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[corruptedhope]

*Rodimus Void is not a happy Herald. He's been chibified, denied his victory, humiliated, stuck in a jar on a shelf in a storage closet, and did we mention chibified? Life is not a happy place for him.

Not that he doesn't deserve it, of course.*

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[apprentice_lurk]

*comes wandering around the corner, Decepticon sigils scratched from her paintjob and all-in-all looking rather annoyed with the world in general. As she passes Void's closet it occurs to her that, well, if she can't do anything about today's crisis, she might as well check up in the instigator of the last one.

'Boots stomps over tp the closet, opens the door, and boggles at Sideways fr all of two seconds before finding her voice* And what do you think you're doing?

[cideways]

*Sideways looks over at Dreadboots, then to the Void-in-a-jar, then back to Dreadboots.* Seeing for myself the "fearsome" one who was going toe-to-toe with Galvatron...

*He looks at Dreadboots innocently, then glances at the scratched off Decepticon sigils. His Autobrands are as bright and glossy as ever.* Is something wrong, ma'am?

[apprentice_lurk]

You're hanging around in a storage closet with someone who'd happily rip your head off if he wasn't barely knee high. *folds her arms, wings mantling slightly* Name and rank, Autobot.

[cideways]

*Sideway's door-wings curl back. He's torn between chastising this Sweep-thing for asking anything of him, as she is a Decepticon, and just answering the question. Then again, he doesn't know how much they know about the situation in Void's universe.*

[s. comm: Rodimus Void]Do they know the name of Sideways?

*to Dreadboots* Since when does a Decepticon have the right to ask that of me?

[apprentice_lurk]

*draws her wings back, bristling at the tone as well as the words* I am not a Decepticon, and I have every right to ask what you're doing hanging around that one. *jerks her head sharply at Void, optics narrowed* When he's concerned I have every right to do whatever I think is necessary, authority and faction bedamned.

[corruptedhope]

//I'm not sure, but make something up anyway. It doesn't matter what.//

*Void pounds on the glass and snarls at them*

[apprentice_lurk]

*...and Dreadboots, with the mood she's in, snarls right back with optics lit and wings up. Not Happy with Void, oh no.*

[cideways]

*With a heroic effort, Sideways bites his tongue to keep from replying with the first thing that occurs to him. Instead he smiles more pleasantly at 'Boots.* Oh, you decided to get out of that sinking ship while the getting was good? Smart thinking.

*He holds out his hand.* Sideshot, SpecOps member.

[apprentice_lurk]

*still glaring, though she'd argue that was just a leftover from growling at the little Heraldling if she had to... She gives the Delorian a suspicious look and takes his hand, a little more roughly than she might otherwise have done*

Dreadboots, ex-Decepticon grunt. *saying nothing about the Unicronians if she can help it...* When'd you turn up?

*she's undercover. She can be blunt if she wants*

[cideways]

Two days ago. *He shakes her hand, then releases it.* Been getting my bearings with this planet. It's an... interesting place.

*He continues to smile, blue optics bright and friendly.*

(( And Metroplex, he shows up as an Autobot Delorean on your sensors and anyone else's, but he didn't come in through the front gate. As near as can be told, he walked through one of the internal walls. ))

[apprentice_lurk]

Compared to where? If you're stuck on it the place is boring as hell. *doesn't look any more friendly, however sweetly he smiles*

[cideways]

*Sideways tilts his head slightly.* Really? I usually find places more interesting when I'm trapped there.

[apprentice_lurk]

Anywhere you can't leave gets really old really fast. Pretty much by definition.

[cideways]

Only if you let it. *He shrugs slightly.* Then again, I'm often told that I'm rather strange.

[apprentice_lurk]

I wouldn't know. You've only just turned up.

[cideways]

Indeed. *He glances at her scratched-off Decepticon sigils again, but says nothing.*