The TransTechs are coming

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Swindle, Swindle, and Swindle

[areyoulovinthis]

[Swindle is rearranging merchandise on the shelf. Even if some of the merchandise has been hidden removed to comply with the newly enforced guidelines, the shop still looks very well stocked.

And since customers have been going in and out all day (they're one of the few places with power in the area, and the other Swindles have been making a nice profit by renting out some of the recharge berths in the back), Swindle won't really notice another bot coming through the door.]

Swindle, Swindle, and Swindle

[axiom_npc]

All right, let's get this over with.

[Demolishor is not the only one at the door. A band of heavily-armed TransTechs are with him, fanning out to either side.]

All right, everybody, if you are not a proprietor of this shop - and we know who the proprietors are - you are to check with the guards at the door, allow for inspection, and then you will either be sent to your place of residence or you will be retained. Line up NOW.

[The others, besides the door guards, begin canvassing the store.]

SWINDLES. Front and center!

Swindle, Swindle, and Swindle

[areyoulovinthis]

[Well, that would be impossible not to notice. Swindle's smart enough not to pull anything stupid, and finishes the shelf he's on before following Demolishor's orders.]

If you could keep it down a bit; there's plenty of bots trying to recharge, and they really don't need to be bothered with all of this.

So, to what do I owe the honor? Should have warned me before hand; I would have cleaned the place up a bit more, gotten out some high grade for you.

Swindle, Swindle, and Swindle

[axiom_npc]

Shut your exhaust before I add another charge.

[Demolishor faces him, just waiting for an excuse to get him on a resisting charge.]

You owe the honour due to recieving contraband goods, sale of contraband goods, and however many charges of stocking illegal merchandise my men find.

[And his men are, as directed, searching the racks, scanning, tossing stock to the ground to see what's behind it, checking for secret panels.]

It looks like your 'customers' [Can't you hear the sneer?] will have to make do with only three Swindles instead of four.

Cuff the little jerkaft.

[As ordered, one of the officers steps forward with cuffs in hand.]

[theheterodyne]

[Agatha is already a bit stir-crazy in her apartment. She's still extremely stiff. Too much movement hurts. The bruises have spread, visible through the thin white undershirt she'd struggled into that morning.

She's just settled onto a stool at the workbench she cobbled together with a cup of tea and a new dingbot she's working on.]

[axiom_npc]

[There's a sharp rap on the door, followed by a loud bellow;]

Open up! [There's a loud scuffle and the sound of a robotic shout of indignation. Another rap, and a more feminine and pleasant voice speaks this time.]

Greetings. We're here to inspect your place of residence.

[theheterodyne]

Oh! I'll be right there, sorry!

[Puts the tools down and slowly slides off her stool and goes to open the door. One little 'bot is sitting on her shoulder.]

Yes?

[axiom_npc]

[There are two beings standing in front of her; one is a relatively short (but bulky TransTech, and by his feet stood a petite...woman.

Who holds her hand out, and maintains a perfectly plastic smile all the while.]

Hello. I am Davina. May we take a peep around your place, please? [The bulky TransTech groans behind her, but silenced at a sharp look from the small woman.]

[panphobiac]

[Skywarp is more than freaked out; he's been literally hiding under whatever forniture he could find in the run-down apartment ever since the chaos started, clicking in fear and too shocked to even contemplate warping somewhere safer.]

[He's only answering the door because TC rudely ordered him to, and he seems to be acting on auto-pilot, pathetic trembling aside.]

Who...

[his voice dies in a strangled squeak when he sees the TransTechs]

[axiom_npc]

[Poor Skywarp. Have two of the meanest looking Transtechs available...a matched set of Black and Gold twins just littered with bits of spiky-ness.]

Oi, Brother...lookit this. Innit one 'o those Malgian Screamer clones?

Heh. Does look like it, mate. Poor lil' bugger. [This is not said in a friendly tone.] Best not be causin' us any trouble, Screamer. We're comin in, see, and takin' a look around...

[Oh, and they advance upon him~]

[panphobiac]

[Staggers back and clasps his hands together, optics squinting in fright]

S-screamer? I-I'm not... w-who are you? P-please don't hurt m-me-
[shakes his head, voice coming out in feeble static-y bouts]

[he looks like he's barely able to stand on his own, knee guards clacking together fitfully, and pushes himself closer to the wall to make way to the scary spiky bots]

[axiom_npc]

Oi, we ain't here to hurt you. [The first one grins.]

[Before the second one finishes.] Much.

Right, mate. Not so long as your tellin' us what we're wantin' to know, Screamer.

Like just what else is living in this dump?
[The second one backs Skywarp all the way up to the wall, and sneers, reaching out to grab the jet's arm and scan his ID bolt.] Fraggin' lowtechs.

Seen any Megatron's about?

Oi! If he's to be seein' em, he's probably to be stabbin' em and savin' us the trouble.

Nah, nah, your track's all wrong, mate. This one ain't got the bearings for it. [The first one starts looking around and rifling through anything he can get his servos on.]

[Zone 8]

[death_to_the]

[Putress is not at home. Thus, the ramshackle, half-collapsed building that he calls his laboratory is occupied by half a dozen creatures composed mainly of stripped bones, stray bits of sinew, and slime. These are pulsing gently in various locations, mostly near the door.]

[Also near the door is a rather bored abomination. Stitches hasn't gotten to kill hardly anything yet, and that's a hard thing for any abomination to take. Still, the rotted, maggot-riddled composite of his brain is resting easy in the fact that he is doing his job. If anything comes in that is not Putress or Rampage, he is to tell them to go away. And if they don't...]

[...then he can play.]

[bitchingcamaro]

[Bumblebee is tired. He saved the students, dropped Sam off somewhere safe, then had to head back to work. He's sitting, slumped against one wall and nursing a very small cube of energon, trying to conserve some energy before he goes back to meet his TransTech partner and join in some sweeps himself.]

[axiom_npc]

[Everybody had been busy. Bumblebee certainly wasn't the only one. Hoist approached him, tired but with an easy demeanor.]

Sneaking a rest, hm? I can't say that I blame you. I almost thought that I was going to get a quiet posting here. What a misfire that was.