After Darksting got his Energon, he decided to sit next to the others. He saw Timberjack and decided to sit near him.
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“Nice to sleep on an actual bed after lying in sand for the past few days,” Backbreaker says. “Primus knows we’ll be picking granules out of our seams for another month.”
Tripwire finds a seat near the Railroad Team and their company, quietly intaking an energon ration and listening in on the converstation.
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The Maximal is chewing on some Energon, dulled by the wakeup.
“Morning,” he says to Darksting, but it almost sounds like a question.
“I vote we crash into a lake next to wash it out.” Coverfire pipes in.
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“Oh, hi.” Darksting said back.
“Interesting how they start their day here, eh?” He asks.
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“Yirp, sure is different to crank up the heat to ensure bots get up.” Timberjack says absentminded.
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Backbreaker laughs, while Hemorrhage grins and shakes his head.
“No more crashes, please,” the doctor chuckles. “Besides, we’d have to find another ship first.”
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Juliana was a bit confused by Hoverbug, she was awefully clingy, and Juliana was not entirely sure why.
“Did you need something?” she asked.
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“That’s for sure. How are you feeling about this whole adventure so far?” Darksting asked Timberjack.
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“Nah. Just… Tryin’ to make a new friend.”
She said awkwardly. Mumbling the last few words.
One Dust Devil noticed the minicons standing on the table with them.
“Hey check this out. They think they’re people.”
He joked to another predacon that was sitting next to him.
Nebula responded with a low power cannon blast right between the eyes, knocking him off the seat and flat on his back.
The other predacon looked to his friend, and then back to Nebula.
“I uh… I don’t know him.”
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Angel suddenly woke up as they were joking, “What?” He mumbled before tumbling of his perch.
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“It’s only been a couple days, what is there to say?” Timberjack retorts, but noticeable has more life to it. Seems the scorpion’s question woke something up.
“We’ve got a truck.” Coverfire replies with a beaming smile. Surely, he was joking, but says it with such confidence some could mistake it as serious.
The moment he finishes that sentence, each member of the Railroad Team stops what they’re doing. Synchronously, their heads turn towards the Predacon and stares into him. Other than a spark of energy the glares across their optics, they’re frozen, just staring at him.
Then Nebula shot him. Railgun couldn’t help but crack a smirk. This is why Nebula is the one.
“I love you.” Railgun says to her quietly.
The three then turned to look at the other Predacon when he spoke. They also just stare right into him, unwavering.
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“I’m only trying to make small talk.” Darksting said, then shrugged. “Personally this is probably the most exciting thing that’s ever happened to me. I think.”
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Backbreaker had been about to draw his sword to defend his comrades’ honor, but then Nebula had done that for him.
“Huh. Well, that’s what you get, having poor table manners,” he quips, taking his hand off the hilt of his weapon.
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The remaining predacon almost seemed to crumple under the tiny judgemental eyes across from him. Like a tin can at the bottom of the ocean.
“I- I think I’ll go eat somewhere else. You guys have a nice day.”
He took his tray and got up to leave, finding another table to sit at.
Nebula smirked proudly.
“Is he okay?”
Maximus asked. He leaned over the table to try to get a look at the predacon his minicon friend had knocked out.
“Does it matter?”
Nebula replied.
“Yeah. I’d say it matters.”
Maximus said back. Nebula turned to Railgun.
“You wanna weigh in on this?”
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“You think? Suffer from memory loss there friend?” Timberjack asks.
“He’s not dead, so he’s lucky.” Railgun says and then pauses in consideration.
“However, a medic should give him a quick evaluation. Our host won’t appreciate their crew being harmed, even if they deserved it. Hemorrhage sir, could you help him out?”
Backbreaker’s move does not go completely unnoticed by the other Mini-Cons.
“Thank you sir,” Sheller says to him on behalf of the team.
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Darksting leaned in close to the Maximal.
“Kind of. I can’t really remember much of my early life. I remember the cities on Cybertron, and some history facts, and then I somehow wound up on the colony. I figured out how to fix tools, so that’s what I did. If you don’t mind, I’d appreciate you not telling anyone else. I’ve never told another bot about this.”
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Hemorrhage calmly leaves his seat to examine the knocked-out predacon.
“While I’m certainly no-one to speak on such matters, I’ve found that nonviolent confrontation is often preferable to an immediate resort to weaponsfire,” he remarks. “Though sometimes a whack to the head can prove to be an effective remedy for foolish thoughts…”
“Ah, don’t mention it.” Backbreaker waves his hand. “Was just gonna try and scare him, anyway. Figured our hosts wouldn’t want us getting too rowdy.”
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Angel gets up, “How did I get here?” He mutters, shaking his head to clear it.
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“Interesting to hear, coming from a former decepticon.”
Axis muttered.
The predacon was more or less fine. The solid knock to the head just shut him down for a little bit.
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“Former, yes,” Hemorrhage replies. “I unfortunately learned this lesson later in life.”
Satisfied that the predacon was going to be fine, he picks him up off the floor. “I’ll see this poor fool to sickbay,” he says. “Be back in a bit.”
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