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[alterrainterror]

Rollbar trudges back in, probably looking for a place to sit that hasn't got a furtive Predacon in it.

"All right." With a glance at the sign, he sits back on the nearest couch and looks around. "I know about us, but what do the rest of you do when your team's havin' a run of bad luck?"

His tone takes a turn towards the grumbling. "And failin' that

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[onemorebounty]

For the latter, choose routes that make ambush difficult, and scout ahead.

[alterrainterror]

A nod. "I'll try the first. Trouble is, I've gotta go to the same place, and he's always waitin'." Rollbar pauses, then admits, "'Course, that's because I'm headin' for where he is in the first place."

[onemorebounty]

Hmm. Have you tried feints, diversions, decoys? Can you take a hostage he won't want to risk, or seem to?

[alterrainterror]

"Well, hostages'd only encourage him, but the rest might work." He nods thoughtfully, rubbing his chin. "If he jumps decoys a couple'a times, he might get bored..."

[violet_cure]

"This one usually tries to give everyone else good luck." She shrugs. "It's part of a gamblers ritual that Smokescreen taught her."

[alterrainterror]

"Uh-huh..." Rollbar considers. "Well, I guess tryin' to counteract the bad luck's better'n doin' nothing... Who's Smokescreen?"

[violet_cure]

"He was a good friend to this one who loved to gamble. He helped her overcome her shyness and fear of others."

[alterrainterror]

"Right. And he's gettin' past tense because...?" Apparently Rollbar can be more observant of details like that than his comrades.

[random_xtras]

"Kintoran epoxy putty in the treads."

[alterrainterror]

He looks interested. "And what'll that do to 'em?"

[random_xtras]

"Keep 'im from goin' anywhere till somebody gives 'im strong acid." She smirked and rubbed her slightly rounded belly through her oversize black band T-shirt.

[alterrainterror]

"Sounds good to me! Is it hard to get a hold of?"

[towby]

*Towby wanders in just in time to hear Rollbar ask; she's thoroughly dented, rather wet and doesn't seem to be in a bright and cheerful mood today. She tilt's her head at the question though*
What happened? Who's the tank?

As for me I try to make light of it. No point getting depressed over it becuase it never helps. As for ambushes heh you lot know far more than I do; unless it has anything to do with marine warfare since nexus magic has for once given me one funny advantage. *funny thing is she doesn't seem amused yes she still has her sea dragon form; much to the displeasure of Scourge*

[alterrainterror]

Rollbar chuckles. "The only tank we've got, of course. The one with a lousy sense of humour."

"Nope, it doesn't. You mean that business with the dragon?"

[towby]

Ah Armourhide I should have known. The very same guy who hitched a ride today; shesh doesn't he know how heavy he is?

*she seems to smirk a little* Yup I can still turn into one which wasn't all that bad. Well unless you count all the organic hormones; urgh it's rather annoying that.

[alterrainterror]

"Sure he does. That's why he likes jumpin' on things so much." Like Rollbar, for instance.

He smiles slightly. His Decepticons may be uncertain on the subject of Towby, but she's still more their kind than anyone else in the Nexus. "Must freak the Autobots out."

[predacontoady]

"... Why the slag is Armorhide ambushing you?"

[alterrainterror]

Rollbar blinks in surprise, then shrugs, eyeing the Predacon slightly. "Because he thinks it's funny." The tone suggests he disagrees.

[predacontoady]

"... Eh. I'm not even gonna ask. But if you ask me, you Decepticons have no right to be whining about bad luck. Us Predacons, now we've got it bad."

[alterrainterror]

Rollbar blinks at Slapper for a second. Predacons downright puzzle him. "Maybe that's 'cause you actually trust to luck? Seems to me you guys create most'f your own problems."