Long and cool, shiny and black....

[pastwillhaunt]

Noo, not a Cadillac. It's thirty-five foot of black Bayformer Decepticon. He's sitting in a chair the right size for him, leaning back with his legs stretched out in front as his thinking frown bores figurative holes into the sign. There is no sign of his usual four-footed companion, nor of the sparklets. It's just him, sitting and rumbling to

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[goldenthrone]

*The tank mech (yeah he's not in alt mode right now) just looks at Dreadnought curiously* The techpriests do often seem to take more time on the smaller leaks but they complain it's because they're harder to find. That and it tickles.

[pastwillhaunt]

Another great freaking big tank. Dreadnought scans it absently, then sits up as he realizes that this one's got a spark. "Yeah. Small stuff's harder to keep track off."

[goldenthrone]

*said tank's not too bothered* Yeah which drives me up the wall...especially if it's internal. That and I have to get an engineseer to look at it because I can't touch it; which brings all sorts of problems...and inscence *he doesn't like inscence then*

[pastwillhaunt]

If he actually notices. The scanning's mostly just like a normal looking for 'bots of Dreadnought's make, with a little enhanced stuff added in.

The newcomer's response makes him lift a brow plate. "Why can't you touch it? Most makes can reach pretty well everything when they're in bot mode."

[goldenthrone]

*Baneblade probably wouldn't notice since he's not used to that kind of thing...but even if he did he wouldn't care*

Techpriests get in a tissy if I do. That and I have absolutely no knowledge of first aid and couldn't even transform until a short while back. *it makes perfect sense in his world*

[pastwillhaunt]

That gets a deep frown, though it's hidden behind the mirrored visor. "Techpriests?"

[goldenthrone]

Yeah *a pause then*...you've never heard of them have you?

[pastwillhaunt]

"Nope."

[goldenthrone]

Oh...well they're the guys who take care of the vehicles and worship the machine god...there kinda crazy but they do know their stuff. *he's not too sure how to explain them...they've always been there in his world*

[pastwillhaunt]

"If they worship a machine, what're they freakin' about a machine doing what it's made to do for?"

[goldenthrone]

*Baneblade looks a little confused* It's not my place to fix myself besides I am not consecrated in that manner. I am a weapon of war I follow my crews instructions and do the best I can to serve the emperor.

[pastwillhaunt]

Dreadnought lifts his visor and frowns at the other transformer. "You're a person. With the same rights any other person's got."

[goldenthrone]

*Baneblade shrugs* Others do not always see it that way. I do not share the rights of my crew who are human; but I am considered something of a sacred artifact so I get by. *he doesn't sound bothered by this at all*

[pastwillhaunt]

"Whatever floats your boat." But the black Decepticon is still frowning.

[goldenthrone]

*Which gets a confused look* I don't own a boat. *silly litteral tank he is...well that and his crew haven't gotten round to explaining what random phrases like that mean yet*

[pastwillhaunt]

"I mean whatever makes you happy." Dreadnought pulls out a good sized Cybertron Sunrise and puts it in his mouth, then chomps it up.