F.O.A. - "Fragged on Arrival"!
*Humming an irritatingly cheerful little tune, Klank is busy cleaning one of the work tables in his little niche of Decepticon HQ when Drakken interrupts him, dragon head and neck appearing in the open doorway.*
[Drakken] Ssssir?
Yeeees? ^_^
[Drakken] There is a pair of Stunticons here to see you... For repairs that issss, if their sorry ssstates are any indication.
Oh, lovely! Send them in, won't you? *The doctor goes back to cleaning for a few more moments, busily rubbing off spatters of mech fluid until Dragstrip and Breakdown enter. Glancing up, Klank makes a face in disgust. Both of them are scorched, dented, limping and leaking.* What did you two do? Get in a fight the entire Wrecker team? You're a couple of walking, er, limping disasters!
*Breakdown elbows Dragstrip roughly, the yellow Stunticon growling in response before answering the medic.*
[Dragstrip] I'm shot to the Pit because I lost a race. He's shot to the Pit because I couldn't make it back alone and I bribed him to come help me out.
*Klank frowns.* That doesn't make any sense. How does one get beat up while retrieving a team mate? And how does a Stunticon get so banged up while racing? You're Stunticons for Pit's sake!
[Dragstrip] There was this car--
[Breakdown] An all black one.
[Dragstrip] That ran both of us off the road. I even shot it up the first time around and it exploded. But all the scrap vanished and when Breakdown arrived, it reappeared.
So...what you're saying is that both of you got beaten by a kamikaze vehicle? And I take it that this car was not an Autobot or Decepticon?
[Breakdown] It had a driver. Some guy in an all black suit with a black helmet.
Did he say anything to either of you?
[Dragstrip] Tch, no.
Interesting. *Klank pauses, thoughtful.* Did it destroy anything or anyone else? Any other human piloted vehicles?
[Breakdown] No. Look, are we gonna play 20 questions, or are you gonna fix us? I don't want Motormaster finding out about this.
Just one more question... Where are the other Stunticons, anyway?
[Dragstrip] Heh, like we know. We're not their keepers.
*Shrugging, Klank turns away and walks between a set of ready tables, waving to each with one hand.* Well then, I suppose I should comply and restore you both. If you'll just hope up onto the tables, please?
*As the medic readies his intruments, Dragstrip and Breakdown grudingly get up on the tables.*
[Breakdown] [q] Hey, Dragstrip?
[Dragstrip] [q] What?
[Breakdown] [q] Who the slag was that guy, anyway?
[Dragstrip] [q] I dunno, but whoever he was, he was wierd and pissed off!
[Drakken] Ssssir?
Yeeees? ^_^
[Drakken] There is a pair of Stunticons here to see you... For repairs that issss, if their sorry ssstates are any indication.
Oh, lovely! Send them in, won't you? *The doctor goes back to cleaning for a few more moments, busily rubbing off spatters of mech fluid until Dragstrip and Breakdown enter. Glancing up, Klank makes a face in disgust. Both of them are scorched, dented, limping and leaking.* What did you two do? Get in a fight the entire Wrecker team? You're a couple of walking, er, limping disasters!
*Breakdown elbows Dragstrip roughly, the yellow Stunticon growling in response before answering the medic.*
[Dragstrip] I'm shot to the Pit because I lost a race. He's shot to the Pit because I couldn't make it back alone and I bribed him to come help me out.
*Klank frowns.* That doesn't make any sense. How does one get beat up while retrieving a team mate? And how does a Stunticon get so banged up while racing? You're Stunticons for Pit's sake!
[Dragstrip] There was this car--
[Breakdown] An all black one.
[Dragstrip] That ran both of us off the road. I even shot it up the first time around and it exploded. But all the scrap vanished and when Breakdown arrived, it reappeared.
So...what you're saying is that both of you got beaten by a kamikaze vehicle? And I take it that this car was not an Autobot or Decepticon?
[Breakdown] It had a driver. Some guy in an all black suit with a black helmet.
Did he say anything to either of you?
[Dragstrip] Tch, no.
Interesting. *Klank pauses, thoughtful.* Did it destroy anything or anyone else? Any other human piloted vehicles?
[Breakdown] No. Look, are we gonna play 20 questions, or are you gonna fix us? I don't want Motormaster finding out about this.
Just one more question... Where are the other Stunticons, anyway?
[Dragstrip] Heh, like we know. We're not their keepers.
*Shrugging, Klank turns away and walks between a set of ready tables, waving to each with one hand.* Well then, I suppose I should comply and restore you both. If you'll just hope up onto the tables, please?
*As the medic readies his intruments, Dragstrip and Breakdown grudingly get up on the tables.*
[Breakdown] [q] Hey, Dragstrip?
[Dragstrip] [q] What?
[Breakdown] [q] Who the slag was that guy, anyway?
[Dragstrip] [q] I dunno, but whoever he was, he was wierd and pissed off!