Beats and Mechanics

[lumina_mechnics]

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

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[random_xtras]

A sixteen foot tall orange red femme who looks like a cross between 07 Blackout and a Minicon slips up behind the frightened Autobot and gives him a gentle poke in the side.

"Ye alright, b'y?" she asks softly.

[lumina_mechnics]

Behind him? Surely she should of known better than that.

He gives a start, spinning around to face her, one hand disappearing and replaced with a nozzle which shoots fire extinguisher fluid in her general direction. He then starts scooting back away from her, but he stops before he reaches the end of the couch. He knew what the black 'Con would do even if he didn't know what she would do.

((LJ, stop being a jerk. *shakes fist in its general direction*))

[random_xtras]

She moves aside easily, letting the spray pass her, then deedlebeeps at him reprovingly. "Calm down, $%#$#$ head. I's not here t' hurt ye."

((*boots it*))

[lumina_mechnics]

His intakes work overtime as he tries sort through that information and then stop as he becomes still, listening for any sound that might be the black mech coming over. Hearing nothing for now, he scoots towards the middle of the couch.

"Right, calling me vulgar names is suppose to make me believe you," the blue Autobot whispers sarcastically.

[silenceandpsych]

Another G1 mech, one with no faction symbols on him, eyes the Decepticon disapprovingly. Normally he wouldn't care about the 'Con's arrival, but the blood splatter and nature of the second question doesn't fly to well with him. His voice, when he talks, is a light baritone with a slightly androgenous quality; all in all, it's not grating on the audials.

"I'd go as far as I have to, barring permanent damage and killing someone."

Psych doesn't even bother touching the second question.

[lumina_mechnics]

A type of voice for which Rhythm appreciates. One less he has to purge from the universe.

"Very noble," Rhythm says as a matter-of-fact. "Though it does beg the question: what if permanent damage and death is the only way to protect it? Some mechs are very hard to keep down."

Rhythm sees this but decides not to bring the second question up again.

[silenceandpsych]

Psych shrugs. "I know ways to knock 'em out. I can just do that and dump them somewhere." Probably painted some obnoxious color and covered with obscenities if time and his sister permitted it.

[lumina_mechnics]

"And are those ways honorable or morally questionable?"