- 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
Sludge seemed be to enjoying himself as he drank his second mug of energy, all the while things were happening around him. Setting his drink on the counter, he laughed some more as he watched Slag make his presence known to the smaller blue mech who was so intent on asking the Dinobots questions. As he watched Side Burn squirm, the desert warrior sitting next to him made a little bet. Sludge thought about it for several astroseconds as the Dinobot flamethrower's latest victim finally got the point, only to jump to the other side of the bar and become even more of an annoyance.
"Me think Slag will pound him into scrap metal first.", Sludge replied to Snarl's bet with a grin, "Unless the little blue weakling runs away scared first."
As Sludge lifted his mug up for another drink, another little Autobot came up to the four Dinobots. This Autobot, apparently some member of security named Kick Off, went on about the various rules. Sludge didn't even bother to turn around and face him, he simply stood where he was and drank, only once or twice turning his head. As far as Sludge was concerned, he was just another little Autobot know-it-all who thought they could boss around the Dinobots with the same slagging rules. Sludge knew better, though.
Grimlock is strongest, much stronger than this little Autobot. Me Sludge only follow Grimlock's orders.
Sludge was about to turn around and get in Kick Off's face with Snarl, when he started to remember his leader's earlier orders. They were supposed to keep a low profile, and not draw any attention. The gears in Sludge's head, both literally and figuratively, started grinding as he tried to figure what Grimlock would want them to do.
Hmmmm..... Grimlock not want any Autobots to pay attention to Dinobots...... Maybe Slag scrapping this bot not a good thing.....
Once Sludge had come back from his deep thinking, he saw Snarl suggest to the security mech that Side Burn might need saving, as Slag's patience (if he even had any) was running out. Sludge turned around, and after several more astroseconds of thinking and scratching his head, he tapped both Snarl and Swoop on the shoulder.
"Um....", he said with hesitation, "Maybe we should stop Slag from hurting that little Autobot....."
Sludge then stood and waited for a response from the other Dinobots. It was one of the few times he suggested a course of action, but he wasn't going to act on it unless the other Dinobots were on board.
The two security mechs escorted the restrained Highcall into a small waiting room just outside of Kick Off's office. As he had promised he had cooperated with them, and even managed to keep his vocalizer shut off during the entire trip.
"Take a seat.", one of the mechs motioned for the religous engineer to one of several chairs in the mostly bare room, "It could be several breems before Kick Off returns here."
Highcall nodded and quickly sat down, his hands in front of him with energon restraints around his wrist. The two security mechs kepted standing, one next to Highcall and the other facing him from the other side of the room. Both were armed but relaxed, probably because they knew enough about Highcall not to expect any violent behavour. And they were right to.
Highcall's cooling fans took a deep intake of air; with nothing to do but wait, this was as good a time as any for meditation and prayer.
"Is it all right if I shut my optics off until Kick Off gets here?", he politely asked.
The two guards looked at each other, a little confused by the request.
"I, uh,", the guard across from him studdered, "I suppose that's okay. Just don't try anything funny."
Highcall thankfully smile at the guards just before he shut off his optic sensors. He slowed down the air intake of his cooling fans, bringing them to a constant rhythm, and focused on the humming sounds of the energy flowing through the room's lights.
Oh Primus, God of Eternal Light, holiest of all beings. Please hear my prayers, and guide me to the path that you have chosen.....
If Cosmos had an actual mouth, he would have had the largest grin as Grimlock asked about the event he was referring to. Despite starting out as a top-secret project, by now everyone in the shipyards knew all about the Trion. Now that he was talking to someone from outside, Cosmos was all giddy to talk about it, so much that he shook with excitement as pressed the button to activate the turbolift.
"Oh, it's just the biggest event to happen here in over a hundred vorns!", Cosmos answered, unable to contain himself, "In one mega-cycle we'll be launching and celebrating the maiden voyage of the most advanced ship in the Autobot fleet, the Trion!"
Cosmos jumped with enthusiasm, though most would argue if such a miniscule distance in the air by the stout Autobot could be considered a jump.
"Our top mech's have been working on her for nearly a vorn! She has the most state-of-the-art weapon systems, unbeatable defensive capabilties, and the most advanced propulsion drive in the entire galaxy! I tell you, she makes the Nemesis look like a garbage scow! Once the Decepticons see her, they'll be running in terror!"
In all his excitement about talking about the Trion, Cosmos stopped and realized who he was talking to. Grimlock was a warrior, after all, and it was likely the Dinobot commander had little interest in high-tech space craft. A little embarassed of himself, he cut down on his enthusiasm before he continued.
"I'm sorry about that, sometimes I can't control myself.", he apologized, "But anyway, in one mega-cycle the entire shipyard will be celebrating it's launch. There'll be several high rankiing officials from across the quadrant attending, several speeches will be given as well as a formal reception."
A low chime came as the turbolift reached their destination. The doors slid open, but before they entered the command hub, Cosmos had one more interesting tidbit he felt the need to share. Cosmos inched a little closer to the Dinobot commander so he would be the only one to hear it.
"And there's also a rumor,", the short green mech whispered, "That Optimus Prime himself will be attending the event! It might just be a rumor, but I'd bet my navigation circuits that he'll be here!"
Done talking, Cosmos looked to the turbolift exit which now led to the command hub. Though he wanted to lead the way, the much larger Grimlock blocked his way out. Trying to look curteous rather than stuck, the short green mech motioned his hand toward the opening.
"Commander Countdown's office is through there. After you!"