[ intro post ]

[kaon_krusher]

WHO: Lugnut + OPEN
WHAT: Axiom Nexus welcomes yet another new arrival
WHERE: Zone 1, street outside Central Processing, for starters
WHEN: Now to Whenever
WARNINGS/NOTES: Semi-newbie = I may be slow...?

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[inursatellites]

Recon. He was used to recon. Monitoring communications, studying troop movement, all of it was well within his capabilities. And so, it was hardly a difficulty to note the sudden, random, destruction in the first zone.

Interesting.

He landed, transforming as he did so. Considering where the damage was located, it was likely some new arrival. But why? Odd... He noted the site, and the evidence, storing the data away for later. Lord Megatron had already been informed of the latest Autobot plans.... which left him free to temporarily do as he pleased.

The satellite looked up, scanning the general area for a potential perpetrator.

[kaon_krusher]

Lugnut's meandering progression introduced him to more signage that he found unacceptable - and while some notices were posted at such strangely low angles, none escaped his attention. He dealt with them all accordingly.

By now, he had purged the street of a few dozen signs and several walls and posts that had supported them, creating a tidy mess of convex dents in his wake. And yet still, no one stepped forward to take responsibility for this foul deed.
Or even more likely, no one wished to face him.

Lugnut had no interest in forcing cowards to fight. While the streets themselves seemed utterly deserted of an audience, he briefly made note of active life-signs in some of the buildings surrounding - though he quickly shuffled that data to a non-vital thought process, just as he had all but deleted his access codes to the 'Network' which had been hastily explained to him.
He had no need to contact other mechs...just one in particular, and he had a private means for that purpose

[inursatellites]

The newcomer seemed inclined to destroy every signpost it came across. How pointless.

A quick scan, rifling through vast databanks, as he attempted to fit the stranger's design with known Cybertronian forces. Nothing came up. The body structure was even unfamiliar. Except for... it vaguely resembled those little jet pets of Blackout. His optical array narrowed slightly.

>>MALGUS 1207.26 ALPHA.
>>DESIGNATION: UNKNOWN.
>>BODY STRUCTURE: UNKNOWN.

Curious, Soundwave followed. Should this prove an issue, Megatron and Ravage were merely a call away. And, of course, there were his own not-inconsiderable weapon systems...

And then the stranger turned. Soundwave merely tilted his head, regarding the other silently. His sensory fins flicked, mantling around his shoulders. "DESIGNATION: REQUIRED," he intoned. "DATA FILE: NOT FOUND. STATE AFFILIATION."

he is so gonna get arrested, isn't he?

[kaon_krusher]

There hadn't been any reason to believe that Megatron was present in this city as well, but Lugnut didn't necessarily have reason in that regard. He had been separated from his Master for long periods before, of course…

But there had always been someone there. Blitzwing, at least. Or more loyal troops. He had never been this cut off, this displaced, this completely on his own

[helpful_squid]

Lugnut was not entirely alone in the area. A small organic- well, small by Cybertronian standards; by the standards of humans it was fairly large- was busily picking over the remains of several different devices someone had carelessly discarded in a nearby dumpster. In the Huragok's experience, such things were well worth salvaging, even if only for parts. It was something to do when not working on devices and data provided by Magnum.

The sound of an explosion, however, caught the creature's attention. It looked up with a sharp whistle and blinked all six eyes, straining to see the source of the noise.

[kaon_krusher]

Most Autobots, xenophobic and stagnated as their society had grown in too many years of peace, would regard a non-Cybertronian creature as something to be feared or reviled - if they took notice of a being much smaller than them at all. In contrast, the Decepticons were actually much more open to associating with all sorts of life, as necessity for scrapping by enough to exist on, after having been chased off after the end of the war so long ago.

Besides, it was not any being's fault if it wasn't made in the image nor composition of Cybertronians. Some had even proved themselves quite useful (to furthering Megatron's goals) in the past, and Lugnut was not one to ignore a potential source of information when no other volunteers were currently presenting themselves

[helpful_squid]

Heresy. Weighted Forward hadn't heard that term in serious use since escaping the Covenant. It was an odd sort of reminder of home, especially coming from a being so very, very unlike any of the Prophets as this.

(Although there was a certain amount of similarity to the Brutes there, at least in its tone of voice.)

The Huragok reached into its equipment harness with one tentacle and extracted its communicator. A few moments later the device said:

"To the best of my knowledge, the policy is the work of the TransTechs. The beings who brought us here made that rule, so far as I know." It paused, then added, "You are a follower of his, then?"

[kaon_krusher]

"Hmm…them." It would seem in line with everything else nonsensical around here - a Cybertron that was different…but was better…except it wasn't. More to the point, Lugnut knew he could not argue with these TransTech. It had taken an afternoon of a few scuffles, some tasing, slight temporary dismemberment, a good blow to his cranium and some sort of freeze ray to convince him of this, but they had gotten their point across. He wasn't going to be able to barrel through their perverse logic. (Not without acquiring some back-up in any case