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So we're orbitting Prime's Earth right around now. I think we're over...Asia. I'd forgotten what it looked like before we razed the place. The Great Wall's still there; that's so weird.
Haven't been back to that weird Nexus place, but I found Scourge again. Little scrap's been hiding out over near Charr, too yellow to make contact with the Decepticons and too cowardly to come back to me. We caught him stealing supplies off some abandoned smuggler's base.
Heh. And then the little Sweepette from Prime's world stepped in and things got interesting.
Scourge: *munches fried Aliya* *wants some?*
Dreadboots: *thanks, but I kind of like watching them wriggle.*
Scourge: *more for me!* *eats more*
Dreadboots: *thinks he could do with all the things-to-eat he can get* *...eyes Void speculatively*
Rodimus Void: ...what?
Scourge: *oops, that one was still alive* *eh, whatever* *munch&
Dreadboots: Just wondering how you'd look as a Happy Meal. *sweet, sweet smile*
Rodimus Void: Not very happy. *eyes Scourge* How is he eating that stuff? *and how did the universes get smushed?*
Dreadboots: Funny what you'll eat when you're starving, huh? *thin-opticed glare*
Dreadboots: *doesn't care, really, so long as she gets a chance to thump Void*
Rodimus Void: You'd think there's be limits. Ew. *not a chance*
Dreadboots: Tell you what. How about we stick you in a cage, don't give you anything to eat, then see what you'll do for energy? That ought to be fun.
Rodimus Void: He's still walking around, isn't he? Primus, go start a Sweep Protection Shelter or whatever.
Dreadboots: Oh, but just smashing you would feel so much better. *nasty grin*
Rodimus Void: I don't see your problem. I could have killed him.
Dreadboots: You could have left him alone.
Rodimus Void: He would have run to the Decepticons. Or the Autobots. And he was useful enough.
Dreadboots: Gee, and you woner why people don't like you. *sneers*
Rodimus Void: He had information. I needed it. Simple equation.
Dreadboots: Diplomacy really isn't your strong suit, is it? If you have one other than brute-force-and-torture, that is.
Rodimus Void: I use what works.
Dreadboots: Or who, right?
Rodimus Void: Scourge was smart; he let things drop quick enough.After that, all I needed was to show him who was in command.
Dreadboots: Galvatron did that better than you ever could.
Rodimus Void: Gotta wonder why I'm the one walking arouind and he's the one with his head on the shelf, hm?
Dreadboots: Because you got perverted into something that's not one or the other. You're a mongrel that wasn't supposed to exhist.
Rodimus Void: Well, I do. And I took on both armies at once and your precious Scourge is lucky to be alive.
Dreadboots: Y'know, I can't wait until you meet my Unicronians and you get your arrogant bastard aft kicked.
Rodimus Void: I did, remember? Cyclonus has to ally himself with the Autobots and Scourge is eating scraps.
Dreadboots: My Unicronians, you moron, not this 'verse's version of them. *tilts her head at him, smiling wider* My Galvatron can kick your skid from here to Pluto without even trying.
Rodimus Void: Yeah, sure, whatever. *smirks and kicks Scourge* When they get here, call me.
Dreadboots: *snarls* When they get here, you'll be dead before I boot up my comm.
Scourge: *whimpers*
Rodimus Void: We'll see, Sweepette.
Dreadboots: My name is Dreadboots. *hands on hips, glaring at him, lip curling* You, on the other hand, can call me Commodore.
Rodimus Void: *evil laugh* Commodore of what?
Dreadboots: Commodore of kicking your arse, if I get half a chance.
Rodimus Void: *practically falls over laughing*
Scourge: *shiver*
Dreadboots: *legs akimbo, wings flaring wide, stares him down until he's quite finished* When you're done makig an idiot of yourself-?
Rodimus Void: I'm just letting you do the same. *glares at Scourge, who comes skittering to his side*
Dreadboots: Sounds like you've had a heck of a head start.
