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OOC post
I am without the internet right now and am posting from my cousins. Any posts will be sporadic until I can get back online proper.
At the bunker
/Red frowns, glaring at Prime and then Fowler. Looks like the scrap of information they shared wasn’t as appreciated as they thought and wasn’t enough to make up somehow for their escapade to Silas’ base. He hated hard bargains. It looked like their departure will be sooner than they expected. He glanced Perceptor before speaking again./
Fine. Have it your way. As soon the converter we were building is done, we will leave. To not bother you again, Prime. /He answered a bit coldly./ May it be the last act of our gratitude for giving us the shelter. We stretched your hospitality enough.
Also /He knelt before Fowler to be closer to his level./ forgive us for interrupting your delicate operation. /Drift straightened up again and looked at Prime./ Is that all?
MECH’s strength lies in their intellect? Wow, then they don’t have much to fear.
“I assure you we didn’t underestimate them. Quite the opposite.” much to his dismay. The only challenge about it were the outer defences. “Although seing their field of interest I understand your concern.” he added. This way of thinking was probably the reason why MECH obtained means of being effective against Cybertronians in the first place. But as Prime said, it wasn’t their world, and nobody was paying them to deal with it’s problems.
“We’ll finish our work here, and leave. Wouldn’t want to put any of your team in harms way.”
…
-He accepted Drift’s words, though it was hard to ignore the hard edge to them. The Matrix within his chassis flickered warily; he turned his attention to Fowler, glad for a distraction.
Again, you have my apologies, Agent Fowler. Next time, I will personally notify you of any new recruits. Be they temporary or permanent in their residence.
-He turns to Perceptor then, and nods gravely. Neither he nor his team needed to blame themselves further for non-actions of consequence.
That would be greatly appreciated. Until then you may reside here at your leisure, and here only. Well away from unnecessary human contact.
[Fowler makes a derisive snort at the cold edge to Drift’s words, but doesn’t make any retorts.]
Good. I don’t see much more need to hang around here, I’m needed back in Washington I’m sure, so I’ll take my leave. Prime, if you won’t mind a bridge?
(Source: greatestamericanfowler)
backgroundbot asked: Hey there, Agent. Just letting you know we're out of your hair, so to speak~ And try not to be too hard on Prime... we're not that easy to look after *chuckles*. Oh, right. Speaking of that. Since we blew up your operation, it's only fair to give something in return. I'm sending you current coordinates of the signal we first tracked. I managed to catch the frequency again before leaving your universe, and unless Silas dumped the frame, the coords are where you'll find him as well. Best regards~
[Fowler scowls at the message, and receives the coordinates from Perceptor. He listens to what the Bot has to say and wonders what he means by “the frame”. The ‘Con they mentioned, perhaps? He’s unsure whether to trust those two after the ordeal, but he decides that a shot at Silas will be worth it.]
I’ll look into it.
At the bunker
Oi, oi, oi. /Drift glared the human and huffed feeling offended. Who this guy thinks he is?/ We got the instructions how to play and we are not stupid.
Before blaming anyone maybe you’ll listen first what we have to say? /He crossed his arms./ We just happen to know a thing or two about your little human friend and his toys. It is a information valuable for your government, am I right? And Autobots since he appears to be your enemy as well. /He briefly looked at Prime before he sighed./
Of course it was pure luck that we found him, right Percy? /He smiled to his partner./ We were on energon patrol when we picked up corrupted cybertronian signal. It led us right into his little lair, he was already packing up, expecting you /He gestured Fowler, nonchalantly waving his hand./ to crash his party sooner or later. But we did managed to take a peek into his trinkets as well listen in before you scared him off.
Perceptor nodded at Drift’s words, meeting Prime’s gaze.
“It didn’t feel right to just sit about doing nothing, while you’ve got your servos full and you’re short on staff, too…” he shook his head, optic wandering around empty base. “We thought we’ll be back before dawn, and kept of the roads, mostly.”
“And, well, there’s that signal… uh… they had Cybertronian’s frame there. Offline, by the looks of it repaired by humans but, well, genuine. Didn’t seem to have any insignia, though. Kinda bulky; big, sticking out chest, only one optic…” he tried not to give too many details, watching Prime’s reaction. If it wasn’t for their trip to Nemesis, they wouldn’t have any idea who the mech was, so he tried his best to act like that part never happened. “Kind of creepy hobby, if you ask me… Keeping that frame around.”
and not at all familiar, from his own universe.“They had labs dug deeper in the base, but they were already empty when we got there. And wired up with explosives…”
-Optimus winces slightly at Fowler’s lecturing, and gives a short, apologetic nod.
