Nexus. Blackout's base. Dream come true? ((co-written with agent_skywarp))
Blackout: *drunk and kicking the couchbot as Requiem and Hormah try to figure out just what the slag is going on here*
Requiem: *calls Skywarp*
Skywarp: *sneaks in and watches for ten seconds* Yeah, I see the problem. She's cratered.
Hormah: *ducks a flying boulder stool* Well do somet'in', b'y!
Skywarp: I'm better at getting people more drunk. *shrugs and calls over* Blackout!
Blackout: *pauses to give him a very hostile look* Get out.
Requiem: :o
Skywarp: Make me.
Hormah: *softly* She keeps up like t'is 'n she'll be #@%#@$# rippin' somet'in loose....
Blackout: *roars and flings the big rock she'd used for a desk at Skywarp*
Skywarp: *ducks and charges for a tackle*
Blackout: *sees him coming even in her overcharged and enraged state and takes aim* *BOOOM*
Skywarp: *lands on aft* Slag. *takes off to hover overhead* You know, your aim actually gets better when you're drunk?
Blackout: *just charges her gun again and takes another swing at him with a very big fist*
Skywarp: *out of reach, nyahahah* *takes a shot aimed to disable her gun*
Blackout: *roar of anger, and suddenly Hormah realizes just why her creator never cares about her use of explicatives.*
Hormah: *takes notes despite her anxiety*
Requiem: *tries for a tackle himself and gets busted right out the front door*
Skywarp: *lowly, almost soothingly, just that bit mockingly* Come on, then.
Blackout: *growls a last curse and lunges* *there's a groan of tortured metal ripping*
Hormah: *Beeps with horror* Boss!
Blackout: *down on one knee blinking at the puddle on the floor*
Skywarp: *optics narrow, and he lands, watching for any attack as he approaches*
Blackout: *puts hand down to support herself, her face turning toward Hormah's beeping as she gives the rookie a confused look*
Skywarp: *reaches her, scanning for the damage* Now what have you done to yourself?
Blackout: Ripped... a major coolant line. *flinches away from him, trying to scowl*
Skywarp: Then let Hormah repair it.
Blackout: *looking at him as though trying to figure something out, not noticing the steady leak, or the flare of light from her chest*
Skywarp: *takes that as agreement and nods at Hormah* You know her shell better than I do.
Hormah: She's shocky. Help me git 'er on t' bed. *nods to the sand pile*
Skywarp: *gives a nod and helps to lift*
Blackout: *muttering* I'd never be an... Autobot. Never.... MY Nexus....
Hormah: *getting her settled and then grabbing tools from Scarecrow* Sure, Boss.
Skywarp: What is she talking about?
Hormah: *busy sealing off tubes and firing up the welder* No idea, b'y.
Blackout: *blinking, one hand going to her chest* Ow....
Hormah: *looks up* Oh $#%$@#%$#! *holds out hand* Gimme t' wire off t'at machine t'ere!
Skywarp: *retrieves it for her, peering at her work as he hands it over*
Hormah: *fiercely deedlebeeping something about giving yourself a spark attack as she hooks up the spark booster*
Blackout: *zoning out*
Skywarp: *still hovering* *will wait until Blackout is stable before trying to get anything out of her*
*moments pass, and then Hormah finally stops her quick movements and turns her attention to cleaning up her creator's bed and turning on the heater in it*
Skywarp: *pokes Blackout*
Blackout: Hrmph? *turns and looks at him groggily, feeling sick to her tank*
Skywarp: What were you rambling about?
Blackout: *frown* ...What?
Skywarp: About not being an Autobot, or something.
Blackout: *blinks, and then relates the conversation she had with Rollbar, her fist clenching again in anger*
Skywarp: Huh. *considers* You should have belted him. But I can't exactly deny that the place does things to your processor...
Blackout: *too tired and sore for pride* *quietly* I'm tired, Skywarp. This place lets me disapear and rest. *her optics go to the door, where Requiem is hovering* And these canyons are so beautiful.
Skywarp: It's almost too good to be true. *shrug* I don't know what your friends were thinking. All I know is what I've seen... and that nothing comes without a price.