Rodimus Void: I could kill you if I wanted. *grabs Scourge by the neck* I could kill him. You want that, hm? *smirk*
Dreadboots: *optics burn, fists clenching* You bloody dare lay a hand on him again and I'll rip you into confetti.
Rodimus Void: *watches Scourge squrim, but not resist* He's not even yours.
Dreadboots: He's mine all right. He sure as hell isn't yours.
Rodimus Void: *eyes Scourge contemplatively* We can make a deal. Something of yours for something of mine.
Dreadboots: Screw you. You're not getting the Matrix, for one thing, and for anohter we don;t have anything of yours.
Rodimus Void: Scourge is mine. Let's see. *eyes Dreadboots* Trade you. Your wings, for his life and freedom.
Dreadboots: *blinks* That's it? What's the catch?
Rodimus Void: No catch. I don't need him anymore.
Dreadboots: The hell I'm going to believe that. You bug him, you hurt him, you do anything like something underhand, you;'re going to get half the multiverse down on your head.
Rodimus Void: *tightens his grip, making Scourge look at her with pleading optics* So your pretty wings are worth more than his life?
Dreadboots: This has bugger-all to do with my wings and you know it. It's about you being a sneaky bastard.
Rodimus Void: *smirks, laying one hand on Scourge's wing* So you want a catch. The catch is that I keep your wings--and his. The rest of him, all yours. And alive.
Dreadboots: Never said I wanted one, but it looks like I'm getting one anyway. *squares her shoulders* Okay, fine. You get your kicks from severed wings, but only if someone uninvolved who knows what they're doing removes them.
Rodimus Void: I know what I'm doing. *gives one strong tug to Scourge's wing. Scourge screams in agony as it comes off* One more to go, Sweep boy.
Dreadboots: *has a wrist laser jammed under his chin in record time* Let. Go. Now.
Rodimus Void: *stares at it like it's a popgun* All right, if you want to be like that. *shoves Scourge at her, bleeding and shaking* But I want the other three. Pay up soon or I'll come collect myself.
Dreadboots: *catches him, automatically holding him tight* What, yu want a pretty ribbon and a bow as well> Fine.
Rodimus Void: *grin* You're an honorable 'con. You'll respect the terms. *wipes his hands off* And no painkillers when you do it. Trust me, I'll know. *a twisted herald knows these things*
Dreadboots: So no aspirin or paracetamol. Got it. *wings mantle reflexively around Scourge* Anything else, y'perverted psychopath?
Rodimus Void: Nope, I'm good* *evil ^_^*
Scourge: *clings*
Dreadboots: *arm round shoulder, arm round waist, half carries him off* Oh, go screw your second.
Rodimus Void: Maybe later. *waves airily and wanders off*
Dreadboots: *scowls and plods off to go find a medic*
Scourge: *whimpers* Thank you. I don't know why you did that. *hangs off her*
Dreadboots: Like I said, you're one of mine. Alternate or not. *practically carrying him now, it's easier*
Scourge: You are strange. *is flopping, literally. He's quit weak*
Dreadboots: Yup. Frequently, even. *...sod it; picks him up awkwardly and lifts off* SOrry if I hurt you, but I really don't want you bleeding to death... *worried look*
Scourge: *clings hard* I've lived through worse. Much worse.
Dreadboots: *bites lip* Hence why I don't want you getting stuck with any more. *holds close*
Scourge: *arms around her neck* Where are we going?
Dreadboots: Don't know where the 'Structies are, so we're off to find a medic. I'm on pretty good terms with the Autobot Prime where I come from, so.
Scourge: Your realm, again? *seems relieved*
Dreadboots: Yeah. Hopefully we can find 'Aid - the guy we saw last time, remember? I don't know any other medics. *hesitates, then hugs gently*
Scourge: *winces* And he won't ask why I'm being dragged back in so soon after leaving? Or who I am?
Dreadboots: He'll be worried, but he's a nice guy. *doesn't mention they might very well need him for the other three quarters of the deal*
Scourge: He'll ask questions--who did you say was in charge of your Autobots? *broken claws nearly tearing into her shoulder*
Dreadboots: *bites lip harder, but doesn't say anything* A newguy, sweet little kid.
