He slides the currency across the counter.
The drone hands the datacard to Gatecrasher.
âA pleasure doing business with you, my dude,â it says.
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Alpha did crash, he crashed into the door, Road Lord switched his music off
âYou got the touch, you got powaaaah yeah!â Alpha sung tunelessly, unaware that the song had stopped
âLooks like your brave warrior has come!â Road Lord laughed
âHey!â Alpha growled âI got the touch!â
âYouâre no autobot, not even close!â
âYouâre worse than Omega, Road Slave!â
@Toa_Vladin
Gronius and Song looked at each other confused again.
âFirst the Terrorcons.â Song said.
âThen these idiots want to âkill usâ.â Gronius said, making air quotes.
âThen a knock-off of Rodimus PrimalâŚâ Song said, to which Gronius chuckled.
âHey!â Alpha sighs âWait a second, Iâm wannabe rodimus and youâre my loyal wannabe predacons!â
âthank you.â replies Gatecrasher, who returns to faceliftâs shop.
âYyyeahâŚâ Gronius said, confused.
Epsilon leaves Shockwaveâs lab and locks the door tightly behind him, figuring the cyclops and the other two scientists had access to unlock it when they get back, and makes his way to the altercation, wondering whatâs going on.
OOC: Iâm almost tempted to have Zepar be woken up from his recharging and be really grumpy but heâs kinda halfway across the ship and would have to be called. Sorry, funny idea I had.
Broadwing, startled and surprised, hastily flew to Wildsong⌠Wherever she was.
She would be in her lab, where ge would find a mess. The two Predacons seemed confused, as Ace and was pointing his weapons at them, Road Lord was telling him to kill them, and Alpha was⌠There.
OOC: OK, bye.
Epsilon, even with out any real facial features, manages to look confused; he knew there was a fight going on but he didnât quite know who was on what side and which one was likely in the right in his opinion.
Actaeon ventured walking with little aim.
He decided to see if he could help with a small task.
âWoah waoh woah! Everybody calm down!â
Broadwing shouted. He transformed to robot mode and frantically aimed his missles from bot to bot. He stood next to Wildsong, trusting her the most out of everyone else in the room.
Actaeon may hear a small clink as a piece of equipment is apparently disturbed. The door to a supply closet quickly slides shut.
Facelift looks up from his work- he was dissecting the terrorcon Gatecrasher had bought him.
Actaeon tries to open the closet to see what or who is in it.
The door begins to slide into the wall, but then the sound of a button being pressed comes from within the dark storeroom, and the door closes again.
Actaeon repeatedly tries to open the door and mashes at the button, some serious button mashing begins.
Actaeonâs MLG-level button-mashing overpowers the poor skrub on the other side of the door, revealing a small storeroom packed with supply crates of every size, shape, and color. A single pale light flickers on to reveal the four bots of Requiem-IX, all staring at Actaeon like deer in headlights.
ââŚUh⌠heeeeeeyâŚâ one awkwardly says, raising her hand in a wave.
Actaeon looks at them, and says jokingly,
âAre you getting mop or is there some relation with this group I donât know?â
He looks around,
âIâm guessing you guys didnât make it to your ship in time? SadâŚI guess if you guys have nothing to do you could either surrender or help clean up the mess. Iâm good with either. Bonus on the cleaning up the mess part is that I wonât try to arrest you, though if you donât want to you can be arrested and brought to the brig. Canât be worse than being in this closet. In fact it beats it.â
âFor the love of⌠Niew you came?â Gronius yelled at Broadwing. âWe are seven bots in a room! Donât you think it got a little crowded?â
âGronius, for the love of Primus! He is here to protect me!â
âProtect you? Is he like your puppy or something?â
@MaxinePrimal