Blackout: Like my pride. *shutters optics for a moment, not paying attention to the rookies sneaking away and taking the couch with them*
Skywarp: Pride isn't an expendable component, in the long run.
Blackout: ...If that's what feeling drunk is like I'm never doing it again.
Skywarp: It has its uses when you can afford it. *distant for a moment, then shakes his head and studies her again*
Blackout: *gets a hand to obey her and cautiously pats the sand next to her, asking if he'll sit*
Skywarp: *nods slightly and settles next to her* So that's why you're tanked up on high-grade.
Blackout: Yeah.
Skywarp: What did you drink? *wondering what her tolerance is like*
Blackout: *names a drink infamous for occasionally knocking mechs offline*
Skywarp: ...Want me to shoot you now and save you the trouble later?
Blackout: ...Two of them. *looks at him thoughtfully, feeling her guns rusting from lack of use and wishing she had the oomph to play* No, but I want you to snuggle. *realizes what she said and winces, her faceplate heating*
Skywarp: *considers, drawing it out that bit longer than necessary* Snuggle?
Blackout: *turns head away, grumbling at how slowly she's moving* Never mind.
Skywarp: Why? *leaning into her, the git*
Blackout: *trying to process around the weariness and the pain override and the last of the overcharge* *try try try* *distracted by that leaning*
Skywarp: *leaaan*
Blackout: .... *hand moves to gently poke him in the side*
Skywarp: *not going anywhere*
Blackout: *poke turns into an affectionate pat, and then she turns to face him again as she slips her arm around him* Because I want you to.
Skywarp: *optics brighten* Are you sure about that?
Blackout: *growls and tightens her grip* I say what I mean. *except when she's cursing her minions*
Skywarp: *dry* Easy for you to say. You know what you're getting into. *he's not struggling as he looks up at her, though*
Blackout: Right now I barely know my fuel port from my air intakes. *gently rubs his side*
Skywarp: So when you come to your senses I get slagged, hm? *optics dimming: that feels good* *he's tempted*
Blackout: *her voice a soft, feminine rumble* No. You only get slagged after I'm strong enough for a decent fire fight. *fingers find a scar and trace it*
Skywarp: On your word as a Decepticon? *smirk*
Blackout: *relaxing but still holding on* I promise. Your guns are mine.
Skywarp: *chuckle* I'll take a chance on that.
Blackout: *tries to sit up a little so that she can reach him with the other hand too, but falls back with a beep of pain*
Skywarp: You don't have to pin me down, you know. I'm staying.
Blackout: *blinking* ...Help me turn.
Skywarp: Which way?
Blackout: ...Toward you. *frowns at him*
Skywarp: *chuckles and gets up to help shift her*
Blackout: *takes a moment to recover as he pushes the sand up to support her, then reaches for him with both arms*
Skywarp: *pauses for a moment, then joins her*
Blackout: *pulls him close and nuzzles his helm as she remembers the dreams. One hand goes to his back and rubs* Better
Skywarp: *unlike her, doesn't have much experience of the other's sensitive spots, and has to find that out for himself* *running one hand around her side, making a note of any damaged spots*
Blackout: *winces and pulls his hand away, rumbling.*
Skywarp: What?
Blackout: Hurts. *her fingers find the base of his wings*
Skywarp: *shivers* *reaches for a different spot*
Blackout: *settles down, her cheek on his head as she listens to him run. But then she flinches again. She's so overcharged that even normal stuff can hurt now, despite the overrides* *doesn't say anything, though, and is gradually relaxing as her systems process the high grade fuel*
Skywarp: *suspects she's too damaged and tired to do much now, but time invested will surely pay off later* *still seeking sensitive areas and cracks*
Blackout: *rumbles as he finds the scar that's been driving her nearly as glitchy as Rollbar's words did, then sighs and nuzzles him again, her engine starting to slow* Hmmm, good.
Skywarp: *murmurs in her audio* This is nothing yet.
Blackout: *softly* Wait till I can give a decent kiss.... *fingers trail in a line of gentle pokes down his back, half tickling him*
Skywarp: *of course, she's already decided she's interested* Hmmm...
