Payback. It's... got nothing on Ro-tor.

[namedbyothers]

Finally.

Things are back to normal.

*wince* Even if I, uh... I'm not sure I can move any more. *is out of a name*
 

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[insect_kickback]

*Kickback's wound up here by accident this time so it should be no surprise that his first comment is* ...what the slagging hell happened to you?

*as he then glares at his pinpoint*

[namedbyothers]

*Movor's dented, scraped and not a little surprised to see Kickback. He pulls himself up so he's not slumping against the console and stares at the Insecticon.* Ro-tor. Slag happened to you? *His voice is tired, and there's a trace of static around the edges.*

[insect_kickback]

*Kickback winces a little in sympathy* Ouch he musta been really peeved.

Oh me; I err, had an op go badly wrong. I pinpointed out in order not to get blown into a gazillion pieces only to wind up here. Why autobots have to be so self sacrificing I'll never know. *he shakes his head a little at that.*

*If Movor does look close enough he'll see Kickback's paint is scorched and flaking, his framework's dented; but he's still standing.*

[namedbyothers]

Yeah... I guess you could put it like that. *Movor's a little quiet there. And a little pleased-sounding.*

*He looks Kickback over.* Screwup, huh? And you figured this place was safer?

[insect_kickback]

*Kickback notices and quickly stops that particular train of thought before it leaves the station* Yeah I guess I could.

Yeah well we all have them at somepoint. At least all evidence got blown up along with the 'bot. Hah no I was trying to get somewhere else; I think my pinpoint likes playing tricks on me.

[namedbyothers]

He's way nastier than he looks. You forget 'cause he's kinda quiet, but...* Movor shrugs weakly, noticing the traces of blue and orange paint rubbed off on his armour.

*The shuttle-bot blinks.* So what, he was trying to take you out with him?

[insect_kickback]

Heh it's always the quiet ones you have to watch out for. *Kickback agrees deliberately not taking notice of the flecks of foreign paint on Movor's armour*

Yeah; I mean what is it with them? I mean comeon I've heard of people wanting to go out with a bang; but that was ridiculous.

[namedbyothers]

*Some of them are from being punched, but it's probably a smart move* Tell me about it.

You'd think there weren't any smarter options. But I guess you can't complain about them wanting to go extinct.

[insect_kickback]

I could; but I'd be here for half the day. *Kickback has a self-preservation instinct*

Yeah either that or it's an inherrant deformity in the processors. No I suppose i can't complain after all it makes my work easier.

[namedbyothers]

Yeah... *Movor stretches a bit and winces.* So you still have the co-ordinates for here stored?

[insect_kickback]

*Kickback's giving his pinpoint the evil optic at this point* Apparantly I do. *he shrugs* Never planned to wind up here this unexpectedly though.

[namedbyothers]

That's why it's unexpected. You realise that thing isn't gonna fall apart if you glare at it, right? You're not Scourge.

[insect_kickback]

Which is also why it's annoying.

Yeah I know it wont; but glaring at it is better than shouting at it.

[namedbyothers]

It's not so bad for some of us. You know, the guys who actually live here.

Yyyeah, you really don't want to risk getting Megatron's attention.

[insect_kickback]

Unfortunately I don't live here and I'm a hive bug if ya don't mind me saying so.

Nooooo I have some self-preservation instinct left. Though I swear I've been glitching recently; I'll have to get 'shell to check my CPU out when I get back.

By the way; anyone around here stupid or brave enough to test one of Bombshell's latest gadgets? He's been looking for a victim volunteer for a while now.

[namedbyothers]

Suit yourself.

*interested headtilt* Depends. What's it supposed to do?