I will be traveling to the water planet of Azure at the request of its rulers, and to a surface location overseen by a Warden. Although this is intended to be a purely diplomatic task, as with any mission off the ship there carries a certain level of inherent risk. I would be appreciative if you'd consider joining myself and a few others.
[ He's careful not to phrase it as an order; he may have practiced that a handful of times before connecting the comm. ]
[ Recently Bass requested some important information. Who... is the strongest Cybertronian on this ship. He received a hot tip that it was 'Shockwave' but also 'not the Senator one'. There were a few thoughts that went through his processor. One... it was really dumb that there were two people here with the SAME NAME. It must get confusing! Two, while he does (surprisingly) know what a Senator is, he has no idea what a Senator looks like. Do they wear signs? Bass guesses probably not.
This leads him to one conclusion: He has to fight BOTH of them to make sure he's actually fighting the strong one.
This leads him to a second conclusion: He has no idea where Shockwave lives. He could ask for direction, ask if anyone knows... but that begs the question... If they know how strong Bass is will they even tell the truth?
There is now one solution: He has to canvas the ship himself and check every inhabited room he comes across.
So there's the backstory. And that's why Bass, armored up in his winged Treble armor (being able to fly covers ground quicker!) is pounding aggressively at your door.
[ After Krok finishes a long day of dealing with Krok typical luck he'll find a rubber duck on a chair in his room. When this duck is picked up the tiny gears within are activated by motion and it pats the holder on the shoulder. Don't worry buddy. ]
There came a tentative knock on the door to Krok's office. Standing on the other side was Velocity and the security vehicon who'd escorted her here.
She offered Krok a weak smile and hugged half of her four arms with the other half. "I- I know Knock Out isn't here right now for my therapy anppointments, and Ratchet said-" She hunched, averting her gaze with an expression somewhere between misery and frustration. "Mandatory. Sorry you've been dragged into my problems. Again."
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I will be traveling to the water planet of Azure at the request of its rulers, and to a surface location overseen by a Warden. Although this is intended to be a purely diplomatic task, as with any mission off the ship there carries a certain level of inherent risk. I would be appreciative if you'd consider joining myself and a few others.
[ He's careful not to phrase it as an order; he may have practiced that a handful of times before connecting the comm. ]
@Crocodad
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Action, There and Gone
It doesn't look like this someone has really rifled that much through your possessions. Or stolen anything.
How do you know someone was here? There is a tiny plastic human toy baby tied and dangling from every knob and handle in the room. ]
ACTION: A small box outside your door contains a handful of...
Action (you are under no obligation to respond to this your character can be 'out')
This leads him to one conclusion: He has to fight BOTH of them to make sure he's actually fighting the strong one.
This leads him to a second conclusion: He has no idea where Shockwave lives. He could ask for direction, ask if anyone knows... but that begs the question... If they know how strong Bass is will they even tell the truth?
There is now one solution: He has to canvas the ship himself and check every inhabited room he comes across.
So there's the backstory. And that's why Bass, armored up in his winged Treble armor (being able to fly covers ground quicker!) is pounding aggressively at your door.
Sorry. ]
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Mandatory Therapy!
She offered Krok a weak smile and hugged half of her four arms with the other half. "I- I know Knock Out isn't here right now for my therapy anppointments, and Ratchet said-" She hunched, averting her gaze with an expression somewhere between misery and frustration. "Mandatory. Sorry you've been dragged into my problems. Again."
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