6743/Red Tape
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| Red Tape | |
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| Date of Scene: | 03 March 2019 |
| Location: | Unknown |
| Synopsis: | Summary needed |
| Cast of Characters: | 7665, Blurr
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- Blackjack O'hare (7665) has posed:
Parg station was where you went when you wanted to buy something, the place sold just about everything you could ever want. Bustling bazaars chock full of everything from weapons to vintage apparel, nevermind the food court mind you. It's the place to go if you need to find something, which is why it's usually such a bustling hive of commerce. Crime generally isn't usually worse than a pickpocket here and there, and well the whole station lacks an awful lot of authority.
The lack of authorities is a plus for the Rabbit Migrant fleet, because well not everyone wants a fleet of allegedly hyper violent mammals parking in their back yard. They've been parked here for a few days now, trading surplus food stocks for new seed stocks. People are usually smart enough to leave the bunnies alone, and well they never seem to travel by themselves anyway.
Blackjack had found one of the many cybernetic specialists on station, in for an upgrade as it were. Bent foreward over the work table as a beetle like technician put the finishing touches on the installation of regenerative powercells, Head bowed and well, understandably a bit out of it.
He doesn't notice the shouting, or the crash of pottery. He doesn't even perk an ear until a young rabbit takes a flying leap up over the cloth tops of one shop, clambering onto the next before breaking out in a dead sprint. A hulk eight legs worth of enormous hunting centipede clambering after, shortly on his heels. Looks like somone didn't keep their enormous pet centipede thing on their leash.
- Blurr has posed:
Blurr wouldn't typically be found trying to mingle with other species, given his people's reputation in the galaxy, but today, a certain cybernetic specialist has purchased something that was stolen from a wrecked Cybertronian ship by a group of particularly daring mercenaries, and he intends to get it -away- from other civilizations before any Decepticons, Legislators, or anyone else ill-intended shows up and makes a mess.
As it is, a rather sleek-looking blue and white hoverspeeder is parked outside the building where Blackjack is getting his upgrade, and when that giant centipede thing goes rampaging after that...little furry thing, a photon blaster suddenly emerges from the side of the vehicle and it fires at the creature's head, intending to take it down before it can hurt anyone. Hopefully, that'll do the job, so that he doesn't have to reveal himself before he actually -needs- to. People don't typically have a very good reaction to seeing a Cybertronian, you see.
- Blackjack O'hare (7665) has posed:
The shot lands true, the thing rolls and writhes and stills. Then slowly, those legs begin to wriggle again and it starts to right itself. Turning around to show, ok it has a backup head! It rights itself, but the little kiddo has built up quite a gap.
Calmly he exits the shop, tugging that jacket's collar up before threading those long ears through his helmet and pulling it down. Those photoreceptors alight with a brilliant red blaze, Those chrome legs unwinding like a spring trap and sending him hurtling skyward before that jump jet lights and he takes a decidedly corkscrewing approach towards the beast. Hitting the top of a stall in a slide as he quickdraws a blaster and -THWAP-. Whelp, it's apparently enough to still the beast. Blaster still smoking, he holsters back up with a twiling flourish before turning his gaze back towards...a certain sleek blue and white hoverspeeder.
- Blurr has posed:
Blurr was about to fire again when the creature seemed to start getting back up, but then something else intervenes. He retracts the weapon then, allowing the organics to deal with the organics. It's best that way, really.
When the monster has been felled, he turns his attention back toward the shop where Blackjack had been just now, but now the fleshling is staring at him. Oh, -great-. Now he has to wait until it goes away, and he hates waiting.
Blackjack will indeed lay eyes upon a very stylish looking speeder. He might even catch a glimpse of that weapon retracting into its compartment. It definitely looks like it was made to be faster than most ground vehicles. But despite what just happened, it seems to be empty.
- Blackjack O'hare (7665) has posed:
Those photoreceptors blaze, and for a moment he's far more still than an organic ought to be. Then he's in motion, leaping across the stall roofs before gracefully dropping into the crowd. There well, he's a small dark figure. One that pops back up from the opposite side of the little road, casually cutting through the crowd until he's next to that speeder.
He does the obvious thing of course, peering about for a driver for a moment. Then well, he roots around in his jacket, before tugging something free. Theres a glitter in his little hands, before he very delicately sets a pair of gold coins on the fender of that speedster. Then slowly, he steps back. Peering casually this way and that, before turning to go.
- Blurr has posed:
Blurr watches as Blackjack approaches, places the money, and then turns to leave. Hm...something occurs to him then. Maybe he can get this guy to help him. Of course, he could try to handle this situation himself, but he hadn't expected this place to be so crowded, and that was a problem. If people found out what he was, they might try to kill him. Okay, they -will- try to kill him. Or worse.
As the space rabbit is walking away, he hears a voice behind him. "Hey um...thanks for the gold, but I could use some help more than money." If he turns around, he'll find that there now appears to be a young humanoid looking individual standing near the speeder. If he has any kind of communication equipment, he'd receive a message with a set coordinates to a more remote location near the station.
- Blackjack O'hare (7665) has posed:
That gets a reaction, ears go up and he turns right around. He glares, though well it's hard to read those big ocular receptors any other way. "I appreciate helping save the little one, stranger. I'm also very sorry, but I'm not going to go meander over yonder where it's nice and secluded. Afraid I've got more than my fair share of enemies, and speaking as a guy who's been stabbed in the back more than one quite literally? I'm afraid you'll have to accept my monetary thanks for services rendered."
Something comes back over the wireless, but it's a tangle. A mess of, something a machine is unlikely to to decipher out of hand. Hands dropping down to cross at the belt line, shoulders tensing. "I'm a little too top shelf to be playing porter anyway, a guy has to keep his reputation after all."
- Blurr has posed:
Blurr sighs internally. Right, trust issues. It was...fair enough. He can't quite make sense of the transmission he gets back, but it is filed away for later. "Fine, I'll tell you right here then. That specialist you just saw is in possession of something that is putting himself and everyone around him in serious danger. Since you've done business with him before, maybe you could convince him to part with it without causing too much chaos." Another transmission is received, this time it's an image of an unfamiliar pieace of technology that looks like a sphercial cog of some sort.
The apparent young man Blackjack is talking to picks up the gold coins and walks over to him, handing them back to him. "Whether you help me or not, I don't need these. Neither do I deserve them."