Blackout: *blinks as her fingers still, and then she's peacefully passed out still hugging him close*
Requiem: *calls Skywarp*
Skywarp: *sneaks in and watches for ten seconds* Yeah, I see the problem. She's cratered.
Hormah: *ducks a flying boulder stool* Well do somet'in', b'y!
Skywarp: I'm better at getting people more drunk. *shrugs and calls over* Blackout!
Blackout: *pauses to give him a very hostile look* Get out.
Requiem: :o
Skywarp: Make me.
Hormah: *softly* She keeps up like t'is 'n she'll be #@%#@$# rippin' somet'in loose....
Blackout: *roars and flings the big rock she'd used for a desk at Skywarp*
Skywarp: *ducks and charges for a tackle*
Blackout: *sees him coming even in her overcharged and enraged state and takes aim* *BOOOM*
Skywarp: *lands on aft* Slag. *takes off to hover overhead* You know, your aim actually gets better when you're drunk?
Blackout: *just charges her gun again and takes another swing at him with a very big fist*
Skywarp: *out of reach, nyahahah* *takes a shot aimed to disable her gun*
Blackout: *roar of anger, and suddenly Hormah realizes just why her creator never cares about her use of explicatives.*
Hormah: *takes notes despite her anxiety*
Requiem: *tries for a tackle himself and gets busted right out the front door*
Skywarp: *lowly, almost soothingly, just that bit mockingly* Come on, then.
Blackout: *growls a last curse and lunges* *there's a groan of tortured metal ripping*
Hormah: *Beeps with horror* Boss!
Blackout: *down on one knee blinking at the puddle on the floor*
Skywarp: *optics narrow, and he lands, watching for any attack as he approaches*
Blackout: *puts hand down to support herself, her face turning toward Hormah's beeping as she gives the rookie a confused look*
Skywarp: *reaches her, scanning for the damage* Now what have you done to yourself?
Blackout: Ripped... a major coolant line. *flinches away from him, trying to scowl*
Skywarp: Then let Hormah repair it.
Blackout: *looking at him as though trying to figure something out, not noticing the steady leak, or the flare of light from her chest*
Skywarp: *takes that as agreement and nods at Hormah* You know her shell better than I do.
Hormah: She's shocky. Help me git 'er on t' bed. *nods to the sand pile*
Skywarp: *gives a nod and helps to lift*
Blackout: *muttering* I'd never be an... Autobot. Never.... MY Nexus....
Hormah: *getting her settled and then grabbing tools from Scarecrow* Sure, Boss.
Skywarp: What is she talking about?
Hormah: *busy sealing off tubes and firing up the welder* No idea, b'y.
Blackout: *blinking, one hand going to her chest* Ow....
Hormah: *looks up* Oh $#%$@#%$#! *holds out hand* Gimme t' wire off t'at machine t'ere!
Skywarp: *retrieves it for her, peering at her work as he hands it over*
Hormah: *fiercely deedlebeeping something about giving yourself a spark attack as she hooks up the spark booster*
Blackout: *zoning out*
Skywarp: *still hovering* *will wait until Blackout is stable before trying to get anything out of her*
*moments pass, and then Hormah finally stops her quick movements and turns her attention to cleaning up her creator's bed and turning on the heater in it*
Skywarp: *pokes Blackout*
Blackout: Hrmph? *turns and looks at him groggily, feeling sick to her tank*
Skywarp: What were you rambling about?
Blackout: *frown* ...What?
Skywarp: About not being an Autobot, or something.
Blackout: *blinks, and then relates the conversation she had with Rollbar, her fist clenching again in anger*
Skywarp: Huh. *considers* You should have belted him. But I can't exactly deny that the place does things to your processor...
Blackout: *too tired and sore for pride* *quietly* I'm tired, Skywarp. This place lets me disapear and rest. *her optics go to the door, where Requiem is hovering* And these canyons are so beautiful.
Skywarp: It's almost too good to be true. *shrug* I don't know what your friends were thinking. All I know is what I've seen... and that nothing comes without a price.