You will have to forgive me, Agent Fowler. Like you yourself said, I have been distracted lately by these portals and the chaos that comes with them. However, rest assured; our last unfortunate ‘uniform’ malfunction with Smokescreen at the very least allowed us the foresight to better prepare our recruits with sufficient common sense regarding human etiquette. Our team did the best it could. The rest, however, was up to them.
-At this he glances back at the guilty duo, disappointment evident on his features. When they begin to explain, he frowns further.
… regardless of your intentions - and believe me, I appreciate the effort considering our dwindling energon stores - but this is not. your. world. You are simply guests here, and while you are free to lend a hand where you see fit, it is only with my authorisation that you become directly involved in events exclusive to this universe.
-He vents.
These are not your enemies, and these are not your battles. And yes, I realise that the humans, in particular, because of their miniature stature may seem a minor threat at first glance-
-He gestures at Fowler for emphasis.
-but do not underestimate their strength. MECH is deceptive, and their strength lies in their intellect. Their technology has already proven itself effective against our species, and they have been aggressive in their quest for specimens. Had they taken an interest in you, my entire team …
-He scowls, unpleasant memories from the Nemesis Prime incident resurfacing.
I am sorry. But we cannot afford to be affiliated. Not under these circumstances.
I never called you stupid, those are your words not mine. And I’m letting Prime know the situation here. I can NOT have you people running around here. The existence of your kind on my planet is a very delicate situation.
[Fowler back off a bit, and then speaks again.]
I’ve got to agree with Prime. While I appreciate the efforts and the info, these are battles we have to fight ourselves. It may not be solved as quickly, but they are our battles.
[Fowler turns back to Optimus.]
Prime, I know things are hectic, but I must be notified of new arrivals next time. We need to avoid issues like this in the future.
(Source: greatestamericanfowler)
“I am….” Tarantulas whispers softly. “The spawn of Unicron….”
[The mech whispers, almost conspiratorially, and Fowler raises both his brows. On the one hand, the mech is likely babbling drunk speak, but on the other Fowler wonders if there is truth to it. After all, the Unicron on Earth was capable of spawning smaller versions of himself.]
Is that right?
Tarantulas lets out a mad cackle of laughter as he flops back over. “I like you, can I have you for dinner?”
I don’t think we’re quite at that stage yet, so I’ll have to decline.
[He looks again at the mechs design, and wonders if it’s some sort of robotic and organic cross. He’s never seen one quite like it.]
“Oh really?” He lets out an amused snort. “I’d say otherwise from the looks you’re giving me.”
[Fowler lets out a laugh at that comment.]
Please. You’re not quite my type, ‘Con.
[In all honesty, he has no idea of the mechs allegiance, but it won’t hurt to take a shot.]
At the bunker
/Red just shrugged, looking down at the human who just went ahead into the portal. He glanced Percy questioningly before he just followed Fowler into the bridge. His suspicions were correct. Right on the other side Prime was already waiting for them, with that awful serious expression on his face. Drift didn’t know what exactly did it remind him of, a serious leader or a very disappointed puppy./
Prime, what a surprise! Or wait, no. Not really. We were planning to call you anyway, the ride back could take some time and Mr Fowler here is rather in hurry. /He laughed lightly, placing his hands on his waist. This is going to be a tricky talk. Drift looked back at his partner who came out from the portal./ You kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinda missed a thing or two, Sir. Tiny things. Like, really small.
Since they apparently weren’t going to drive anywhere, and rather just walk through the portal, Perceptor transformed back. He much preferred walking on his two pedes.
Lack of proper speed when in alt mode probably had a lot to do with it.And then, there was Optimus. Not that they had plans to stay much longer, but the face Prime was making right now made him think of acid storm clouds, silently looming over the landscape waiting for the best moment to break the hell lose.
…and Red, being Red, wasn’t helping. But hey, it’s not like they never had their at the time brilliant idea blow straight into their faceplates.
He tilted his helmet towards the taller Bot with a greeting.
-The entire base was deserted, save for Optimus who stood at the groundbrdige waiting. His optics were fixated on the on the swirling green mass of the portal, pensive as thoughts warred within him, within the Matrix. Perhaps he’ been too naive with his trust; he’d been hoping, so very hoping that they would prove valuable allies. They mostly kept to themselves, which was a bit strange, but understandable. And they got along with the kids, which was always a good sign - but then again, so had Wheeljack. And though nothing had come out of that particular scenario with Miko … the potential had been there. For Wheeljack to have been captured, for his intelligence to been extracted, to be used to eradicate their small ensemble of Autobot. This latest excursion would not go without consequence.
