Beats and Mechanics
A blue, '90 Chevrolet Lumina speeds through a Nexus portal, skidding almost to stop before its parts twist and turn, disappear, appear and move with a G1!transformation sound as it becomes a twenty-foot-something tall mech who looks sort of like G1!Red Alert with some differences: alt-mode as one, helmet design as another, and the second pair of doors mounted on the sides of his legs as a third. While the mech finishes his skid in robot mode, one of said doors screeches across the ground as it tries to lock in place, causing the mech to lose both his momentum and balance and fall to the ground with an undignified Clunk!
'Breathing' hard as his body tries to cool down no matter how loud it becomes to get there despite his mental protests, the mech remains where he landed on the floor too shocked and exhausted to move to get up at that moment. However, he can't help but look around.
He wish he hadn't.
Resting his head back against the ground, the Lumina shutters his optics and intakes a large amount of air slowly before releasing it, trying desperately not to panic. First that 'Con and now . . .
Wait . . . What happened to that 'Con?
His optics snap open and look behind him towards the portal. He abruptly sits up, turning toward the portal as he does so. Those are his skid marks, that is his portal. It looks peaceful and almost normal--Okay, he's not sure what a portal's suppose to look like, but . . .
WHAT WAS IT DOING NOW?
Scrambling to his feet, the blue mech stumbles away from the portal and dives behind one of the couches just before a black sports car bursts through the portal and immediately transforms . . .
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His hand is on the sword's hilt, the sword partially out of the scabbard already, but he . . . hesitates. Why is anyone's guess. It's several reasons actually.
Ignoring all the dents, dings, and scratches covering his body and the foreign energon splattered on his arm, his optics calmly scan the Nexus from behind his black visor--his secondary, more opaque and technologically enhanced visor in standby on his head--taking in all the sights and sounds until they fall upon the Sign.
Ask a question.
All right. He could allow a brief interlude. He knew he had the other mech no matter what he--or anybody else--tried to do.
Making up his processor, the black mech pushes the sword back down into the scabbard which disappears less than a second later. With his feet firmly planted in front of the portal, the black mech appears to think for a few minutes before asking, "How far would you go to protect your base or home from intruders?"
"On a different note," the black mech pauses for a second, making sure to choose his words very carefully despite the subject matter, "and out of curiosity, how long would it take for a deep puncture wound to drain a mech completely dry?"
The black mech is aware that that type of question could come across the wrong way coming from a Decepticon as to opposed to, say, an Autobot or a Neutral--if anyone around here knew about those, but he hadn't expected to find himself in this place or otherwise he would have come here differently. He also knows that both questions he asked would bother the blue Autobot.
The black mech, for his part, did not appear smug.
((Mun note: Rhythm, the black mech, is 'bothered' (boy, is that an understatement) by people whose voices aren't sufficiently 'pleasing to the ear'. As an example, he hates G1!Starscream with a passion just because of his voice. So if your pup has an annoying voice or would have an annoying voice in real life (as in the voice itself is annoying not what it's saying), I'll need to know about it so I can portray him accurately. However, if that's too much of a hassle, I'll use the Nexus as an excuse.
Also, feel free to bother the blue mech cowering behind one of the couches.))
'Breathing' hard as his body tries to cool down no matter how loud it becomes to get there despite his mental protests, the mech remains where he landed on the floor too shocked and exhausted to move to get up at that moment. However, he can't help but look around.
He wish he hadn't.
Resting his head back against the ground, the Lumina shutters his optics and intakes a large amount of air slowly before releasing it, trying desperately not to panic. First that 'Con and now . . .
Wait . . . What happened to that 'Con?
His optics snap open and look behind him towards the portal. He abruptly sits up, turning toward the portal as he does so. Those are his skid marks, that is his portal. It looks peaceful and almost normal--Okay, he's not sure what a portal's suppose to look like, but . . .
WHAT WAS IT DOING NOW?
Scrambling to his feet, the blue mech stumbles away from the portal and dives behind one of the couches just before a black sports car bursts through the portal and immediately transforms . . .
----
His hand is on the sword's hilt, the sword partially out of the scabbard already, but he . . . hesitates. Why is anyone's guess. It's several reasons actually.
Ignoring all the dents, dings, and scratches covering his body and the foreign energon splattered on his arm, his optics calmly scan the Nexus from behind his black visor--his secondary, more opaque and technologically enhanced visor in standby on his head--taking in all the sights and sounds until they fall upon the Sign.
Ask a question.
All right. He could allow a brief interlude. He knew he had the other mech no matter what he--or anybody else--tried to do.
Making up his processor, the black mech pushes the sword back down into the scabbard which disappears less than a second later. With his feet firmly planted in front of the portal, the black mech appears to think for a few minutes before asking, "How far would you go to protect your base or home from intruders?"
"On a different note," the black mech pauses for a second, making sure to choose his words very carefully despite the subject matter, "and out of curiosity, how long would it take for a deep puncture wound to drain a mech completely dry?"
The black mech is aware that that type of question could come across the wrong way coming from a Decepticon as to opposed to, say, an Autobot or a Neutral--if anyone around here knew about those, but he hadn't expected to find himself in this place or otherwise he would have come here differently. He also knows that both questions he asked would bother the blue Autobot.
The black mech, for his part, did not appear smug.
((Mun note: Rhythm, the black mech, is 'bothered' (boy, is that an understatement) by people whose voices aren't sufficiently 'pleasing to the ear'. As an example, he hates G1!Starscream with a passion just because of his voice. So if your pup has an annoying voice or would have an annoying voice in real life (as in the voice itself is annoying not what it's saying), I'll need to know about it so I can portray him accurately. However, if that's too much of a hassle, I'll use the Nexus as an excuse.
Also, feel free to bother the blue mech cowering behind one of the couches.))