Prompt: Secrets

[betterthan51]

BV Simmons

*The area is deserted, except for the lone figure of a man making his way along on foot. His expression is not pleased, and his clothing is in slight disarray. Suddenly, one Reginald S. Simmons pauses, reaching into his pocket to withdraw a cellphone, checking its screen and frowning.*

Secrets? My whole existence is wrapped up in

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[graycalls]

BW Scorponok

*A rather large scorpion is skittering by, headed towards the large floating island. Slung over the scorpion's tail is a bag made of metal mesh. Inside the bag are tools and parts*

(OOC: ahklsdfhkh- SIMMONS! *Grins* Not sure if you know, so I'm telling you anyway: The Beast Wars characters are a little taller than the Cassettes, so Nok is about the same size as Movieverse!Nok.)

[betterthan51]

((Thank you ^_^))

*He stares. That's the damn biggest scorpion Simmons has ever seen, the human ones in the government included. The fact that it's bearing tools and items clues the ex-Sector Seven agent in to the fact that this is no ordinary giant scorpion.*

*He still takes a step back. He might have faced down giant robots from outer space bigger than Galloway's ego, but self preservation is an instinct Simmons is very good at listening to.*

[graycalls]

BW Scorponok

*The scorpion eyes the human as he passes* Wonderful, another squish.

[betterthan51]

*He glares, arms crossed in front of him.*

Like you're so wonderful yourself, talking insect.

[cmdrstarscream]

Bayverse Starscream

On one of his many, many flights, Starscream gives an entirely too low altitude loop of the area. Far less than is comfortable for anyone on the ground, non-biological or otherwise.

His tattoos may even be familiar.

[betterthan51]

*Well f**k. Simmons ducks, hands clapped over his ears in response the sound of shrieking engines, scanning for cover. He knows this jet and he's not about to stick around to shake hands and say hello.*

*And the tattoos are damn tacky.*

[cmdrstarscream]

Bayverse Starscream

His scans picking up this...unfamiliar insect, Starscream circles again, trying to identify this creature. Something is...possibly familiar about him. Something reminiscent of the inferior bugs that poked around, coming to blow his cover at Edwards Air Force base. It's so hard to tell, though. Puny insects are just so hard to tell apart.

[betterthan51]

*He spots a boulder and runs for it. It's not much, but anything is better than sitting his ass out in the open, practically screaming 'target practice time!'.*

[jackalyn]

Beast Wars Rattrap

So it's just like any other person. What self respecting 'bot got himself caught?

(OOC: Sorry if I don't respond back right away. I've got class soon.)

[betterthan51]

Hell if I know his name. We called him NBE 1. Or frosty. *He shrugs. Talking rats. Big talking rats. Simmons gave up and went with it.*

When the idiots let him thaw out and escape, frosty called himself Megatron.

[jackalyn]

Beast wars Rattrap

(Rattrap transformed)

Ha! Why does that not surprise me, that it was old Megs that got himself frozen.

Names Rattrap.

(OOC: Feel free to comment on Rattraps accent.)

[betterthan51]

*Of course the rat is a robot too. It's accent is odd, Simmons tries to place it but discards the attempt. It doesn't matter how the robot sounds like as long as it isn't trying to kill him.*

Simmons. *He nods sharply.* You seem like someone who knows his way around this place. Where are we?

[betterthan51]

*Great. More robots. And this one looked as cheerful as Starscream.*

Well robot. I don't know how you tin cans reproduce, but when a female human and a male human are deluded enough to find the other attractive, the male sticks his parts into the female and sometimes it results in a tiny crying, screaming, whining annoyance about nine months later.

*Simmons is glaring. He does not like this place at all.*

[betterthan51]

You say that like I'd care about the difference. *The man drawls, supremely unintimidated. Megatron was bigger and more threatening. This robot is... smooth. There are fewer sharp corners and complicated edges.*

Dammit, what kind of crazy place is this? You don't look like any of the robots I've come into contact with. What's up with your manufacture?

((Going to bed soon, so this'll be it for me tonight ^_^;; ))

[spacegarden]

Bayverse Maggie

*is holed up in her room in at The Shack waiting for some code to compile on her laptop and paint to dry on her walls. as she goes about her business unpacking her things she hears a blip on the monitor.*

Odd...*settling down in front of the screen she brings up a tracking program she wrote weeks ago. it’s glitchy but the idea is to pick up the signals of Earth communications tech, specifically cellphones and radios. with no satellite she knows of orbiting above the Nexus she can’t utilize GPS to pinpoint locations. she can, however, keep a running total of the human population so long as they’re packing

[betterthan51]

*His phone rings and he stares at it for a moment, suspicious. A great many horror movies involve a lone person in a freaky deserted place, and an ominously ringing phone. Or it would be ominous if his phone weren't playing 'Good Morning Starshine'. Simmons blames his mother and makes a note to change the ringtone to something less... cheerful and answers, listening to the girl on the other end before drawling.*

//Well hacker girl, you'er a little late with the heads up. I've already run into the general population. As for who I am, I'll give you three guesses, and the first two don't count.//

[spacegarden]

Bayverse Maggie

*it's that voice... it has to be-- no, it couldn't really. could it?*

//...S-Simmons? Are you serious!?//

*there's a trill of laughter over the line, she can't help herself. of all people!*

//Sorry, sorry! Ohmigod.., Have you run into any of our, ahah, old friends yet?//

[betterthan51]

//Like a heart attack, Madsen.// *he growls.*

//I don't know about friends, but so far I've found an ugly jet, a bad tempered black truck, and the Wickywick.//