*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*
((A note on that: Waspy has an enormous collection of towels, not a canon thing but something that came about as the result of a few jokes. Long story. Short form is that other than the 'nest' there should be several soft piles of fluffy towels as makeshift 'couch/chair/bed' things. Which means Terry's putting Crash, Quick, Flash, and Metal on those till it's time for repairs))
*Elec warps into the garden with another stack of the boxes. He looks around for where Air and Quint put the other ones and sets his load down beside those.*
*He gets ready to warp back out, but pauses by the towels to check on the damaged Betas. He doesn't let himself stay long. The sooner the moving was finished the sooner repairs could be seen to.*
*Elec warps back with another stack of the boxes and this time, after putting them with the others, hesitates longer before warping back. There were certain conversations he really shouldn't be a part of, if only because it was less painful that way. Especially if the discussion should involve disapproval of various of Dr. Wily's orders. If he thought about that too much, the choke chip often took it as a reason to send a 'warning' against violating Second Law.*
*He notices Tango curled up near Crash and almost smiles. Between this and the party, it seemed obvious the cat liked Crash.*
*Air teleports in, looking a bit worried. Now is the moment he'd been almost dreading. He has to see how badly damaged his brothers are. He hesitates to really do anything immediately though, if just because he feels a little bit uneasy from earlier and the fact that he knows Wind has the override...*
*To Elec, Metal looks like the most damaged of the group, but he knows very very little about repairs. Also, he's been trying not to look too closely while he waited for the others.*
*Quint smiles at Air again, after he's moved the chairs. He's mostly recovered from his bad reaction to the recording... as long as he doesn't think about it.*
*He's almost certain the CR will be able to repair the others. But then, he has to believe that if he's to have any hope regarding events in his own universe*
*Air looks a little uneasy, but decides that of them, it'd probably be best to focus on Crash and Quick first, since he's not sure how the other two will react to being reactivated.*
*sadly* I'm not even going to consider messing with Flash or Metal til Quick and Crash can help me deal with them. They might be a bit difficult without the other two to back me up...
*Air looks over to where Quick is laying on the towels. He approaches, giving Quick a careful look over, just to see how much damage was done externally. He know what to expect of the internal damage. Few cracks in the armor. Right arm appears to be damaged. A few hoof marks on him. All in all, not too bad.*
*voice taking on a slightly detached tone, almost as though Air is trying to forget that these are family* I'm thinking we should probably start with Quick first. I'm a bit concerned about how bad the internals were damaged.
*Elec nods at the comment about Flash and Metal* After all they've been through, that's sensible. Especially Metal... *Elec shivers slightly, not wanting to imagine what that might have been like - even though the thought keeps occuring to him ever since hearing what happened to his alternate.*
*Quint nods* Ok. The CR can run a scan, and then we'll know what's wrong, because it can compare it to the scan I made before we went to help you that one time.
*Terrorsaur had gone out for a quick flight, to relax after the fuss. He lands, transforms, and walks into the cave just in time to catch the end of the conversation.*
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Date: 2005-11-27 02:07 am (UTC)*Then he finds a place to sit down* I hate teleporting.
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Date: 2005-11-28 06:30 am (UTC)*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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Date: 2005-11-28 09:58 am (UTC)*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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Date: 2005-11-29 08:45 am (UTC)*He gets ready to warp back out, but pauses by the towels to check on the damaged Betas. He doesn't let himself stay long. The sooner the moving was finished the sooner repairs could be seen to.*
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Date: 2005-11-30 02:45 am (UTC)*He notices Tango curled up near Crash and almost smiles. Between this and the party, it seemed obvious the cat liked Crash.*
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Date: 2005-11-30 08:28 am (UTC)*He's almost certain the CR will be able to repair the others. But then, he has to believe that if he's to have any hope regarding events in his own universe*
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Date: 2005-11-30 09:14 am (UTC)*sadly* I'm not even going to consider messing with Flash or Metal til Quick and Crash can help me deal with them. They might be a bit difficult without the other two to back me up...
*Air looks over to where Quick is laying on the towels. He approaches, giving Quick a careful look over, just to see how much damage was done externally. He know what to expect of the internal damage. Few cracks in the armor. Right arm appears to be damaged. A few hoof marks on him. All in all, not too bad.*
*voice taking on a slightly detached tone, almost as though Air is trying to forget that these are family* I'm thinking we should probably start with Quick first. I'm a bit concerned about how bad the internals were damaged.
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Date: 2005-11-30 09:55 am (UTC)*He heads over to help*
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Date: 2005-11-30 10:05 am (UTC)*he warps out quickly, hoping to be back as soon as possible*
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Date: 2005-11-30 10:10 am (UTC)Want me to move him?
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