Scourge: Sounds weak. *sadly, not harshly*
Dreadboots: Sounds it, yeah, but he can keep up with our Unicronians. *and that may be a teeny-tiny little grin in her voice there*
Scourge: Then my alternate must be just as weak as I am. Do I meet him? *and will there be bars between us?*
Scourge: The Prime, I mean.
Dreadboots: Probably not, no. *mostly because I don't want you having a nervous breakdown.* And there is nothing weak about my boss.
Scourge: I'll take your word on that, if your group pushed Unicron back. *probably will, upon seeing him*
Dreadboots: We-ell, Galvatron stood up to him first, then our Rodimus blew him up with the Matrix. It was kind of a joint effort. *which is why she's a little nervous about even that small mention*
Scourge: And then Galvatron slew Rodimus. *slight smile* I like this version.
Dreadboots: *well, actually...* *hesitates* It wasn't quite like that, but it's close.
Scourge: *eyes the ground* But the end result is the same, yes?
Dreadboots: More or less. *except for the killing part.*
Scourge: Good. *deep sigh*
Dreadboots: *is a little guilty over that, but. Wings fixing first, thankyou, nervous breakdowns later if at all.*
Scourge: *feels safe. Er.* And he will keep that bargain; he won't come for me again if he gets our wings.
Dreadboots: How do you know? ...And what is it with the wings, anyway?
Scourge: He has them. he'll feel what we felt before they were removed. All my pain, all your pain. He'd have done it to my corpse; now he gets two of us. It's entertainment to him.
Dreadboots: ...I was right, he's a pervert. *tch* What's wrong with TV?
Scourge: Not enough violence.
Dreadboots: He clearly needs Sky. Or a Quentin Tarantino box set or something.
Scourge: Better to have them than my dead body.
So I have one wing and I trust they'll be sending the other three over later. If not...eh, I need the exercise and I've been wanting to go see Roddy Prime again anyway. He's fun.
Haven't been back to that weird Nexus place, but I found Scourge again. Little scrap's been hiding out over near Charr, too yellow to make contact with the Decepticons and too cowardly to come back to me. We caught him stealing supplies off some abandoned smuggler's base.
Heh. And then the little Sweepette from Prime's world stepped in and things got interesting.
Scourge: *munches fried Aliya* *wants some?*
Dreadboots: *thanks, but I kind of like watching them wriggle.*
Scourge: *more for me!* *eats more*
Dreadboots: *thinks he could do with all the things-to-eat he can get* *...eyes Void speculatively*
Rodimus Void: ...what?
Scourge: *oops, that one was still alive* *eh, whatever* *munch&
Dreadboots: Just wondering how you'd look as a Happy Meal. *sweet, sweet smile*
Rodimus Void: Not very happy. *eyes Scourge* How is he eating that stuff? *and how did the universes get smushed?*
Dreadboots: Funny what you'll eat when you're starving, huh? *thin-opticed glare*
Dreadboots: *doesn't care, really, so long as she gets a chance to thump Void*
Rodimus Void: You'd think there's be limits. Ew. *not a chance*
Dreadboots: Tell you what. How about we stick you in a cage, don't give you anything to eat, then see what you'll do for energy? That ought to be fun.
Rodimus Void: He's still walking around, isn't he? Primus, go start a Sweep Protection Shelter or whatever.
Dreadboots: Oh, but just smashing you would feel so much better. *nasty grin*
Rodimus Void: I don't see your problem. I could have killed him.
Dreadboots: You could have left him alone.
Rodimus Void: He would have run to the Decepticons. Or the Autobots. And he was useful enough.
Dreadboots: Gee, and you woner why people don't like you. *sneers*
Rodimus Void: He had information. I needed it. Simple equation.
Dreadboots: Diplomacy really isn't your strong suit, is it? If you have one other than brute-force-and-torture, that is.
