Just be pretty but naïve; anything you hear is what you believe. [OPEN]
Characters: UT Optimus Prime
Content: He has arrived, and he is confused?
Location: Iacon.
Time of day: Mid-morning.
Warnings: A good Prime with red optics?
Status: (Active/Finished?) Active - open.
( let the rhyme get stuck in your head )
Content: He has arrived, and he is confused?
Location: Iacon.
Time of day: Mid-morning.
Warnings: A good Prime with red optics?
Status: (Active/Finished?) Active - open.
( let the rhyme get stuck in your head )
The dinobot startled as a voice rang through his comm, a loud growl bubbling in his vocal processor as he stomped hard at the ground, sending a few glitchmice scattering.
"Opty-moose," he snarled, tossing his head as he accessed his scanners and sought out the location of the other. "No stay here! Not allowed!" Slag immediately set off to find the intruder, completely unaware of that fact that, had he been paying attention and not getting angry, he would have found that the spark signature attached to Optimus was not familiar really.
But, it really didn't matter. They had said 'Optimus' and there was no stopping the tricerabot now.
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Why was there a triceratops charging him? Certainly, it wasn't just ambling up to him to greet him good day, not at that speed...
A decidedly unhappy but somewhat muffled noise later, and the Prime had shifted into his ready position. Ramming Megatron and flipping him onto his side was easy enough to do, but even Optimus couldn't find it in himself to be optimistic about this outcome. What had he done to provoke this being, and on top of that, were they even sentient? This place was trying to make him glitch hard enough to make him think he was the leader of the Decepticons!
Best to try the comm again, and see if this tricera-bot (?) would respond to that.
> What is the meaning of this attack! Are you Decepticon or Autobot?Even as he accessed the frequency, Optimus' optics focused on the two larger ( ... )
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Finally something seemed to register in that tiny brain of Slag's, something that told him this wasn't the Optimus he was use to terrorizing and he hit the brakes, so to speak. The tricerabot screeched to a halt, his fore-legs moving rapidly to slow himself down as he pushed most of his weight backwards, Slag sliding sideways a bit before he finally stopped. Flames licked at his nostrils as he let out a loud snort, tossing his head some as he righted his position and eyed the Optimus wanna-be.
"Who you?" he growled, tail slamming against the ground in irritation as he lowered his head, horns glowing faintly. "You not Opty-moose! Who you? Why you use Opty-moose name?"
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Rattrap was starting to think he couldn't have picked a worse place to pop out. Of all the little pathways to take, he managed to find the one with the giant ... truck thing and a slagging dinosaur. He always hated dinosaurs.
'But jeez', he thought to himself, 'They sure been growin'm big back home ain't they?' Last time he was on Cybertron, they were in an energon shortage and downsizing bodies for preservation. And now, here he is, back in whatever timeline Primus decided to throw his little body this time with a pitfallen Godzilla.
Rattrap pressed his back into the building he had just emerged from, listening in. 'Opty-moose'? Who the slag is Opty-mo--'. He stopped ( ... )
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Slowing.
Slowing down was definitely good for Optimus' condition. At least with the strange Cybertronian slowing down. Dinobot? Had this mech introduced himself and given his forge a name? He was unfamiliar with anything that called itself a 'Dinobot.' And though nothing spoke of this particular being's level of intelligence, everything about him radiated power. While those horns were nothing to scoff at to begin with - were they glowing? And why? Not to mention there were flames coming out of him...
Whoever designed this 'Slag' had a wicked sense of humor.
While this Dinobot had indeed stopped his charge, there was nothing about him that showed that he was calming down. At all. If anything, he looked even more irritated while asking Optimus why he was.. using the name Optimus. Indeed, this place was truly confusing.
Straightening himself, the Prime did not drop his guard; even this close, those horns had a chance of harming him. Best to try to explain himself. "I am Optimus, Prime and leader of the ( ... )
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The whole situation frankly had Drift more than a little confused.
Oh, it wasn't the first time he'd woken up in an untidy sprawl in the middle of an alley after not having any recollection how he'd gotten there in the first place. Of course, all those times had happened back when he'd still been Deadlock, and usually after a victory celebration, and Drift 1) wasn't that mech any longer, and 2) didn't recall anything to really be celebrating like that about, even if he were given to such excess any longer. Which he wasn't.
