*Tango warps into Waspinator's little rose garden, outside the range of the cave's autoguns and security system, paws on Crash almost protectively. She nuzzles him before warping back out*
*A few minutes later and she's back with Quick. She wobbles, looking dazed, but tries to shake it off and return to the others*
*She returns again, this time with Flash. And then warps out and back, this time leaving Metal in the rose garden*
*There's a longer pause before the next teleport, as she arrives with a paw on Terrorsaur. Looking exausted from all the teleporting, the cat pads over to Crash and curls up for a nap.*
(Sorry it took so long. RL happened. Also since I was going to be posting to the thread with Tango again, decided to consolidate and tidy the posts instead of having a string of multi-Tango-posts)
*Terrorsaur stays where he is for a while, recovering from the vertigo teleportation tends to cause in Transformers. Then he heads towards the cave entrance, squawking something in Cybertronian. The salvaged Predacon computer inside, recognizing his energy signature and voice command, deactivates the security system.*
*Then he finds a place to sit down* I hate teleporting.
*Air teleports in, still looking a bit shaky. Carrying these boxes tends to do that to him. On arriving, he looks around a little, trying to figure out where to place these so he can go back for the others.*
*Quint's more familiar with the cave, and walks in, being very careful with what he's carrying. He looks for a place near the CR to set the stack of boxes down. Maybe, after the others were repaired, he should tell them about the other Gallery. It might be a good place to hide these.*
((My apologies, I kinda forgot about that. I get scatterbrained sometimes...))
*Air follows Quint and carefully places the stack of boxes down near the CR before quickly teleporting himself back out of here. He wants to get this part of the moving done as quick as he can.*
*Now that he's well over the dizziness of teleportation, Terrorsaur starts moving the bodies in the rose garden into the cave, just for something to do. Surely Waspy wouldn't mind if he put them on the towels...*
*he moves them as carefully as possible, remembering the disturbing cracking sound when Crash had been attacked. It wouldn't be a good thing to cause them any further damage.*
*he shakes his head slightly, wondering how they ended up with lots of little xenos for company. Waspy's fault of course. The bug made the strangest 'friends' sometimes*
*Finally recovers enough to get out, at least, stumbling a short distance away to sit down until his gyrostablisers stop insisting he's been stuffed into a washing machine on the spin cycle*
*Quick continues petting Tango as he thinks.* Well, we've had potential places as fallback points before, but for the most part, Air would be a problem in them. He's too recognizable as one of us with no way to cover it up. Besides that, they're all located in our universe. We'd be found too easily if Wind tried...
*Quick takes a look over at the bodies of Flash and Metal, sighing.* And if they can be fixed, it's gonna be even harder to hide.
*Air starts to carefully check through things on the computer. Charge, at least, was predictable in the damage he caused.* It's the other two that I'm worried about. *Air shivers a little, adding sadly.* If they can be fixed, that is.
*Blues nods* And since the nexus allows for other possibilities, somewhere a bit further from home would be better.
*He's quiet for a moment, running through the list of places he knows.* Might have to field that one to Quint. Most of my places are in my own universe. There are a few remote enough that nobody would notice Air, but I don't know if you'd be too comfortable. Might be better if you were in a universe that didn't have any version of Al or Rock. Even if it might be possible to explain things to Rock. Maybe.
*Quint's pretty hopeful about Flash - after all, anything it might not be safe for the CR to try to repair is in that little box. Metal, however, he's worried about. And the idea that one or both of them can't be fixed scares him for more reason than that - some of the Robot Masters in his nightmares looked damaged as badly as Metal is.*
*It's hard to tell whether he's really being hopeful, or playing a denial game with himself when he refuses to let himself think that there's a chance they won't be ok.*
*Elec frowns slightly, moving over near Quick* I have to head back soon, but.. if they can be repaired, it might be better if I wasn't around when they are.