Blackout: Like my pride. *shutters optics for a moment, not paying attention to the rookies sneaking away and taking the couch with them*
Skywarp: Pride isn't an expendable component, in the long run.
Blackout: ...If that's what feeling drunk is like I'm never doing it again.
Skywarp: It has its uses when you can afford it. *distant for a moment, then shakes his head and studies her again*
Blackout: *gets a hand to obey her and cautiously pats the sand next to her, asking if he'll sit*
Skywarp: *nods slightly and settles next to her* So that's why you're tanked up on high-grade.
Blackout: Yeah.
Skywarp: What did you drink? *wondering what her tolerance is like*
Blackout: *names a drink infamous for occasionally knocking mechs offline*
Skywarp: ...Want me to shoot you now and save you the trouble later?
Blackout: ...Two of them. *looks at him thoughtfully, feeling her guns rusting from lack of use and wishing she had the oomph to play* No, but I want you to snuggle. *realizes what she said and winces, her faceplate heating*
Skywarp: *considers, drawing it out that bit longer than necessary* Snuggle?
Blackout: *turns head away, grumbling at how slowly she's moving* Never mind.
Skywarp: Why? *leaning into her, the git*
Blackout: *trying to process around the weariness and the pain override and the last of the overcharge* *try try try* *distracted by that leaning*
Skywarp: *leaaan*
Blackout: .... *hand moves to gently poke him in the side*
Skywarp: *not going anywhere*
Blackout: *poke turns into an affectionate pat, and then she turns to face him again as she slips her arm around him* Because I want you to.
Skywarp: *optics brighten* Are you sure about that?
Blackout: *growls and tightens her grip* I say what I mean. *except when she's cursing her minions*
Skywarp: *dry* Easy for you to say. You know what you're getting into. *he's not struggling as he looks up at her, though*
Blackout: Right now I barely know my fuel port from my air intakes. *gently rubs his side*
Skywarp: So when you come to your senses I get slagged, hm? *optics dimming: that feels good* *he's tempted*
Blackout: *her voice a soft, feminine rumble* No. You only get slagged after I'm strong enough for a decent fire fight. *fingers find a scar and trace it*
Skywarp: On your word as a Decepticon? *smirk*
Blackout: *relaxing but still holding on* I promise. Your guns are mine.
Skywarp: *chuckle* I'll take a chance on that.
Blackout: *tries to sit up a little so that she can reach him with the other hand too, but falls back with a beep of pain*
Skywarp: You don't have to pin me down, you know. I'm staying.
Blackout: *blinking* ...Help me turn.
Skywarp: Which way?
Blackout: ...Toward you. *frowns at him*
Skywarp: *chuckles and gets up to help shift her*
Blackout: *takes a moment to recover as he pushes the sand up to support her, then reaches for him with both arms*
Skywarp: *pauses for a moment, then joins her*
Blackout: *pulls him close and nuzzles his helm as she remembers the dreams. One hand goes to his back and rubs* Better
Skywarp: *unlike her, doesn't have much experience of the other's sensitive spots, and has to find that out for himself* *running one hand around her side, making a note of any damaged spots*
Blackout: *winces and pulls his hand away, rumbling.*
Skywarp: What?
Blackout: Hurts. *her fingers find the base of his wings*
Skywarp: *shivers* *reaches for a different spot*
Blackout: *settles down, her cheek on his head as she listens to him run. But then she flinches again. She's so overcharged that even normal stuff can hurt now, despite the overrides* *doesn't say anything, though, and is gradually relaxing as her systems process the high grade fuel*
Skywarp: *suspects she's too damaged and tired to do much now, but time invested will surely pay off later* *still seeking sensitive areas and cracks*
Blackout: *rumbles as he finds the scar that's been driving her nearly as glitchy as Rollbar's words did, then sighs and nuzzles him again, her engine starting to slow* Hmmm, good.
Skywarp: *murmurs in her audio* This is nothing yet.
Blackout: *softly* Wait till I can give a decent kiss.... *fingers trail in a line of gentle pokes down his back, half tickling him*
Skywarp: *of course, she's already decided she's interested* Hmmm...
Blackout: *blinks as her fingers still, and then she's peacefully passed out still hugging him close*