There's a First Time For Everything

[track_joker]

Ransack can be found huddled outside the Decepticon Medbay, half-hidden behind some crates, bins, and other things that are typically found outside industrial looking buildings. He doesn't know exactly where he is, but he doesn't particularly care either; he's in the urbanized section of Nexusville, he's mostly out of sight, and he feels safe

Comments

[caiusmajor]

G1 Cyclonus

*Hears someone monologuing in a thick accent and comes to investigate.*

Who's there?

*He can see him reasonably well, once he gets close enough, but it's not a mech he recognizes at all.*

[track_joker]

*yelping, Ransack's optics go wide and he pushes himself quickly to his feet, one hand braced against the wall*

N-no one, I was just leavin', I swear!

[caiusmajor]

G1 Cyclonus

*He looks the mech over. Small, not a form he's familiar with. No faction symbol whatsoever--strange. But he's not an Autobot, so there's no need to run him off just yet.*

No need. *He's going more for 'friendly' than 'I will shoot you if you leave' although the latter implication is certainly present.*

I am Cyclonus. I am in charge of this place. *He gestures at the building*

What is your designation and place of origin?

[track_joker]

*the friendly tone does nothing for Ransack's fears, but he doesn't bolt. Instead, he presses back against the wall, both hands pressed against it as if to hold him up*

'M Ransack. From Velocitron.

[caiusmajor]

G1 Cyclonus

Neither the name nor the place is familiar to me. Do you have a faction or a leader?

[track_joker]

Nope, 'n I intend ta keep it dat way fer a while, too. 'Specially not int'rested in no 'Cons. Been dere, done dat, got da dents ta prove it.

*starts edging along the wall, ready to bolt when his blunt rejection gets a bad reaction*

[caiusmajor]

G1 Cyclonus

*Isn't responding violently yet, but he's definitely keeping a close eye on the defector.*

The Decepticons of your universe treated you poorly?

[track_joker]

Not any worse den any o' da oddahs, but uh, yeah. It ain't fer me. I don' take too well ta bein' hit fer makin' mistakes. 'N when I make mistakes, dey ain't itty bitty lil' ones neiddah. So, yanno, ya prolly don' want me anyway.

[caiusmajor]

G1 Cyclonus

I'm sure we can find a use for you. And a better place to stay than out here.

[track_joker]

I see you said nothin' 'bout bein' hit. *laughs bitterly, shrugging his shoulders* You ain't gonna gimme much choice in da matta', are ya? What're my options; join or get scrapped?

[caiusmajor]

G1 Cyclonus

*raises an eyebrow* And here I was offering you a berth, instead.

I will only hit you--or scrap you--if you cross me.

Come with me.

*a firm command as he turns toward the door to the medbay building*

[track_joker]

*doesn't believe Cyclonus for one second, but... a berth sounded a lot nicer than a wall. And he could always set up booby-traps in a room.*

*sighs, pushing himself away from the wall. He shuffles to Cyclonus's side, eyes on the ground* Am I free ta leave if I decide dis ain't what I want?

[caiusmajor]

G1 Cyclonus

Of course. *in the tone of voice that means 'if you don't mind being scrapped'*

*Reaches down to--well, pulling his face up was the original plan, but he winds up grabbing hold of one of his shoulder pieces and pulling up on that instead.*

I would not, however, suggest crossing me.

[track_joker]

Hyeah, figgered dat...

*yelps as he's grabbed, his optics going wide* Me? Cross you? D-don' make me laugh, sir! I'm already ready ta leak oil all ova' myself, 'n y'only jus' introduced yerself! I swears, I ain't gonna start nothin'!

[caiusmajor]

G1 Cyclonus

*Isn't particularly inclined to believe or trust anyone who terrifies that easily, but he does enjoy being feared like this. After all the frustration he's had lately with his subordinates, it's a pleasant change.*

See that you don't.

*Lets him go.*

We will need to get you insignia as well as a berth. What are your skills?

[track_joker]

*groans - Megatron hadn't bothered branding him and Crumplezone before, and he really wasn't keen to have it done know. Maybe he could weasel out of it...*

You shore you wanna do dat, boss? *whines, making himself look as pathetic as possible* I ain't much o' a fighta', but I'm good wit' a gun, 'n I'mma really good liar. I could do spy stuff fer ya - but if ya brand me, dey gonna know what's goin' on.