It was, however, the first time he ever recalled waking up on a whole other planet than the one he'd last remembered being on before his memories just... ceased. The Cybertron he last recalled was dark, desolate, more than ( ... )
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Rattrap gulped and dropped a bit lower into his hiding spot, briefly feeling several sets of optics looking towards him. Last thing he wanted to do was get caught by Super Ninja Boy if those swords told him anything of what this particular mech was built for.
Aw slag.
Rattrap tried to listen into the conversation without revealing himself location. It wasn't hard, seeing as everyone keeps yelling everything.
'Wheeljack make Dinobots!' Wheeljack...? Rattrap thought hard to remember. Oh right, ain't he that batslagged scientist that died in the Great War? He was never much on remembering history. But it'd sure explain the Dinobot he knew's lovely grating personality.
And Rattrap really wished the new guy wouldn't stand so close to his hidey-hole, it was really attracting the crazed Godzilla.
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Who was Slag talking about; not Wheeljack, not the one he knew. Optimus wasn't certain the mech knew how to put together more than a grudge, and here stood a perfectly functioning Cybertronian claiming Wheeljack to be his creator. And had Slag just insulted him ( ... )
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"And, I have to say, uhh... Optimus," Drift added, glancing sidelong at the familiar-but-not-"correct" 'bot while still watching Slag, "that mechs have a right to defend their home. Can't say that I'd be all that pleased of, say, the little guy hiding in the junk here were to come waltzing through my berthing, if I'd picked one out. Not without invitation, anyway."
"And, yeah, maybe Slag here has picked out a big, rather public chunk of Cybertron to claim as his own, but there doesn't seem to be anyone around to take exception to that, except you." Unspoken: And you're not my Optimus Prime. Not that Drift had followed Optimus Prime all that assiduously, that was. He'd followed Kup. Well, and Perceptor, but ( ... )
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Rattrap really hated this guy.
The rage from the dinosaur was annoyingly troublesome. Godzilla appeared to be ready to wring the neck of every one of these mechs, and slag it, it looks like he could do it. Rattrap faltered as Drift subtly addressed him, the idea of bolting quickly becoming an option.
But if he ran, he'll attract Bowser
Or RobotSamurai
Or Optimus Not-Monkeyimus Prime.
Rattrap griped to himself before settling down deeper into his hiding spot. Damn that Drift guy.
Slag him.
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Aw, slag. Aw Slag, even. This Optimus hadn't really made a great impression upon Drift so far, but he was still an Autobot, and Drift couldn't let Slag just run him down.
"Hey! HEY!" Drift yelled as he sprinted for Slag's nose. He'd once seen a Tyrethian Matador distract a massive Reptibull by smacking it on the nose and then dodging to the side. Hopefully a similar tactic will work on Slag, and, better yet, work without getting Drift mowed down in the Prime's place.
"Big lug!" he yelled as he swiftly dashed between Slaf and Prime, thwapping Slag across the nose with one outstretched hand. "How about you pick on someone your own size?!"
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First and foremost, it surprised Slag. He hadn't been expecting Drift to get involved nor had he expected the slap to his nose. The tricerabot's charge faltered some as he swung to the side a bit shaking his head. It took a moment for him to collect himself almost before the dinobot let out an angry snarl and slammed a foot into the ground and kicked back, blazing optics on the mech that had assaulted him.
Optimus had done something to tick him off? Say what no?
Considering he had the attention span of a goldfish, Slag had completely forgotten about 'Opty-moose' and charged at the swordsmech now, veering away from the other two mechs, intent on running Drift through now.
Wherever Drift ran now, Slag was definitely going to follow.
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Godzilla looked somehow even more pissed, but was at least set on chasing down Rambo; for that, Rattrap was grateful.
He glanced around, eying up his surroundings and any potential exits. With the two Big Problems hellbent on scrapping each other... Rattrap had one clear exit. "These guys look like they can handle himself just fine." He transformed, gray fur blending with the metal surrounding him, and disappeared into the rubble.
Into safety, away from these crazy mechs at least.
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No... actually, he was still having fun, just not quite the same type of fun as facing off the swarm with Perceptor backing him up. For one thing, Slag was actually smarter than the Insecticons. Marginally. For the most part.
For another, the object was to eventually calm Slag down, not kill him. So, step one: distract him - Accomplished. Step two: wear him down some. Dr4ift turned down a side street and sprinted off. Maybe a few laps around the city would wear Slag down enough to be reasoned with?
Worth a shot!
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