Agent Fowler.
-He acknowledges, as the first presence enters the base. He does not look at his human ally, merely continues staring into the bridge. Until his two ‘guests’ arrive. He locks optics with Perceptor, then Drift. He makes no attempt at acknowledging the latter’s sense of humour.
Further details than I already have will be unnecessary in determining the consequences of your actions, Drift. Perceptor.
-His gaze is stern and expression grim. He folds his arms over his chest, a silent gesture meant to give them one last chance at explaining themselves. Though he doubt he can allow himself, as his duty, to accept their excuses.
[Fowler walks through to the other side of the portal, seeing Prime standing there, a serious expression hardening his face. His optics are fixated on the other two ‘Bots, though he gives Fowler a greeting.]
[Fowler looks up at the Autobots sternly, and speaks.] Prime, we need to have a talk. I understand things have gotten more chaotic since those portals began to open up, but you can’t just have strange ‘Bots [he hits that last word hard, and gestures to Drift and Perceptor] wandering about without informing me. Had they been seen by civilians, it could have been a disaster!
[He glances back at the two again.] It’s fortunate they had the sense to take alt modes to blend in here, and that they seemed to stay out of populated areas from what I can tell, but the point still stands. As your liaison, I need to be informed of these things, Prime! The United States government just can’t go cleaning up after every single incident, especially if we don’t even know it exists!
(Source: greatestamericanfowler)
“I am….” Tarantulas whispers softly. “The spawn of Unicron….”
[The mech whispers, almost conspiratorially, and Fowler raises both his brows. On the one hand, the mech is likely babbling drunk speak, but on the other Fowler wonders if there is truth to it. After all, the Unicron on Earth was capable of spawning smaller versions of himself.]
Is that right?
Tarantulas lets out a mad cackle of laughter as he flops back over. “I like you, can I have you for dinner?”
I don’t think we’re quite at that stage yet, so I’ll have to decline.
[He looks again at the mechs design, and wonders if it’s some sort of robotic and organic cross. He’s never seen one quite like it.]
[Fowler arches a brow.]
Who is this purple “fat ass” you speak of? And who are you?
[He sees the mech keel over and lay on his back, viewing Fowler upside down. Yep, this one is high as a kite, he thinks.]
“I AM NOT A PURPLE FAT ASS! I don’t even have an ass! I have a wheel for a butt!” Tarantulas struggles into a sitting position, sloshing high grade all over his chest.
[He’s mildly surprised by the drunk outburst, and instead of letting the mech on the other end have a piece of his mind, he let’s it slide. He’s not sure just where this ones allegiance lies yet.]
I see. So tell me, what is your designation?
[He’s not sure he’ll get anything out of this one. He’s currently drunker than Cooter Brown.]
“I am….” Tarantulas whispers softly. “The spawn of Unicron….”
[The mech whispers, almost conspiratorially, and Fowler raises both his brows. On the one hand, the mech is likely babbling drunk speak, but on the other Fowler wonders if there is truth to it. After all, the Unicron on Earth was capable of spawning smaller versions of himself.]
Is that right?
“I think I’ve seen you. Did you ever run around in a loincloth and almost get killed by a giant purple dinosaur?” Tarantulas continues to squint at the hominid suspiciously, slowly taking a sip from his cube of high grade.
[Fowler’s scowl further deepens and his eyes narrow.]
I can honestly say I’ve never done that.
[His comment is flat and dry, and when he sees the mech on the other end drink something he wonders if it’ some sort of mind altering substance.]
“Really? Well then, good for you. That purple fat ass was a jerk.” At this point Tarantulas has keeled over to the point he is laying on his back staring at the human upside down.
[Fowler arches a brow.]
Who is this purple “fat ass” you speak of? And who are you?
[He sees the mech keel over and lay on his back, viewing Fowler upside down. Yep, this one is high as a kite, he thinks.]
“I AM NOT A PURPLE FAT ASS! I don’t even have an ass! I have a wheel for a butt!” Tarantulas struggles into a sitting position, sloshing high grade all over his chest.
[He’s mildly surprised by the drunk outburst, and instead of letting the mech on the other end have a piece of his mind, he let’s it slide. He’s not sure just where this ones allegiance lies yet.]
I see. So tell me, what is your designation?
[He’s not sure he’ll get anything out of this one. He’s currently drunker than Cooter Brown.]