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lastonepercent ([personal profile] lastonepercent) wrote in [community profile] red_diode_district2013-11-10 05:39 pm

The Start of Something Interesting...

The day was calm, with no recent Decepticon attacks, and none suspected to be incoming for some time.  The cons were too busy licking their wounds from the last battle, one that the Autobots had decidedly come out ahead on.  The celebrations had gone on long into the night and the recreation room was already a mess.

Thus, it was the perfect chance for a lone Autobot to slip casually outside.

Mirage had no shift currently scheduled, so he was free to spend his time as he pleased.  He certainly made no move to hide his departure, greeting his comrades in the halls on the way out, but the box in his hands remained unopened despite any passing curiosity.  It was quietly shifted into subspace before long, and  the former noble shifted into alt mode just as smoothly when he reached the doors.  Despite the completely inappropriate earthen race car mode, the mech had little trouble self-adjusting before driving off into the forest covering the mountain, for business unknown...
cliffjumper: (er what - hmph)

[personal profile] cliffjumper 2014-05-25 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Giving a quick salute, Cliffjumper transformed just a moment after Mirage and Jazz, throwing a glance behind him at the now-closed baydoors and the Decepticons behind that, and the terrain around them.

What he wanted to do was whoop their afts and help make sure they'd get back properly, but with only one hand there wasn't much he could do. Jazz would probably not lend a blaster, which meant all he could do was to go after the other two.

So, with a reluctant grunt and another glare, Cliffjumper did so and sped after the other two, easily catching up - he might not be Blurr or anything, especially not in rootmode, but he was among the less than a handful who were the fastest that were currently on Earth.
cliffjumper: (listening - may not like it)

[personal profile] cliffjumper 2014-05-26 02:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Cliffjumper, coming in right after that, missed the exchange and didn't even have the chance to try to ask whoever might listen for a blaster before First Aid swooped down and pulled him closer back against the bulk of the ship.

"Hey! I can---"

"Stand there and let me have a look, please," First Aid said softly, but with surprising firmness as he pulled up Cliffjumper's arm by his lower arm to get a look at the injured hand. With a grimace, Cliffjumper looked away with a muttered grumble.

"Well, this isn't something we can fix in the field. What happened?"

Glancing back up at First Aid from stealing a glance at Mirage, Cliffjumper shrugged.

"Skywarp stomped on it."
cliffjumper: (eh what you say - Sideswipe is wordy)

[personal profile] cliffjumper 2014-05-27 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
::Which means it was either a lucky guess,:: and by Jazz's tone, he believed it was a lucky guess as much as he believed in sparkeaters and leprachauns, ::or we've got a little glitchmouse somewhere.::

Cliffjumper, on the other hand, was meeting First Aid's brightly stunned look with a roll of his optics... and made a rude gesture in Ratchet's direction when the CMO snorted.

"How do you manage, Cliffjumper?" First Aid asked with a slow shake of his helm, fingers gentle as he felt around the demolished hand.

"Had to give him some time to get loose," Cliffjumper said with a huff and a jerk of his helm at Mirage, this time definitely not looking directly at Mirage.
cliffjumper: (sulk sulk sulk - I hate you)

[personal profile] cliffjumper 2014-05-28 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
Jazz chuckled dryly, a brief smile twisting his mouth before it smoothed out again.

::Me too. And yeah. They might, but I'm startin' to wonder... And 'sides, if that all was tailored for ya, how much of this was a legit operation or just a cover to get ya.:: Jazz tilted his helm, the glow from his visor flickering a little.

"Are you done starin' at my hand? It ain't gonna magically get uncrushed enough to repair right here, even if I'd sure want it to. Just gimmie a---"

"An order to walk straight back into the ship and wait for takeoff," First Aid said cheerfully, pointing first at Cliffjumper and then back to the ship's ramp.

"... Fine," Cliffjumper said with a mutter and got up, stomping off - he knew better than to argue with medics, even if he really, really wanted to.