Rodimus Void: I use what works.
Dreadboots: Or who, right?
Rodimus Void: Scourge was smart; he let things drop quick enough.After that, all I needed was to show him who was in command.
Dreadboots: Galvatron did that better than you ever could.
Rodimus Void: Gotta wonder why I'm the one walking arouind and he's the one with his head on the shelf, hm?
Dreadboots: Because you got perverted into something that's not one or the other. You're a mongrel that wasn't supposed to exhist.
Rodimus Void: Well, I do. And I took on both armies at once and your precious Scourge is lucky to be alive.
Dreadboots: Y'know, I can't wait until you meet my Unicronians and you get your arrogant bastard aft kicked.
Rodimus Void: I did, remember? Cyclonus has to ally himself with the Autobots and Scourge is eating scraps.
Dreadboots: My Unicronians, you moron, not this 'verse's version of them. *tilts her head at him, smiling wider* My Galvatron can kick your skid from here to Pluto without even trying.
Rodimus Void: Yeah, sure, whatever. *smirks and kicks Scourge* When they get here, call me.
Dreadboots: *snarls* When they get here, you'll be dead before I boot up my comm.
Scourge: *whimpers*
Rodimus Void: We'll see, Sweepette.
Dreadboots: My name is Dreadboots. *hands on hips, glaring at him, lip curling* You, on the other hand, can call me Commodore.
Rodimus Void: *evil laugh* Commodore of what?
Dreadboots: Commodore of kicking your arse, if I get half a chance.
Rodimus Void: *practically falls over laughing*
Scourge: *shiver*
Dreadboots: *legs akimbo, wings flaring wide, stares him down until he's quite finished* When you're done makig an idiot of yourself-?
Rodimus Void: I'm just letting you do the same. *glares at Scourge, who comes skittering to his side*
Dreadboots: Sounds like you've had a heck of a head start.
Rodimus Void: I could kill you if I wanted. *grabs Scourge by the neck* I could kill him. You want that, hm? *smirk*
Dreadboots: *optics burn, fists clenching* You bloody dare lay a hand on him again and I'll rip you into confetti.
Rodimus Void: *watches Scourge squrim, but not resist* He's not even yours.
Dreadboots: He's mine all right. He sure as hell isn't yours.
Rodimus Void: *eyes Scourge contemplatively* We can make a deal. Something of yours for something of mine.
Dreadboots: Screw you. You're not getting the Matrix, for one thing, and for anohter we don;t have anything of yours.
Rodimus Void: Scourge is mine. Let's see. *eyes Dreadboots* Trade you. Your wings, for his life and freedom.
Dreadboots: *blinks* That's it? What's the catch?
Rodimus Void: No catch. I don't need him anymore.
Dreadboots: The hell I'm going to believe that. You bug him, you hurt him, you do anything like something underhand, you;'re going to get half the multiverse down on your head.
Rodimus Void: *tightens his grip, making Scourge look at her with pleading optics* So your pretty wings are worth more than his life?
Dreadboots: This has bugger-all to do with my wings and you know it. It's about you being a sneaky bastard.
Rodimus Void: *smirks, laying one hand on Scourge's wing* So you want a catch. The catch is that I keep your wings--and his. The rest of him, all yours. And alive.
Dreadboots: Never said I wanted one, but it looks like I'm getting one anyway. *squares her shoulders* Okay, fine. You get your kicks from severed wings, but only if someone uninvolved who knows what they're doing removes them.
Rodimus Void: I know what I'm doing. *gives one strong tug to Scourge's wing. Scourge screams in agony as it comes off* One more to go, Sweep boy.
Dreadboots: *has a wrist laser jammed under his chin in record time* Let. Go. Now.
Rodimus Void: *stares at it like it's a popgun* All right, if you want to be like that. *shoves Scourge at her, bleeding and shaking* But I want the other three. Pay up soon or I'll come collect myself.
Dreadboots: *catches him, automatically holding him tight* What, yu want a pretty ribbon and a bow as well> Fine.
