NOT looking for trouble this time...honest!
((From here...Klank PINpoints into a secluded area of the nexus hub he and others have simply come to know as "the dressing room." Not much activity on this end, but this was the usual place he and his comrades would use to enter and exit without being noticed by the majority of the hub populace. The surrounding walls are a lined with very large
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"Sniff over there," says the mech, pointing off to one side. "He said he dropped it over here yesterday."
As the Pretender bear shell moves to do as asked, however, it notices they are not alone and bares its fangs, growling. The mech turns and looks up, jaw dropping open and optics widening.
"Klank... You're...you're...! And you -- the rust! Oh, Primus!" He points with one shaking finger, then turns and hightails it back into the jungle of lockers, howling at the top of his vocalizer. "RAAAAATCHET! IT'S KLANK! COSMIC RUST! ZOMBIE KLANK WITH COSMIC RUST!Its owner and other half having lost his nerve, the bear shell's courage vanishes in an instant, the furry beastie running after the ( ... )
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*She watches the mech and the creature go, blinkblinking with large optics* Er... I suppose fear of the dead returned is a much different sort of thing, than fear of pain or death. Will the others... react like that?
((Ah, good luck with that. Nosy artist here wonders what you're working on. ;} ))
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Err… had they ever, Primus. Jet knew (vaguely in some cases through the Allspark) of what happened on Charr, in the Crypt, on the Nemesis, on Tau Ceti III, the far, frozen North… the Bar. And that was only recently. When the Dead (often The Vengeful Dead) got involved… things happened, yes ma’am, Jet could testify to that ( ... )
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"Hey, what'd you expect? I needed a body and First Gunner was a pushover!" Moledive manages to shoot back before the medic glances back over one shoulder to silence him.
Despite his aggravation with 'Dive and Catilla, however, they've managed to give him an idea. With a soft hiss, the holsters on his outer lower legs open to expose his photon pistols. He reaches for the one on the right, drawing it and whirling it up in his hand like an Old West cowboy before leveling it at Klank's face. As close as they are standing to one another, it would be little more than an arm's length, point blank shot.
But the barrel is pointing at Ratchet, not at Klank ( ... )
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She blinks in surprise as she sees how the mech is presenting his gun to Klank.
Her optics brighten in intensity, as he challenges the Decepticon. How... utterly mad, and she's sure that she doesn't like the thought of either outcome that Ratchet has speculated.
Auspex is rather sure Klank won't shoot him. She knows he is shocked, he has been insulted... and he has been given a chance to do something that was a goal of his for vorns, that he no longer wantsShe sees what Ratchet is doing, and his apparent faith in the outcome startles her. He... believes Klank. But, he's not going to let it be an easy decision for the dying mech. His ill-will is still present en force: this looks to be a revenge, ( ... )
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Jet watched impassively as Catilla and Moledive continued to banter, seemingly oblivious to their company. It did not bother him as it was bothering Auspex; in life, he was well used to being ignored. The words were callous. Cutting. The way two Decepticons would casually discuss the fate of an Autobot prisoner bound and helpless before them - that’s what it reminded him of.
This Ratchet however - he wielded his words like a scalpel. Cruelty and he seemed to be old friends; this one was well practiced in verbally slicing ugly wounds. Wounds that could fester and sicken the patient as time went on as well as any cyberplague. A shattered glass version of the kindly mech Jet had briefly met.
Jet knew this was a test. That, somewhere inside, the mech believed Klank when he pulled that gun and turned it on himself. Didn’t stop it from being a… fraggit all… an absolutely insane test and revenge to boot ( ... )
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