"I can't believe he shockin' ran off..." -- SBR: Nova*Beacon

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Date Posted: 21:37:23 08/27/01 Mon
Author: Ebonhawk
Subject: "I can't believe he shockin' ran off..."
In reply to: Dark Star 's message, "Dark Star walked out of the room and fainted." on 11:29:44 08/27/01 Mon

"....AGAIN!! I tell ya 'Doo, Nebs today, can't work with 'em, can't shoot my enemies' without 'em."

Ebonhawk was extra-flip, usually a grand indication of mounting concern in the starseeker's case. Whether fleeing the TLA, battling the Electriad, or tussling with other-dimensional amethyst warriors, cracking wise served to keep Ebonhawk from worrying--and distract those around him from the severity of the situation. Normally it served him well--or brought him into further conflict with his own allies. But now, as he stood beside FawnDoo, scanning internally for Mercado, frustration began to set in.

"SHOCK!!!" he cried loudly, slamming his fists together, "How the SHOCK can I find him if I don't have a SHOCKIN' clue which way ta look? Slaggin' WR@-reject--! If anything happens to Merc...you know 'Doo, he almost died after you left Rugby with the others. That girl'a his woke up and blasted me good, before takin' him down an' almost for the shockin' count! Some kinda TLA genetic construct that only looked like her--or maybe it was her, and they made alterations. It got kinda--complicated when i caught up ta her.

See, while the Rugby docs were pathin' Merc up--and they did a spiffy job on his armor too--I wasn't gonna wait around. I stopped here first and chatted with Nova*B. This was before the crew got here mind you. Nova*B'd gotten a distress call from one of those TLA jerks--guy by the name'a Grax. So, as that was my only lead, I trailed his signal to this desert planet--Arrakis I think they called it. Some shockin' place! I found Grax in some kinda cave place called Sietch Tabr--and more than I bargained for in their God-Emperor, this big shockin' worm. Seems they got a custom that no off-worlder see's their weapon without answering some challenge. For Graxy, it was a fight to the death with one of their Fremen. Believe me I wouldn'ta missed him. But for me an Aerodrone Pete, the Vehicon who ended up bringin' us here after he an' his crew trailed me to Arrakis, it was gonna be a race around the planet.

Merc meanwhile tracked me down, with the help of Rana. Merc found Lighdia out in the desert--can ya believe we was on the same planet that whole shokcin' time? The Manarian mage goes and crashed their ship though, and then shouts for us all ta flee in Pete's Lennon, sayin' me an' Merc gotta find you if we're gonna find Sinker an' avert some big disaster. Whatever. Seein' as how Lighdia killed Grax after he spouted some junk about her bein' all artificially made by them, an' then she disappeared into one of her portals to nowhere, Merc sure wasn't in a stayin' mood either.

All I know is now I got some giant worm with a price on my head, and that bearded freak ran off with my partner. We barely had time to breath after gettin' Nova*B right as rain, an' now this. And what does my supposed partner say? Tells me I should stay with you an' Darkstar! He could need me 'Doo!

Shock...what do you think Darkstar. Darkstar?"

Ebonhawk looked to where she had been standing.

"Oh shock, I forgot she bailed. Sit tight FawnDoo, stay with this Muldoon guy; he'll know what ya need I'm sure. I'm gonna go rustle up DS before any more of our friends go missin'"

Ebonhawk nodded, and exited the bridge.

* * *

As he emerged from the turbolift, his mood was little improved. He had searched several decks to no avail. Some had thought they had seen her, but this crew was still unfamiliar with the layout of the ship. Its robot form was awkward, but transforming would put the occupants at risk in the corridors--The TLA were'nt very considerate of hall-dwellers when the Beacon was theirs, as it usually consisted of the animal-like Scruhbbs that served as security and pilots. Ebonhawk had asked the Nova*Beacon for help several times but, as it was probably still contained in the bridge systems, he couldn't well communicate with it by speaking aloud anywhere in the ship. And so he contined to seek.

Ebonhawk had been a seeker early on in the great war, before it even spread beyond Cybertron. Even serving under Skywarp wasn't enough to have him make it any higher in the ranks, and as he struggled to find one robot, he wondered if the years they kept him in stasis reserve, before he was updated to travel through space at the very end of the war wasn't wise after all. He always resented the fact that he had missed out on most of the war, indeed partnering with Mercado as treaties were being signed and scattered soldiers like himself forgotten once more. But, as he rounded the corner awkwardly reminiscing about his origins, he found he could find what he sought after all.

"Kid!" he said, still judging her by her outward appearance, and oblivious to the mind-full she had just shared with her new Heraldmaster partner, "There ya go! I was shockin' lookin' all over for ya! 'Doo is doin' much better now, but Merc up and went missin' on me with that beared wierdo we shockin' came here with. Come on.

I'll tell ya about it on the way up."

Ebonhawk helped her stand from the wall on which she had been leaning. He chaulked up her fatigue to the exhaustion he himself still felt from towing the massive vessel. Something about this place was nagging at him. If he knew that beyond the wall on which Darkstar had leaned was Karix' lab, a place where both he and Sinker were once partially dismantled, and very nearly spare parts for the Beacon, even his wisecracking wouldn't stay his rage...

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"Tell me what Ebonhawk? Where's your partner?" -- Dark Star, 15:49:30 04/14/02 Sun