“unfortunately, I’m not…” she says a bit sheepishly “I have a tendency to sing both in my sleep, and to sing myself to myself.”
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“Huh. Nice. I’m Razorbite. I’m good at, uh… destroying people’s forearms?”
Yeah, let’s go with that.
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“The Ancients are held on such a high pedestal, considered superior by many, and yet the generation between the present and them, the Great War, is seen as such a low point;” Angel says, “I understand why but to the degree that they had little to nothing to offer seems a bit harsh of the modern generation.”
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“Yeah, you’re the one who knocked Dropkick’s arm off, right?” Tripwire says. “That was horrifying, but also kinda cool. Kudos.”
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“Now that is somfin oi can do for ya.”
Treadquake walked over to the counter and waited for Darksting to lay his weapons out.
“You’re going after Megatron?”
“The Megatron?”
“That’s insane!”
“You’re insane!”
The two predacons went on, sounding both equally shocked and impressed.
Nebula fired off a couple last shots, then turned to Railgun.
“Sure! I don’t mind at all.”
“That sounds like the opposite of a problem if you ask me.”
Hoverbug replied.
“That’s what I say. Well, kinda. I’m not as well spoken as that. And anyway, it’s not like our hands are any cleaner than theirs.”
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“Indeed.” Angel says, “what led to Megatron’s resurrection?”
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“None of us know a lot of the details. Some cult of decepticon worshiping nut jobs managed to bring him back to life… And that’s when all hell broke loose.”
Tailpipe replied.
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Darksting took his saber out of his sheath and laid it on the counter. Then, he flipped a couple of toggles on his gauntlets and they slid off of his arms, which revealed shiny carapacelike armor underneath.
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“When you put it like that, it doesn’t sound too great. But like I said, the invitation was convincing and no point turning back now. At least it wasn’t my ship that went down.” Timberjack gives a half-hearted chirping chuckle near the end.
“Though how have the Decepticons been treatin’ yarp? Encounter any of the buggers?”
With that, Railgun turns and says to the others, “Men, when you’ve had your fun, we’ll meet back with you in the rec room.”
“Yes sir,” Sheller says, with Coverfire only giving a nod as he continues firing.
Railgun jumps down and waits for Nebula to join him. Once she does, he offers his arm, and leads her to the mess hall.
“Since we didn’t get anything at the town, thought a little Energon before rest’s call would be good. I’ll bring my brother some when we met back up.” Railgun explains as they reach the hall.
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“Nah. Patrols rarely come out this far, and they never really notice us.”
One of the predacons replied.
Nebula happily accepted his arm and walked with him.
“Sooo, would you call this our first date?”
She asked cheekily as they walked.
Treadquake picked up the sword and looked it over.
“Not much one for blades. But this seems pretty nice. The gauntlets though are ratha’ impressive. I’d say these can do some pretty decent damage.”
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“Thanks.” Darksting said. He chuckled. “Yeah, they sure can. Just ask our Decepticon friend.”
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“They must think this desert is death incarnate. Got the same story from a camp further out.” Timberjack says.
“I-I suppose.” Railgun says almost sheepishly. “Unless you’d like to have one after the mission.”
Once those two are gone and out of hearing, Sheller says over their explosive fire, “Is this normal?”
“What?” Coverfire asks.
“Railgun and Nebula. Is it normal for Mini-Cons to love?”
The bullet storm whines to a stop. He turns to his brother, opens his mouth, but pauses for a moment. Then Coverfire answers.
“I mean, probably? If bulks do it, why can’t we?”
“…Is it necessary?”
“No? It’s not for all of us, I’m fine without. But never know, any of us could encounter a someone.”
“It’s strange. Don’t think I’ve seen or heard it before.”
Sheller stops firing as Coverfire puts a hand on his shoulder.
“Come on, let’s go to the rec room. Seems we need a long talk.”
He gives a confused look to his brother before shrugging and jumping down. Sheller wanted to go to rec anyways, sooner was better. The two of them try to see if there’s an empty table they could climb up to use. Otherwise, they just hang somewhere out of the way for now.
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“Oh roight. You 'lot bagged a decepticon didn’t ya? Now that’s impressive if ya ask me.”
Treadquake said.
“I mean, have you seen this place? It kinda is.”
One of the two replied.
“Nah. This is nice.”
Nebula replied.
The mess hall was nothing out of the ordinary. A large cafeteria with many evenly spaced tables, and a self serve station on the far wall.
At this late hour, there were very few bots present.
There was one table with two seats that was unoccupied, and a little farther from the others.
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“Believe me, it was a group effort.” Darksting said to the Predacon.
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"How did he return?’ Angel asks, a clearly fearful tone to his voice.
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“Eeeh, maybe more like death’s lazy cousin.” Timberjack jokingly replies.
Few bots was great, meant it should be quiet, as he hoped. Railgun lets Nebula pick what table they use and once situated as that table, tries using the height of the table to see what’s over on the self-serve station. He’ll offer to get her whatever she likes, regardless if it’s just Energon or if there are other options.
They take that table and climb up to the top, sitting on the table directly rather than the chairs.
“You know,” Coverfire began, “this isn’t the first time.”
Sheller stares at him blank, only interrupted by a few blinks. Coverfire rolls his optics.
“Alarmed, remember?”
“They what?” Sheller’s voice nearly shouted in surprise. “No – You’re over reading. Neither one ever–”
“Oh come on, you’d really think either of them would admit to it?”
“She was the medic. She cared for us all equally.”
“I dunno, she helped Railgun first. Certainly hung around him a lot more.”
“Only for logistics. Railgun could keep pushing if she kept up repairs. It’s why Rectifier paired them up.”
“And Rectifier didn’t know what made them so effective. Well, until…”
“…That was the most enraged he ever…”
The two are silent for a moment, trying to not dwell on the memory.
“…If Rectifier ever knew, would he do anything?” Sheller finally asks.
“Maybe? Probably wouldn’t care as long as it got results. Not sure if Railgun ever fully realized it. Surprised he even did for Nebula.”
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“O-oh, okay then. Just be warned, all of my music and players were,” She breathed a little heavy “Destroyed a few days ago, and I make no promises to my acapella skills.”
(OOC: Sorry, as on the road last couple days)
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“Oi’d assume as much. Still impressive none tha less.”
Treadquake said.
Tailpipe shrugged.
“No one knows the details. All we know is that they brought him back to life, not how they did it.”
“You haven’t lived out here as long as we have.”
One of the predacons pointed out.
There wasn’t much variety to the selection. Just various forms of energon.
Nebula picked a table that was close to the serving station, but far from any of the other bots. She said she’d be fine with whatever Railgun chose, and patiently waited.
“I’m sure it ain’t that bad.”
Hoverbug said cheerfully.
“Hell, I’m sure you sound great!”
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“You can say that. I’m surprised we all survived the battle.” Darksting said.
“I thought they’d be a lot worse.”
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Angel seems very disturbed by this, “It’s wrong; the dead should remain dead.” He mutters.
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