by USDA Prime » Wed Jul 18, 2012 6:10 pm
- Motto: "Delicious steaks are the right of all sentient beings."
- Weapon: Double Barrelled Shell Launcher
Leaving the Greasepit
Bar patrons blurred together and the walls wobbled into the ceiling- at least that was what it seemed like to Steelhand in his drunken state. He tried as best as he could to carry his own weight, but he just didn't have the coordination, and thus he leaned onto Downfall as the officer helped him.
"No more... no more h-high grade fer me.", Steelhand mumbled with regret as he tried to steady himself, "G-give me the llllow grrrade from now.... from now on."
As they left out the bar door, he could just make out Downfall's question. At first Steelhand exageratedly shook his head no, that he wouldn't say anymore about his fellow guards. It was an unwritten rule, don't tell the higher-ups what the other guards say about them in private. As Steelhand's feet stumbled, though, he started to have second thoughts.
I shouldn't, I shouldn't, I shouldn't..... But, he is helping me out pretty good here. Yeah, he's a good bot, a real pal. Bought me some drinks and giving me a hand to the barracks. Slaggit, it won't hurt no one.
"Yer, yeah, most of the b-bots her, hate yer slaggin c-circuits. B-but not meeeee.", Steelhand admitted with a big, drunken smile on his faceplate, "Ther, there was this one, one t-time that, uh, Her, Hardfist.... Yeah, yeah, Hardf-fist, he was all like 'that fraggin' sp-spawn of Unicer, Unicer', ugh, wh-what's that thing? Any, anyway he was going, going on about h-how you were, ugh....."
Steelhand stopped himself. Things were starting to spin in his head. He put his hand up to his cranial plate in a vain attempt to make it stop. He could feel his fuel systems trying to reject some of the excess energy he'd taken.
"Uh oh....", Steelhand gasped as he put both his hands over his mouth, "I th-think I'm.... I'm....uuuugh!"
Steelhand fought hard to stop the fuel purge that his systems were trying to force. Several times he motioned like he was going to expel used energon substitute all over Downfall, until finally....
"Ah!", the senior guard stood with relief, laughing as his fuel systems gave up fighting with him, "HA HA HA! Told ya, told ya I c-could hold my fuel! Now, uh, now, uh....."
Steelhand started staggering again. He knew he was telling Downfall something, but his databanks seemed jumbled when he tried to recall what.
"Uh, w-what wer, was I talkin' abo, about?", he questioned.