- 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 intently as Kick-Off spoke before the security mech unlocked and removed the restraints around his wrists. He spent a few astroseconds rubbing and stretching his wrists before he stood up, giving a sudden exhale as Kick-Off mentioned his possible punishment.
"I shouldn't have a problem paying the fine, and I'm more than willing to work any extra shifts.....", he gave a weak smile as he put his hand up to his forehead, shaking in realization, "But now I'm starting to understand why I keep getting transfered to different assignments so often. I don't know if there's any crew chief or senior engineer who'd want me on their team."
Highcall shut off his optical sensors for a moment, his cooling fans taking in a deep intake. He gave a thought to Primus then turned his optics back on.
"But that's the recharging berth I made, and now I'll have to go to sleep mode on it. If Primus was willing to give up his freedom for the sake of the Universe, than I can certainly work whatever assignment is given to me to attone for my mistake, even if it means scrubbing the cargo hold of a garbage scow."
The Autobot engineer turned and walked toward the security office door, but stopped just short of leaving and turned toward the security mech. He put his palms together and lowered his head in a partial bow.
"Thank you, Kick-Off. You may not believe in any of it, but I think you've helped me see His guiding light more clearly.", Highcall parted his hands and lifted his head up, "You have my word that I won't cause any more trouble. The next time we see each other I hope it will be more as friends, and not as law enforcement detaining a criminal."
Giving a curt nod, Highcall turned around and walked out the door.
Cosmos gladly took the wine glass from Side Burn. He raised his glass in appreciation.
"Thank you, Side Burn. Your right, these guys can be a little rough at times, but I'm sure their all good bots.", Cosmos nodded, then lowered his drink, "Now if I remember right, those femmes said they were going to shooting range 4, one deck up from here."
Retracting his faceplate, Cosmos brought the energon wine to his mouth and savored the smooth taste of his drink. Good drinks, good friends, what could be better?
The bubble that Cosmos was floating on quickly burst, though. While he had hoped the Dinobots would be more social and friendly after a few drinks, the flamethrower sitting right next to him seemed to be thinking the exact opposite. With just three words, Slag sent the green mech tumbling back down to Cybertron. He nearly spilled his drink.
"Oh, uh..... Well I'm terribly sorry, Slag.", Cosmos stammered, not sure how exactly to respond, "I, uh, I didn't think that.... I mean, I don't know what I've done but, uh...."
Though the drinks were still just as good as when he got there, Sludge was starting to get a little tired of all the drinking as he downed each mug simply because they were in front of him. Being the largest of the Dinobots he was the most capable of holding his fuel.
"That good one, Swoop. Slag make good puddle out of little green am-bas-sa-dor.", Sludge chuckled as he had to say "ambassador" with considerable effort. One had to wonder if it was because of all the energon substitute he'd drank, or his own natural dimwittedness.
Sludge then turned and listened to the desert warrior sitting to the other side of him, continuing to berate the blue mech who had been serving him drinks and argue with the Dinobot flamethrower. Then Snarl gave his own two energon chips on the Cosmos situation with Slag, putting the blame on Sludge.
"Huh?", was all Sludge could reply as he rubbed his chin, slowly processing his thoughts, "Uh, me Sludge had not thought of that."
Sludge looked over at the flamethrower, who had already blasted the jungle warrior for talking too much to Side Burn. Slag simply sat there drinking and fuming, but so far hadn't laid a finger on the little green mech. Cosmos, standing on the stool, looked nervous and confused, but was still in one piece. The jungle warrior shrugged. Maybe he did help Cosmos onto the stool and right next to the most volatilte member of the Dinobots, but if the flying saucer got hurt that was his own problem.
It was then that heard loud footsteps enter the bar, and before he knew it their leader was back, and none too happy. To be honest Sludge didn't know what exactly they'd done wrong. Grimlock had told them to go to the bar and not get into any trouble or say anything about their mission. As far as the jungle warrior knew they had followed those orders. Still, Grimlock was the strongest, so he must have been right to be upset with them.
"Uh, me Sludge sorry, Grimlock.", the jungle warrior stood up from the now crumpled up stool, maybe a little too eagerly as he staggered and had to grab the table to keep from falling. One had to wonder if he was drunk or just his normal clumsy self.
Once stood up Sludge turned and stepped toward his leader, "Me Sludge ready to practice fighting.", he said enthusiastacally, raising his fists to prove his point.
Cosmos took another drink of his wine as he tried to think of some way to break the ice with Slag, but nothing was coming to him. He was starting to think that maybe it was better to give up with the flamethrower, and maybe all the Dinobots in general.
Maybe I don't need to be friends with every bot that arrives here.... It certainly seems like trying to be friends with these Dinobots may get me killed.
Before Cosmos could say anything else to Slag, he heard Grimlock enter. After a quick dressing down of his team, the Dinobot leader turned to the green mech, requesting he show them to the nearest training facility.
"Oh, uh, yes, sure thing Grimlock, I'm happy to help you and your team in anyway.", Cosmos nervously replied.
Gulping down the rest of his wine and setting the glass on the bar counter, Cosmos carefully lowered himself down from the stool- he wasn't going to make the mistake of asking one of the Dinobots for help a second time. Once his feet were on the floor he stepped up to the Dinobot commander- the only Dinobot who'd seem to have any patience with Cosmos.
"Well, the closest training facility on the station is at the other end of the hallway.", Cosmos informed.
Cosmos then looked at the gathered Dinobots around him- big, rough, each of them incredibly strong and capable of doing a lot of damage without even trying.
"But you know, there's this other facility two decks up.", Cosmos added, "It was designed to handle squads of up to 30 mechs, much larger and more durable. It might be safer.... structural integrity of the station, that is. Uh, I'll lead the way and you can decide as we go."
Cosmos waddled out the bar as quickly as he could, hoping a head start would help him from slowing down the larger Dinobots with their longer strides.
Here's hoping this all goes well.
Highcall gave a curteous, if confused nod to the guards outside the bar. He wasn't sure why their continued presence was needed with it was a relatively minor incident earlier, but that didn't matter. He looked around, and to his relief saw the mech he was looking for leaving the bar.
I knew this is the right thing to do., he thought as he looked up to Primus, He may have gone against your teachings, but I realize now that it was wrong for me to judge him. When the time comes for all you shall judge them as you see fit. And for now, I must atone for my behavour. Give me strength.
Lowering his head, Highcall made eye contact with Warhaul. The engineer raised his hands in the air, showing that he was unarmed and had no intention of fighting.
"Warhaul,", he addressed the technician as he walked up to the much taller mech, "Do you have an astrosecond? I would like to talk, and I promise you that is has nothing to do with Primus."