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thisavrou_log2016-07-19 10:49 pm
harderfasterwrecker) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-07-19 10:49 pm
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I want it all and I want it right now
Who:The idiot robots brigade of the Moira and their rescuers.
When: During the kidnapping adventure
Where:One very large compound owned by a very rich jerk.
What: So it turns out, this guy likes Robots.And so it was easier to do their drama like this than try and make a mess all over the event log.
Warnings:Same as the event log. Talks of all sorts of things like murder, forced captivity, sex things, really really bad attempts at understanding organic sexual practices. All sorts of things.
To no one's great surprise, the Cybertronian's ended up in trouble. One very particular buyer, a one Mr. Yaj O'nel, saw the collective on the markets and snatched them all up one after another until both Decepticons and Autobots were housed under his roof with various other mechanisms and slaves.
He was the sort to have all sorts of transports in his garages and so the possibility of living ones was obviously....quiet attractive. Mostly to deal with their very large sizes, they were shoved into a similar area, and they were all forced to deal with each other, much to the distain of all involved, though they were all much less fond of their captor and his various helpers, for once having something of a common enemy.
Due to his particular likes and dislikes, both flyers had been assigned to other tasks, one to sport and one to basic labor while the two grounders and the boat were assigned to more questionable pursuits. Of course, they were quite confused about the nature of such things because organics are gross and do gross things and really all of their knowledge came from a strange mash up of nature documentaries and twentieth century daytime TV, neither being particularly effective at explaining.
Eventually, at least, someone was probably going to be able to follow the lead to where the bots were to come and get them, but until then...Well.
They're just going to have to wait it out.
When: During the kidnapping adventure
Where:One very large compound owned by a very rich jerk.
What: So it turns out, this guy likes Robots.
Warnings:Same as the event log. Talks of all sorts of things like murder, forced captivity, sex things, really really bad attempts at understanding organic sexual practices. All sorts of things.
To no one's great surprise, the Cybertronian's ended up in trouble. One very particular buyer, a one Mr. Yaj O'nel, saw the collective on the markets and snatched them all up one after another until both Decepticons and Autobots were housed under his roof with various other mechanisms and slaves.
He was the sort to have all sorts of transports in his garages and so the possibility of living ones was obviously....quiet attractive. Mostly to deal with their very large sizes, they were shoved into a similar area, and they were all forced to deal with each other, much to the distain of all involved, though they were all much less fond of their captor and his various helpers, for once having something of a common enemy.
Due to his particular likes and dislikes, both flyers had been assigned to other tasks, one to sport and one to basic labor while the two grounders and the boat were assigned to more questionable pursuits. Of course, they were quite confused about the nature of such things because organics are gross and do gross things and really all of their knowledge came from a strange mash up of nature documentaries and twentieth century daytime TV, neither being particularly effective at explaining.
Eventually, at least, someone was probably going to be able to follow the lead to where the bots were to come and get them, but until then...Well.
They're just going to have to wait it out.
the best organic
He also didn't realize anyone was actually paying attention to him rant. Oh well. His gaze shifts to the small human.]
I haven't fully decided, but it includes "kill everyone" as a prominent factor.
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I figure this is your first time then. Slavers generally account for their stock wanting to murder them.
[ She picks up the box again, moving over to where it's supposed to go, then slides it in place. While she's working she observes her tools, then looks over at the guards to see how closely they're watching. ]
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[He finally moves to pick up a few of the boxes and moves over beside her kneeling down to place one in the area she put hers.]
They rarely account for me. And yes first time with this species, but I've been in worse spots.
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[ She lifts a hand, wiping the sweat off her brow. When she arrived, they had cut the short blonde hair that she had allowed to grow back down to the buzz cut she had sported as an Imperator. She understood the reason -- she wasn't fit as a sex slave for imperfections, and certainly they wanted their labor slaves to not spread parasites. ]
After killing the guards, what's your plan to get back to the ship then?
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[He speaks with a small shrug before glancing in the direction of the guards to see what they're doing.]
And getting to the ship is the easy part. I just have one small problem.
[Optics dart back to the woman and he pauses to think for a second.]
That I may have found a small solution for.
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And why should I stick my neck out for you?
[ Certainly she isn't really the type to be rescued rather than the rescuing, but she wasn't exactly space worthy on her own. ]
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[If he finds her to be useful, Starscream has no problems with taking a human with him even if saving them isn't something he'd normally do.]
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She rolls a shoulder.
If he tries anything she could probably take out one of his turbine fans before she died. ]
Alright. I'm listening.
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[There is a small pause here.]
Crawl inside me, find, and disable it.
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I'm going to need tools. And we'll need a distraction. And what does it look like? I could end up prying loose something you need.
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[He's not 100% okay with a human rooting around in him either, but desperate times calls for desperate measures.]
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When do you want to do this?
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[It'd be easier to hide her than trying to hide a big robot trying to sneak around.]
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[ She hefts a box onto her shoulder, wandering off for a moment, but as she comes back to get more items she moves close to the huge mech. ]
Distract them and I'll be able to pocket some tools.
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[Well, he didn't think this situation would turn around with him following direction from a human. But whatever.
He makes his way over to near where some of the guards are and purposely knocks over some boxes all rebellious and dramatic-like.]
Oh look at that. Too bad these things break so easily.
[Knocks some more boxes over.]
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That distraction works at least. While he's busy knocking shit over, she continues to work, leaning over as she settles boxes down, acting like she has to take extra care because of her arm. With the guards now distracted with him, she takes the opportunity to slip away.
Not so far that the collar around her neck went off, but enough she was able to get close to the tools some of the more veteran and trustworthy slaves were given access to.
She wraps a few things in a dirty cloth, then goes about hiding it beneath her breasts, tucked into the support. They're useful for something, at least. ]
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Oh if he only had his weapons and could just blast one of their faces in. It'd just make him so, so happy right about now.]
Now, now. This is all just a misunderstanding. Though I suppose creatures of your intellect won't quite understand th--GAH- I said I'm sorry!
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Keeping her head down low was probably the best way to go about it, but the plan would backfire if they knocked the big guy unconscious or too hurt. After bowing around the corner she gathers another box up in her arms, then tries her best annoyed shout. ]
I need some help over here! Busting him up isn't going to make this job get done any quicker. I'll clean it up.
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Starscream, himself, started to get up and shot a glance in her general direction. He smirked. Good, she was turning out to be useful after all.
He'll go back to pretending to work, at least until he can get together with her and fix his transformation problem. Weapons would be another thing he needs to work on, but one step at a time.]
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She arrives at Starscream's cell sometime in the dead of night and crawls through the bars, squeezing past them. ]
Hey. You up?