- 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
Highcall listened as Kick Off explained the need to respect other's beliefs, bringing up examples of some other known religions. Though he got the message, it brought about some questions within Highcall.
Could that be why my faith in Primus has faltered lately? For many vorns I had only been around other members of the Church, who thought exactly as I thought. Since I joined the Autobots and came to this station I have been exposed to so many other beliefs, not to mention those who have none.
Once Kick Off had finished, the engineer nodded his head thoughtfully in agreement.
"You're right Kick Off. I've been stationed here for I don't know how many vorns, but I still think like I'm with the Church surrounded by my brothers and sisters. I swear by the Holy Light that I will make an effort to respect the decisions of others."
Highcall looked down to his wrists, looking at the restraints that were still there. Rather than strengthen his own beliefs, his decisions had brought personal shame and doubt toward them. He looked back up to Kick Off.
"I'd like to apologize to Warhaul, and the blue Autobot who paid for the drink I destroyed, as well as the bar owner and anyone else I disturbed. Unless you think I should stay in your custody longer."
Still feeling in high spirits, Cosmos walked cheerfully into the bar. Though he took the time to greet and chat with some of the patrons, it didn't take long for him to find his (hopefully) new friends the Dinobots sitting right at the bar. Not surprisingly there was a good distance between them and most of the other mechs trying to enjoy a drink.
Well, it doesn't look like they've hurt anyone. That's a good sign.
Courageously the small green mech walked right to the bar where the Dinobots sat around, drinking.
"Well I certainly hope you're enjoying yourselves.", Cosmos greeted the Dinobots, "They certainly have some top-quality drinks here, don't they?"
The flying saucer went to the stool right next to the Dinobot flamethrower. Though Slag didn't look to be in much of a good mood, he was at least in a better mood than the last time Cosmos had seen him. Cosmos gave him a curt nod of the head.
Unfortunately for the stout mech, the stools were a little high for him. He looked at the seat, which was about optic level for him. He had tried to get into the barstools before on his own in robot mode, but it was always just an embarrassing display of his inherent, normal-gravity clumsiness.
"Uh say," Cosmos sheepishly asked the larger, stronger mechs, "I can't quite get up into the stool, and it's kind of a bother to have to transform to my saucer mode and back just to go up a few feet. Can one of you give me a hand?"
Sludge was quite glad to see the arrival of Cosmos, he had already gotten some good laughs watching him. So when the short mech asked for a hand, the jungle warrior had no problem abliging.
"Okay.", Sludge simply said as he got up, "Me Sludge can help you."
"Oh, thank you so much Sludge.", Cosmos thanked as he spread his arms to the side so the large Dinobot could get an easy grip, "I really appreciate the hel- hey, wait-"
Much to Cosmos' surprise the jungle warrior did not try to gently pick him up by the waist, but instead grabbed him by the head.
"Whoa, whoa not there- OW!", the stout green mech said startled as Sludge large fingers got a grip of his cranium, "That's my HEAD, not a handle! OW!"
Sludge simply chuckled as he easily lifted the short little bot, all the while Cosmos struggled, hopelessly flapping his arms and legs. Once the jungle warrior had brought Cosmos a few feet above the stool he let go of the green mech.
"OOF!", went Cosmos as his aft not so gently landed on the seat, "Thanks.... I guess."
Sludge casually went back to where he was next to Snarl as if he had done nothing wrong. He took the newest mug of energon and lifted it, several seconds after the others, and took a long gulp of it. Sludge couldn't really count how many he had drank so far, though it was probably from a lack of keeping track rather than from drunkeness. Being as large as he was, it took a lot of energon to get the jungle warrior overfueled.
Cosmos, meanwhile, did his best to get comfortable, though he had to stand on the stool to be close to eye level with the other bots.
"Say, you're Side Burn, aren't you?" the flying saucer asked the blue mech, "I didn't know you were a bartender, I'd heard you were here on leave. Do you think you could serve an Energon wine to Alpha Shipyards 'Best Ambassador", the stout little mech requested with pride, "Say, do you know anyone who's good with a rifle? On the way here I passed by a couple of femmes who were headed for the shooting range for target practice. They said they needed a shartshooter to help them with their aim, but I didn't really know anyone around that could help them."
As Cosmos waited for a reply to his drink request and his query, he looked over to Slag right next to him.
"I certainly hope you're enjoying yourself here, Slag. I'm sorry that we got off on the wrong foot earlier, I certainly didn't mean any disrespect.", Cosmos said politely, and extended out his hand in the hopes the Dinobot flamethrower would accept his apology, "I certainly hope we can forget about earlier and be friends."
As Sludge finished his mug he looked over and watched as the little green mech tried to make nice with the violent Dinobot Slag. He then looked to both Snarl and Swoop.
"Hmmm, me Sludge think maybe little saucer-bot might get melted into slag by.... uh, Slag.", he dimly commented.