decepticon's favorite evil scientist pays a visit
Warnings: Don't think so!
Where: Megatron's (formerly) flying bachelor pad
When: May 20th
What: every Decepticon's favorite evil scientist pays a visit
Warnings: Don't think so!
Option A
The sun was just barely bouncing light into the sky when the familiar green-white of a space bridge portal breaks the air of Megatron's command deck. The portal illuminates the nearby area as it pulses and circulates for a good five to ten minutes before the silhouetted shape of Shockwave breaks through and enters the deck itself, bridge control remote in hand.
When he answered Megatron's summons for reinforcements, he was expecting a ship bustling with a little more activity than virtually none at all. As the bridge portal closed behind him, he quickly came to realize he was standing on the remains of only a partially functional ship. One that didn't have enough juice to call back a return portal. Ah.
That would have been nice to include in the report before he arrived. He would have brought his favorite predacon bone to keep him company.
Option B
Past introductions, it didn't take long for Shockwave to find a room and a terminal to attach himself to. This one just happened to be in the medbay (thanks Knockout.). For the time being, anyway.
He was going to run diagnostics on the different areas of the ship to properly acclimate himself and see what data has been collected in his absence. On the ship, on their recent activities, and on the planet he now found himself on. One he'd have to reluctantly call home until he could call for another Bridge back to Cybertron.
The sun was just barely bouncing light into the sky when the familiar green-white of a space bridge portal breaks the air of Megatron's command deck. The portal illuminates the nearby area as it pulses and circulates for a good five to ten minutes before the silhouetted shape of Shockwave breaks through and enters the deck itself, bridge control remote in hand.
When he answered Megatron's summons for reinforcements, he was expecting a ship bustling with a little more activity than virtually none at all. As the bridge portal closed behind him, he quickly came to realize he was standing on the remains of only a partially functional ship. One that didn't have enough juice to call back a return portal. Ah.
That would have been nice to include in the report before he arrived. He would have brought his favorite predacon bone to keep him company.
Option B
Past introductions, it didn't take long for Shockwave to find a room and a terminal to attach himself to. This one just happened to be in the medbay (thanks Knockout.). For the time being, anyway.
He was going to run diagnostics on the different areas of the ship to properly acclimate himself and see what data has been collected in his absence. On the ship, on their recent activities, and on the planet he now found himself on. One he'd have to reluctantly call home until he could call for another Bridge back to Cybertron.
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And then, amidst his stubborn protesting, Shockwave looks like he's getting ready to leave. Well, about time. Knock Out huffs, clearly ruffled, and gives Shockwave a rather uncharitable look.
"Well next time you feel the need to usurp my medibay, I'd appreciate a little advance notice!"
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"The medibay has specific tools that may be necessary for my research. Taking inventory of our materials is best for most efficiently utilizing them."
He keeps his cool despite Knockout being clearly upset.
"I will notify you if I intend prolonged use of these tools," largely because Shockwave isn't against sparing one or two messages in advance so Knockout can calm his robotitties. Doesn't mean he'll listen to anything the medic actually orders. But hey. He'll give proper notice.
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He makes an agitated, sweeping gesture of his arm toward the door. There you go, pal.