Walkabout [Open]
WHO: Wheeljack and whoever wants to harass him say HI =3
WHAT: A restless engineer starts learning his way around the city.
WHERE: Mostly between Levels 3-5, but he's coming from the bank initially, plus he'll want to see the sun and all so . . . possible to encounter him up there too. Or . . . below - he could have gotten turned around and lost. ( Read more... )
WHAT: A restless engineer starts learning his way around the city.
WHERE: Mostly between Levels 3-5, but he's coming from the bank initially, plus he'll want to see the sun and all so . . . possible to encounter him up there too. Or . . . below - he could have gotten turned around and lost. ( Read more... )
Oops, Minibot with an attitude. And a weapon. Never a good combination. Unless they were fighting 'Cons, then it could only help. Well . . . most of the time. There was a reason Cliffjumper, for one, was one of those most often in the med-bay out of all of the Ark crew.
Driving in alt-mode, Wheeljack braked to a stop while still a ways down the street, uncertain about interrupting the scene before him. Only belatedly did he get a good look at the faceplate of the diminutive femme. ...not a femme! Or not a mechanoid one, anyway - that was a human face behind the transparent shield. Some kind of heavy, robotic protective casing, then? The engineer in him itched for a closer look - he'd never seen or even heard of human powered armor before - but the Autobot in him . . . was insisting he step in and try to find a peaceful resolution to the situation.
The Autobot won. As was only right. Plus he might still get a take a peek at the thing after.
Cycling a heavy intake of air, he transformed back to root-mode and approached stopping close enough to be friendly and far enough back to (hopefully) not come across as a threat. Empty hands where they could be easily seen, his gaze bounced between the armored human and the storefront as he spoke.
"Hi. Somethin' I can help with, maybe?"
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"Depends if you've got a weapon."
And...having no principles whatsoever would help, too.
"Jerkball in there ripped me off. NO ONE rips me off! And I even actually PAID for that game. With REAL MONEY!!!"
Next time? She's totally pirating it. Yarrrr.
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Paying money for goods? Even after the year-and-a-half or so that he'd been on Earth - and conscious - that's almost a foreign concept to him. It'd just been SO. LONG. He mentally shakes the thought from his mind.
"Well, yeah, I hear ya. If I was them, though, not sure I'd be wantin' ta come out either, even with a legit copy, not with a weapon pointed at me by an upset, snarly customer. How 'bout goin' in an' gettin' the game, an' have 'em demonstrate right there that it's a good copy. I'll go in with ya if that'd help."
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"You want me to go into a confined space, through the fatal funnel of a doorway. With no backup."
Sure, here her antire back was exposed, but, yeah there are only about...six mechs in the city who'd actually try to take advantage of that.
"Better idea. Why don't you go in there and get it, Mr McHelpfulpants."
She'll just stay here aiming at the window. Hey, according to her, blowing the place and then searching the rubble for the game is a better tactic, but...she understands that the Wreckers' ways are...a little hard to understand to the 'norms'.
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He shrugged as nonchalantly as he could manage, considering the position he'd just walked himself into. One'a these days I'll learn better. Just apparently today isn't it... "Sure . . . s'long as ya promise not ta shoot me in the process."
Before she could reply, or he could change his mind, he turned and slipped in the door, looking for the clerk or shop owner.
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"Hey! I don't shoot Autobots, give me that much credit?" Sure, she was no Perceptor, but from this range?
She waited till he disappeared, and then yelled, "MAKE SURE IT'S PLATINUM EXTREME!!!"
Thank yous will wait till she has some sweet, sweet Robot Unicorn justice.
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She had some scruples. Good. The Autobot hadn't been at all sure, not so much that she'd miss and hit him by accident, but shoot through him on purpose if she felt the need to, to get at her targets. But she recognized his Autobrand and it seemed to mean something to her.
Hey, he'd take what advantages he could get.
He slipped inside, located the shop owner, got the game . . . made the owner prove to him it was what it was supposed to be, and emerged once more a while later, game disk in his carefully-curled hand. Crossing to the armored human, he crouched down on a knee and offered the disk to her. "Here ya go."
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