by Baneblade » Sun Apr 08, 2012 3:14 am
- Motto: "Scream....it only make it more fun"
- Weapon: Plasma Cannon
Corridors... somewhere
Contemptor looked stunned at Mal Practice when the name was dropped. He knew of Crueljaw, not from a personal standpoint, but more through a first hand encounter and the rest of the rumours about the rather foul tempered 'con. Now this would have made other mechanoids think twice, or look for a place to hide - especially if that place had edges on it. It was good to have edges, even when they were poined outwards to stop others getting in.
Contemptor ran his hand down over his face, stopping to intake some air into his systems as he had a thought of the overly cranky, some said twisted, and ....well you get the idea what the rest of them said.
"Mal...you do realise that with Vin being back to his old self, and that there is captain chrome-ass back there..." Contemptor looked at Mal, knowing that somewhere behind that visor, the grouchy medic raised the proverbial eyebrow at what Contemptor was getting at "...yeah you know chrome-ass...Knockout...little gold 'n' red pretty boy!" He saw the smirk on Mal Practice's face as he knew what Contemptor was getting at. "Yeah if Crueljaw still has that distain that he usually carries around with him, then I'll bet you a pack of energon goodies that he'll smack Knockout that hard he'll turn his colours inside out!"
Contemptor snikkered like an amused protoform at the thought of the newly activated mechanic getting smacked around like a ballbearing inside a pinball machine, and the thought didn't appear to be lost on Mal Practice either, but to the truck-former's dismay there was no laughter. At least, not on the surface anyway. Yeah he would be laughing below the surface...ok make that inside...ok make that deep inside! Contemptor hadn't missed the unfortunate events of Haywire's ejection into the hallways either, and especially the greasy mess that he had left on the floor. It reminded Contemptor of a scared bot's discharged lubrication fluids...or was it the discharge from a faulty CR chamber? Ah what ever it was, it left behind its greasy reminder that it was there, and once you had seen it, you couldn't really forget it was there! It was one of those things that never went away, no matter how many times you told it to go!
Contemptor shook his head and blinked his optics a few times as Mal then indicated to the entrance to the Engineering bay.
"After me? What is there something else in here that's gonna jump out on me and smack me around a few times before I know whats hit me? Or is this one of those things that happens when you ask too many questions and realise its like beating a hunk of bio-matter that had stopped fighting, even though you have it's head caved in?"
Contemptor paused and then shrugged as he walked into the engineering bay, looking for a decent berth for the pair of them to work at.
Engineering
There was a loud clang as something bounced along the floor of engineering. It was one of thise bouncing sounds that told you that, whatever it was, was trying to get away from you and stay away from you, regardless of how often that you wanted to catch it. It could be that, whatever the bouncing thing was, it tried to keep itself alive, hoping that the distance between it and you was enough for it to arm itself with some more edges. Preferrably the ones that screamed 'i'm deadly', especially as the screaming was done as high pitched as a cybertronian vocal artist.
"Mal..that berth there looks like the best place to start working, as it's big enough to hold me!"
Med Lab - Have a drink on me
>>Vin, Psych here, anything interesting happening in the Med-Lab? I am on my way, but I need you to collect someone for me if he gets out of stasis before I get there. He's an old friend who will be waking up shortly, but until he gets his first cup of coffee he can be a bit grouchy. There should be plenty of the triple-distilled left, offer him a glass and tell him you are working with me on clearance level 5 but DON'T GIVE HIM ALL OF IT! We'll need the rest of that later.<<
Vindicator held a finger to his tranceiver as the message from Psychout came filtering through. It took the larger mech by surprise at the urgency in the voice of the diminutive decepticon. Infact it was so urgent it had exclamation marks and extra punctuation all of its own. Vindicator noted the emphasis on the bottle of triple distilled and smiled to himself as he did so. He responded in kind to the diminutive mechanoid.
>>"Grouchy huh? Sounds like myself after an energon hangover. I'll access his bio remotely..It'll help in trying to deal with him.."<< Vindicator paused as he looked over past the newly thawed out Darkfire at the opening doors of the Med Bay. Vindicator felt his face twist a little before replying to Psychout >>"...Well if things could get any frakkin interesting in this place...Blackwind's shown back up and is schmoozing with captain pretty boy and his pet lump-hammer...slag..if her earlier flirt with me wasn't bad enough...frakking fragging...oh..he's awake"<<
Vindicator glowered over at Crueljaw as he pulled himself out of the cryo-chamber, the particles of ice still falling off the mech as he emerged from the deep sleep. The tank-former strode over to Crueljaw after hearing the remark about seeker cheerleaders. His distain was obviously the same as Vin's for the over arrogant caste of 'cons. Not that it took much! Infact nothing took much these days, because it was all about politics, and politics was a mess. Infact politics was almost as bad as a question - or a thought - that had edges on it. Especially when it came from someone or some-mech that couldn;t figure out his right from his left or, ultimately, not know how to tie his shoelaces together!
Vindicator stood over Crueljaw and gave him a glare before getting in his grill about the remark about being a cheerleader.
"Ok frosty..." Vindicator growled "...I'm not a leader, and I sure as frag aint full of cheer!" He thrust the bottle of triple distilled into Crueljaw's chest as his amber optics glowed with frustration. "I can't stand seekers, and I was two parsec's away from smashing starscream with this!" He materialised his thunder hammer and the monstrous weapon automatically moved to its full length as Vindicator firmly thrust the pommel to the floor with an audible clang.
"Before you even ask Crueljaw, I'm working with Psychout on Clearance Level 5, Mal Practice is away to engineering with Contemptor to hook up some form of weaponry..." He turned and looked at Crueljaw and then snatched the bottle of triple distilled away from the slugging 'con. "...for slag's sake! not the whole frakkin' bottle! Primus!"
He inspected the bottle and gave a smile to see that there was still a measureable gallon left. Mind you, a thirst never quenched was the same as, well being in charge without having any rules.
>>"Psychout...get here asap.. Cruel's up and about...but Blackwind is almost ready to make go with chrome-aft and the lug-monkey"<<
This was now going to get interesting....maybe...