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Post by [[|Postm#rk}} on Feb 19, 2010 18:08:58 GMT -5
The halls of the NEST base seemed pretty stable. By this he meant there weren't continuous fights or Decepticons or even Autobots just snapping and going at each other. Shaking those images from his head he reminded himself he had Intel to file through reports. At the very moment he was holding three folders of well organized papers in his hands, walking rather than speeding in a blur for the moment. After his run in with the Decepticons, it was good to just relax and know you weren't going to be ambushed just walking to your office. Though to him, relaxing was doing his job. And speaking of which, who was this he? An orange robot, ratchet short probably just a little taller than Arcee was the one causing the light clank of foot steps towards his office that he's still setting up. He still had to install the monitors, the key boards, the holographic maps, the signal navigator, the three big screens, i yi yi and much much more.. Though if he didn't do that, he'd have little to do. He was used to spending most of his spare time watching the monitors, going on a few missions here and there Intel based, and being ambushed by Decepticons. He was also going to make sure his office was secure and protected. He had had bots come in before back on Cybertron, come in and prank him. When the point came that he opened his office door and was covered in a wave of tinkle me pink paint, he had decided it was the time to set up some new security systems. One of them involved tazing those who were unauthorized to mess with his communications, satellite equipment, and filing cabinets. He had been sent here to keep an eye on the bots and the war going on at this strange yet lively plane,t Earth, and keep the council up to date with the important Intel also to help alongside the bots of course here. And nothing was going to get in his way of doing exactly that, his job.
Though still used to the ambushing he stopped quickly and turned around to see if anyone was coming. He thought he had heard someone.. Maybe not, it was always better safe than severely sorry. With a light shrug, he began towards his office again, passing the security room on the way. |
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Post by Arcee on Feb 20, 2010 16:04:08 GMT -5
Arcee had been wandering the halls of the NEST base for about 20 minutes and was very bored since there were no Decepticons around to fight off or other Autobots to spar with. It was when she turned a corner that she saw a familiar orange bot walking with some files. She was almost instantly captivated as she remembered him from that day in the city and like that very day she almost could not stop looking at him. She still thought there was something interesting about him, perhaps it was the way he looked, or maybe it was the way he acted. She was not sure but she knew that she absolutely had to say something to him because he seemed slightly worried that some random Decepticon was going to ambush him. “Hey there! Postmark was it?" [/color] She asked, she was pretty sure his name was Postmark but wanted to make sure. However something in the back of her processor was telling her that she would always remember his name for some reason.
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Post by [[|Postm#rk}} on Feb 26, 2010 13:35:22 GMT -5
The flooring here was different too, much different. At least it felt that way against the spinners on his feet. Either way it would take some slight getting used to, though he didn't seem to mind it much really. The major difference here was the behavior of the transformers. The Autobots here were less stressed or anxious about attack and the Decepticons weren't shooting down everything in their sight the first chance they had. Unlucky for him he was also supposed to monitor for any signs of Megatron or any Decepticons like him in that branch.
Still in thought, he heard a voice behind him. Quickly snapping out of it to stop in mid step he recognized them right away. Arcee, not only because he knew about many of the identities, but also because he had met her in the city before. Finally stepping down and turning to view her he couldn't help but be glad to see her again. he still felt the same way he did back on that road and he didn't understand why. He couldn't even describe it in thought, maybe he messed up his processor when he and Vortex crash landed. Hmn, should teach that Stunticon not to shoot a glue gun at him... Those weren't his complete thoughts on that though, he knew the brother relation between Vortex and Swindle and he did not want to mes with one and have them both on his tail pipe.
"Greetings Arcee, it was." He chuckled lightly, trying to talk short though not being able to really slow down how he spoke. A lot of the bots here weren't used to either him or Blurr so he would have to go easy on the saying everything he needed at once. He was always going to remember that lovely voice, and not from her profile either it wasn't there. He'd have to add it. "How are you this fine day?" Not saying everything he needed to say at once bothered him... It would really take some getting used to. |
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Post by Arcee on Feb 27, 2010 17:49:43 GMT -5
Arcee sighed with relief, she was glad that she actually remembered his name correctly. However when she heard Postmark’s voice it was like she suddenly was captivated by his voice. It was some what odd since when she talked to other bots she never seemed to hang onto every word like she did when she spoke to Postmark. She only listened this intently whenever Prime was giving her orders. She had to shake her head lightly just to get herself to snap out of the trance like state she was in. “I’m doing just fine. How about yourself? [/color] She asked as she also gave his form a look over, she found out that he was not a bad looking mech. In fact he was probably one of the more polite, good looking and smart mechs in the universe.
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