- Motto: "I can totally prove that I'm not a zombie! Just lean over hear, and let me take a little nibble out of your brains."
- Weapon: Double Barrelled Shell Launcher
Corridors Approaching the Energon Bar
Though he was hovering in his saucer mode, Cosmos couldn't help but shake as the Dinobot's threats only seemed to continue. He tried to block them all out as he led them to their destination.
"Probably just one kick and I'd lose.", he replied to Slag's earlier question, trying in vain to defuse their hostility with some kind of humor, "But then security would probably put you in a holding cell for assault, so you'd lose too. Really, I don't think anyone would win in that game."
Since the Dinobot flamethrower was making his way ahead of the rest it was easy for Cosmos to stay away from him. And after the desert warrior's own threat he made every effort to keep from Snarl as well. Once their commander, Grimlock, had made it clear just how impatient his troops were, Cosmos picked up the pace.
Goodness, this is almost as bad as being chased by Astrotrain or Blast Off.
Thankfully they were almost at the bar, something that even the dim-witted Sludge could notice. A number of mechs were crowding around the bar.
"Me Sludge think we missed something.", Sludge commented as they saw one of the shipyard's technicians being escorted by security in restraints.
Now that he had the Dinobots where they wanted to be, Cosmos landed and transformed to his robot mode. He took a few steps back to get out of the way of the security officers.
"Uh, hi there, Warhaul.", Cosmos awkwardly waved as the mech was taken away, "He's actually one of our top technicians here.", he informed the Dinobots.
"Hmmm,", Sludge mumbled as he thought, "Me Sludge don't think he look beat up. Maybe he not get in a fight."
"So anyway,", Cosmos said out loud to the Dinobots as he motioned toward the door, "Here's the shipyard's galaxy-famous Energon Bar, enjoy!"
Thankful that the more dangerous part of his assignment with the Dinobots was over, Cosmos turned toward their commander, Grimlock, who had seemed the least threatening of the group.
"All right then, Grimlock", he said, a little less nervous and more upbeat then with the other Dinobots, "Shall I take you to Countdown?"
Sludge wondered what had happened in the bar. Had there been a fight? Or was someone just too drunk? The jungle warrior shrugged, it didn't matter. He and the other Dinobots would get some drinks, and maybe a fight would break out while they were there. Or maybe not. It didn't matter to Sludge as much as the others, since he would probably just follow their lead as usual.
"We get drinks now, Snarl?", Sludge asked, then turned to the smallest Dinobot, "You drink too, Swoop?"
Before he recited more from the Covenant of Primus, Highcall stopped. Standing on top of the table he could see and hear how the bar's patron's were reacting, and he could tell that his words were falling on deactivated audio sensors.
Primus, he prayed, looking up to the sky, Why won't they listen? Why don't they understand? What can I do to make your words reach them?
The religous engineer was about to recite something specifically for Skyfall, when Kick-Off and a security team entered.
And here it comes again...., Highcall shuddered, though he knew at some point station security would get involved.
As soon as Kick-Off ordered, Highcall got down from the table. This wasn't the first time he would get lectured about "forcing" his beliefs on others. Of course this time even Highcall had to admit he may have crossed a line by firing on Warhaul's drink.
"Yes, I-" Highcall began to answer the security mech, when Skyfall interrupted him. It seemed the weapons engineer disagreed with the way security was handling things, and he was more than happy to point it out to everyone, going so far as to get right up close and touch Kick-Off. Then, for seemingly no reason other than to get more attention to himself, Skyfall made an announcement about arming everyone with the most advanced weapons.
Highcall kept quite though. At first he looked at Skyfall, then he turned his attention back to Kick-Off. Slowly, without any sudden moves, he reached into his holster, grabbed his pistol, and set in on the table.
"He's right, I did fire.", Highcall admitted, "I tried to talk Warhaul away from his path of self-destruction, but he wouldn't listen. So I to make my point clear I took his drink and I destroyed it with my laser pistol."
Highcall looked to Skyfall. He was well aware of the mech's reputation, and unlike many of the mechs who worked at the station he saw the arrogance and the hubris above the genius of his works. The religious engineer shook his head at the weapons designer.
"Primus is the one and only true judge of our character, he alone will see the truth in our sparks.", he spoke to Skyfall, "When the time comes, those who burn for His glory will light the universe for all eternity. And those who are fuelled by their own glory will burn out and be consumed by the Chaosbringer."
His point made, Highcall looked to Kick-Off and held out his hands in front of him, waiting for the security mech to place some kind of restraining device on his wrists.
"I don't regret anything I've done here, but I'm sure I've done enough to deserve this. I promise that I won't resist."