*Quick sighs.* Much as I hate being forced out of my own home universe. I need to take care of the others first, Blues. I was planning to ask Quint if he had any ideas about that, as much as I hate having to ask him for more after this. *Quick looks a little annoyed at the mention of Rock's name but doesn't say a word.*
*Quick nods at Elec.* As much as I didn't want to chase you off, it might be easier to explain what's happened at home before having to explain alternates. Going to be hard enough to tell Metal, if he doesn't already know...
*Air sighs as he looks back at the computer and finishes checking everything over. He then confirms the repairs for the CR to begin. Air is a bit uneasy though. Those were the easy repairs. He looks back at Flash's body, shivering a little.* I just hope I didn't do to much damage to those parts when I pulled them out. *Air's actually scared too find out exactly how bad he did. If Flash couldn't be reactivated, wouldn't it be his fault for doing the damage?*
*Elec nods* I understand. I'll leave as soon as Crash is better. Besides, I really should check on Shadow. My universe's Shadow, that is. He seemed to be taking the news well, but it's not like he really shows when he's upset.
*Quint's returned to the chair he was on next to Air, and is watching the progress on the computer screen. He shivers very slightly at what Air says about Flash. It would be awful if that happened and there was no way to fix Flash. He tries not to even think of the possibility, and watches the screen instead.*
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*A few minutes later and she's back with Quick. She wobbles, looking dazed, but tries to shake it off and return to the others*
*She returns again, this time with Flash. And then warps out and back, this time leaving Metal in the rose garden*
*There's a longer pause before the next teleport, as she arrives with a paw on Terrorsaur. Looking exausted from all the teleporting, the cat pads over to Crash and curls up for a nap.*
(Sorry it took so long. RL happened. Also since I was going to be posting to the thread with Tango again, decided to consolidate and tidy the posts instead of having a string of multi-Tango-posts)
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*Then he finds a place to sit down* I hate teleporting.
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*Air follows Quint and carefully places the stack of boxes down near the CR before quickly teleporting himself back out of here. He wants to get this part of the moving done as quick as he can.*
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*he moves them as carefully as possible, remembering the disturbing cracking sound when Crash had been attacked. It wouldn't be a good thing to cause them any further damage.*
*he shakes his head slightly, wondering how they ended up with lots of little xenos for company. Waspy's fault of course. The bug made the strangest 'friends' sometimes*
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*to Waspinator* Umm... I appreciate. *is not being sarcastic either* If we're gonna do this more often, I should get my own teleport drive, hm?
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*Quick takes a look over at the bodies of Flash and Metal, sighing.* And if they can be fixed, it's gonna be even harder to hide.
*Air starts to carefully check through things on the computer. Charge, at least, was predictable in the damage he caused.* It's the other two that I'm worried about. *Air shivers a little, adding sadly.* If they can be fixed, that is.
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*He's quiet for a moment, running through the list of places he knows.* Might have to field that one to Quint. Most of my places are in my own universe. There are a few remote enough that nobody would notice Air, but I don't know if you'd be too comfortable. Might be better if you were in a universe that didn't have any version of Al or Rock. Even if it might be possible to explain things to Rock. Maybe.
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*It's hard to tell whether he's really being hopeful, or playing a denial game with himself when he refuses to let himself think that there's a chance they won't be ok.*
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*Quick nods at Elec.* As much as I didn't want to chase you off, it might be easier to explain what's happened at home before having to explain alternates. Going to be hard enough to tell Metal, if he doesn't already know...
*Air sighs as he looks back at the computer and finishes checking everything over. He then confirms the repairs for the CR to begin. Air is a bit uneasy though. Those were the easy repairs. He looks back at Flash's body, shivering a little.* I just hope I didn't do to much damage to those parts when I pulled them out. *Air's actually scared too find out exactly how bad he did. If Flash couldn't be reactivated, wouldn't it be his fault for doing the damage?*
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*Blues notes the reaction to Rock's name, but finds it completely understandable under the circumstances.* A meeting I'd rather avoid too.
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