Rodimus Void: *grin* You're an honorable 'con. You'll respect the terms. *wipes his hands off* And no painkillers when you do it. Trust me, I'll know. *a twisted herald knows these things*
Dreadboots: So no aspirin or paracetamol. Got it. *wings mantle reflexively around Scourge* Anything else, y'perverted psychopath?
Rodimus Void: Nope, I'm good* *evil ^_^*
Scourge: *clings*
Dreadboots: *arm round shoulder, arm round waist, half carries him off* Oh, go screw your second.
Rodimus Void: Maybe later. *waves airily and wanders off*
Dreadboots: *scowls and plods off to go find a medic*
Scourge: *whimpers* Thank you. I don't know why you did that. *hangs off her*
Dreadboots: Like I said, you're one of mine. Alternate or not. *practically carrying him now, it's easier*
Scourge: You are strange. *is flopping, literally. He's quit weak*
Dreadboots: Yup. Frequently, even. *...sod it; picks him up awkwardly and lifts off* SOrry if I hurt you, but I really don't want you bleeding to death... *worried look*
Scourge: *clings hard* I've lived through worse. Much worse.
Dreadboots: *bites lip* Hence why I don't want you getting stuck with any more. *holds close*
Scourge: *arms around her neck* Where are we going?
Dreadboots: Don't know where the 'Structies are, so we're off to find a medic. I'm on pretty good terms with the Autobot Prime where I come from, so.
Scourge: Your realm, again? *seems relieved*
Dreadboots: Yeah. Hopefully we can find 'Aid - the guy we saw last time, remember? I don't know any other medics. *hesitates, then hugs gently*
Scourge: *winces* And he won't ask why I'm being dragged back in so soon after leaving? Or who I am?
Dreadboots: He'll be worried, but he's a nice guy. *doesn't mention they might very well need him for the other three quarters of the deal*
Scourge: He'll ask questions--who did you say was in charge of your Autobots? *broken claws nearly tearing into her shoulder*
Dreadboots: *bites lip harder, but doesn't say anything* A newguy, sweet little kid.
Scourge: Sounds weak. *sadly, not harshly*
Dreadboots: Sounds it, yeah, but he can keep up with our Unicronians. *and that may be a teeny-tiny little grin in her voice there*
Scourge: Then my alternate must be just as weak as I am. Do I meet him? *and will there be bars between us?*
Scourge: The Prime, I mean.
Dreadboots: Probably not, no. *mostly because I don't want you having a nervous breakdown.* And there is nothing weak about my boss.
Scourge: I'll take your word on that, if your group pushed Unicron back. *probably will, upon seeing him*
Dreadboots: We-ell, Galvatron stood up to him first, then our Rodimus blew him up with the Matrix. It was kind of a joint effort. *which is why she's a little nervous about even that small mention*
Scourge: And then Galvatron slew Rodimus. *slight smile* I like this version.
Dreadboots: *well, actually...* *hesitates* It wasn't quite like that, but it's close.
Scourge: *eyes the ground* But the end result is the same, yes?
Dreadboots: More or less. *except for the killing part.*
Scourge: Good. *deep sigh*
Dreadboots: *is a little guilty over that, but. Wings fixing first, thankyou, nervous breakdowns later if at all.*
Scourge: *feels safe. Er.* And he will keep that bargain; he won't come for me again if he gets our wings.
Dreadboots: How do you know? ...And what is it with the wings, anyway?
Scourge: He has them. he'll feel what we felt before they were removed. All my pain, all your pain. He'd have done it to my corpse; now he gets two of us. It's entertainment to him.
Dreadboots: ...I was right, he's a pervert. *tch* What's wrong with TV?
Scourge: Not enough violence.
Dreadboots: He clearly needs Sky. Or a Quentin Tarantino box set or something.
Scourge: Better to have them than my dead body.
So I have one wing and I trust they'll be sending the other three over later. If not...eh, I need the exercise and I've been wanting to go see Roddy Prime again anyway. He's fun.