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[OOC: Blast Off's mun is on holiday, and I have permission from her for this :D Open post for comms.]
Vortex opens a private comm to Blast Off.
//Thrusters?//
He waits. As before, with Megatron and Starscream, there is no response.
//Thrusters? Wake up, you lazy purple fragger! We got Autodolts to shoot!//
Again, no response. Vortex isn't too worried; Blast Off can sleep like the dead, and his energy signature reads loud and clear over the gestalt bond. He's certainly in the Nexus, although he seems to be unconscious. Still, it doesn't usually take this much poking to wake him up.
//Hey, Blast Off. Uh... I got a surprise for you!//
Still nothing. With a sigh, Vortex heaves himself out of Megatron's throne. If the shuttle won't respond to virtual prodding, he can damned well have some of the physical kind.
Vortex climbs the tower and flies to medbay.
***
Having abducted his offline team mate, Vortex arrives back at the Fort, carries him down the stairs of the tower and dumps him on what he can only assume is Megatron's berth. The loyalty programming gives one of its 'you're being a disrespectful aft head' plips, but doesn't do anything serious.
"OK, Thrusters, you can wake up now."
He waits, but nothing happens.
"Frag, this is getting old quick. OK, be offline then, see how I fraggin' care."
As an afterthought, he perches on the edge of the berth and runs his fingers along the underside of Blast Off's arm shields. The subtle crackle of his energy field indicates a far higher concentration of sensors there than on the outside of the sheilds. Which makes sense, considering what they're for. Interesting... Still, can't stay doing that for long, he isn't keen on getting shot if Blast Off wakes up unexpectedly.
As a second afterthought, he shifts Blast Off so that the first thing he'll see when he comes online is the door to the washracks. Hopefully that'll put him in a good mood. Vortex hopes like hell that he won't need a medic.
Leaving Blast Off on the berth, Vortex decides that he should enjoy Megatron's throne a while longer.
//Hey!// He opens a comm to Swindle. //Thrusters is down, got some kind of malfunction or something. He's OK, but you might wanna wait 'til he's back up again before we go fraggin' over the enemy.//
As his third afterthought of the day, he decides to comm Cyclonus as well.
//Commander, Vortex reporting. Autobots don't seem to be up to anything unusual. Any new intel?// He doesn't see anything wrong with his belief that he's entitled to know.
Vortex opens a private comm to Blast Off.
//Thrusters?//
He waits. As before, with Megatron and Starscream, there is no response.
//Thrusters? Wake up, you lazy purple fragger! We got Autodolts to shoot!//
Again, no response. Vortex isn't too worried; Blast Off can sleep like the dead, and his energy signature reads loud and clear over the gestalt bond. He's certainly in the Nexus, although he seems to be unconscious. Still, it doesn't usually take this much poking to wake him up.
//Hey, Blast Off. Uh... I got a surprise for you!//
Still nothing. With a sigh, Vortex heaves himself out of Megatron's throne. If the shuttle won't respond to virtual prodding, he can damned well have some of the physical kind.
Vortex climbs the tower and flies to medbay.
***
Having abducted his offline team mate, Vortex arrives back at the Fort, carries him down the stairs of the tower and dumps him on what he can only assume is Megatron's berth. The loyalty programming gives one of its 'you're being a disrespectful aft head' plips, but doesn't do anything serious.
"OK, Thrusters, you can wake up now."
He waits, but nothing happens.
"Frag, this is getting old quick. OK, be offline then, see how I fraggin' care."
As an afterthought, he perches on the edge of the berth and runs his fingers along the underside of Blast Off's arm shields. The subtle crackle of his energy field indicates a far higher concentration of sensors there than on the outside of the sheilds. Which makes sense, considering what they're for. Interesting... Still, can't stay doing that for long, he isn't keen on getting shot if Blast Off wakes up unexpectedly.
As a second afterthought, he shifts Blast Off so that the first thing he'll see when he comes online is the door to the washracks. Hopefully that'll put him in a good mood. Vortex hopes like hell that he won't need a medic.
Leaving Blast Off on the berth, Vortex decides that he should enjoy Megatron's throne a while longer.
//Hey!// He opens a comm to Swindle. //Thrusters is down, got some kind of malfunction or something. He's OK, but you might wanna wait 'til he's back up again before we go fraggin' over the enemy.//
As his third afterthought of the day, he decides to comm Cyclonus as well.
//Commander, Vortex reporting. Autobots don't seem to be up to anything unusual. Any new intel?// He doesn't see anything wrong with his belief that he's entitled to know.