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The Cast ([personal profile] random_xtras) wrote in [community profile] randomplaces2007-12-11 03:45 pm

Transformers-'verse. Near the mouth of the wormhole. Slapdown on a slimeball.

The space near the mouth of the wormhole was silent and empty but for the jet that hovered a safe distance from its mouth. Occasionally a bit of drifting junk would get sucked into it, but nothing else moved.

Then four mechs appeared out of nowhere; two burly black ones, a yellow one with red markings, and a femme that shone blindingly white in the unfiltered light of the sun.

Instantly the jet shifted position, creeping near. //Autobots! What do you want?//

//You,// said the yellow one grimly, folding his arms over his chest. //You've killed your last Autobot, Starscream.//

//And who's going to take me?// The jet's voice was mocking. //You don't even have any who have aerial modes.//

//Oh don't we?// The yellow one gave a clear smirk despite the relative immobility of his face.

And then she decloaked....

[identity profile] go-endeavour.livejournal.com 2007-12-12 07:35 am (UTC)(link)
She attempts to open her payload bay doors, but all that's heard is the grinding of their opening mechanism, and she stops trying with a sigh.

"I hear you." Her voice sounds strangely slurred, almost as though she was drunk. "Isn't this such a pretty rock I've landed on? Those people are so nice..."

[identity profile] go-endeavour.livejournal.com 2007-12-12 07:01 pm (UTC)(link)
She laughs. "Oh, that's good news. The stupid son of a glitch plays dirty, don't he? Had to send me crashing into a rock before he'd even come close to winning..."

A pause wherein Endeavour seems to be investigating her surroundings. "Did I even use my chute?"

A stream of fabric escapes from underneath her vertical stabilizer, and with no wind to catch it, just kind of hangs there.

"Huh. Guess not."

[identity profile] go-endeavour.livejournal.com 2007-12-12 07:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"He's fine. But he can't get out." Another strange groan-sigh escapes the shuttle, and she falls silent, air escaping her thrusters.

It probably doesn't help that she's running on empty, either.

[identity profile] go-endeavour.livejournal.com 2007-12-12 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hm. Thank you." She falls silent again, now suddenly feeling completely exhausted.

[identity profile] go-endeavour.livejournal.com 2007-12-12 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"No," she says, completely serious. "I'm in a brook."

[identity profile] jeimu.livejournal.com 2007-12-12 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"That actually sounds like a good idea," replies Jeimu from where she's investigating Endeavour's engines with trepidation.

"I'm going to need an engine loader..." She prods the shuttle in the engine bell. "You did a great job of making a mess."

All Endeavour does is chuff with laughter. "'m good at that, ain't I?"

Jeimu looks taken aback at Endeavour's manner of speech, then laughs. "Oh yes. C'mon, let's go home."

[identity profile] jeimu.livejournal.com 2007-12-12 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, he does that." Jeimu says, completely unaffected by the sudden transition. She strides toward the piles of spare parts and tools along the back wall.

"First thing we need to do is take her engines out and right her wings, then get her into her robot mode as soon as we can." She grabs a very large wrench and walks over to the other 'Bots, leaning on said wrench like a cane.

"Think it'd be better to get her into her robot mode as soon as possible?" She looks over her shoulder.

Endeavour's communications systems have picked up de Kabouterdans (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oUnuGQuI0_Y) and are playing the song quietly. The shuttle is so far gone that she's essentially singing.

Jeimu makes a o.O face.

"I... got nothing."