"I do not vant the headache!" shouted Hothead, fighting to get through to the front. Icy held him back.
"If you do dot, ve vill transform und fall from the sky!"
Random cackled. "Dot sounds like fun too!"
For some reason, Random decided today was a good day for practicing aerial stunts. Neither of his fellow personality fragments were keen on the idea. He spun a corkscrew in jet mode for fun.
"Raaaaandooooom!" hollered Hothead, "Don't---"
"Und now for ze fun part!" Random transformed to robot mode and entered a free fall. "I can fly like a rock! Wheeeeeee!"
Despite the internal chaos this caused all parts of Blitzwing's mind, collectively he had to admit that the experience was... refreshing. How many times had he literally dropped into battle to scare the slag out of Autobots? There was something about the sound of rushing air, the freedom of knowing he could survive something so reckless...
"And SCHTUPID! Do you even know vot you're aiming for??" demanded Hothead
( ... )
One moment, Rumble was thinking about how bored he felt and in the next, a mech-shaped blur hit the ground right in front of him, sending the earthquake maker himself stumbling as the ground rumbled from the force of the impact.
His vents stuttered as flying dirt and pieces of grass were sucked in before he could shut his ventilation system off.
He gaped, waiting for the dust to settle and whoever had crashed to recover. Or not. Either way, this robot had already made his day less boring by several hundred percent.
"You processorless fragger!" the cassette shouted as soon as he caught sight of Random's face.
And then, calmer... "That was pretty cool. Can you do it again? I wanna record it!"
"'Processorless' he says... ha...." Hothead slunk off into the corner of Blitzwing's mind that was his. "I need to lie down."
Icy was similarly shaken, but calm nonetheless. It's not like this didn't happen at least once a week. "Are you satisfied now, Random?"
"Yep!"
Blitzwing heaved himself out of the hole he'd made and dusted himself off meticulously. At first it was as though he hadn't heard Rumble. Even though Random was in charge, Icy's sense of cleanliness prevailed. Finally, he looked down. A long way down. Random giggled. This little guy was so small!
"Hallo! Who are you?"
"He asked you a question." Icy reminded him.
Random tapped his chin, obviously thinking. "Vas it about chocolate pudding?"
Rumble seethed with resentment as he waited for the big mech to be done primping himself like a fragging pleasure drone and finally acknowledge his existence.
He used the time to take a good look at the mech and wasn't particularly impressed by what he saw. Another one of the big-chinned ones. They were a weird lot, except for pretty femme boss Slipstream, of course.
Rumble had just about decided to shout some more at the mech, maybe help his processor along with a friendly earthquake, when the mech finally looked down at him.
"I'm Rumble," he huffed, still peeved that he had been ignored for so long. "Soundwave's best Cassetticon." He raises his chin challengingly. "Who are you?"
Currently in her alt-mode, Chromia's engine stalls slightly when the old structure catches her optic. Then hums thoughtfully. Well, she had been searching for a source of spare parts to fully construct her water-pump... Maybe she'd find some in the building?
Figuring it'd be worth a shot, Chromia spins her tires in the direction and speeds towards it. She pulls up and transforms, regarding the place with a sceptical optic. It's only then she notes the other signature pinging on her HUD. Her optics flicker before she moves around to the other side of the building. Her helm pops around the wall, optics falling on the familiar Cassette.
A crooked smile blossoms and (not at all with the intention of startling him) she loudly calls out "Hey Piledrivers!"
At the yell, he jumps, battle systems nearly activating from surprise. He whirls around so fast that he stumbles, gyros struggle to regain his balance before he might meet the ground.
He glowers at Chromia, a teeny-weeny sized heap of metal and indignation. "Autobitch! Don't sneak up on a mech!"
She can't help the loud bark of laughter that escapes from his reaction. Her arm flops in a wave as she moves around the wall.
"Hehe, sorry fella. Couldn't resist" she grins impishly and casually leans up against the wall, "Hey, if you're thinkin' of takin' your piledrivers to this place, mind if I raid it for spare parts first?"
He can't help grinning back, Chromia's impish grin just has that infectious effect on him. Rumble walks close, grin turning a bit simpering with fake innocence as he does so. "Taking my piledrivers to it? Me? I would never!" He snickers. "Don't ya know I'm a respectable robot and all that slag?"
Chromia shakes her helm, feeling a small prick of pity and guilt for the guy. After all, the only reason he'd gone in there in the first place had been to do her a favour.
Exhaling another brief sigh she grins crookedly at him, "Don't worry slugger. I'll get ya out." She flashes a wink before snatching back the toolkit and extracting her helm.
Chromia takes a few steps back from the machine, pondering how she should go about this. The thing's walls are bolted together, so maybe if she unscrewed the plating bit my bit? Her optic ridges knot. Nah, it's too rusted for that to work. Best bet is flat out sawin' the thing open.
She'd be hoping against that though. Considering the lack of precision that comes with a plasma-saw, most of the circuitry will likely end up damaged beyond repair. Eh, maybe I'll still be able to salvage the hose tubin'... Assumin' Piledrivers there doesn't decide to try gnawin' his way out.A soft snigger leaves her at the thought and she ducks her helm back down to call in, "I'm gonna saw the thing open.
( ... )
A muted yell of indignant rage answers Chromia from inside the dispenser.
Rumble glowers at the walls of his unexpected metal prison and tries the whole flailing thing again, with the same results as before - none at all.
With Chromia using the saw, he does his best to keep away from the walls of the dispenser. The last thing he needs right now is for her to saw him into pieces along with the dispenser. It wouldn't surprise him, with his luck today!
"This is fragging undignified!" the cassette yells over the sizzling of the plasma saw.
She remains highly vigilant of the fact that Rumble's still very much stuck inside the thing. Chromia makes sure not to push the saw in any further than strictly necessary to cut the plating open.
At his next angry bark, she gives a dry snort, "Calm your emote-processor fella. You'll be out in a klik."
Chromia carefully brings the saw further down the dispenser's wall, leaving a tear of smouldered red-hot metal in it's wake. She turns the tool, dragging it across and back up. The most logical route would be to cut out a larger opening in the machine's plating. That way, she should be able to get Rumble out of the tubing without having to cut that apart too.
"Lemme know if it gets too close to ya or anythin'. I'm hopin' to avoid loss of life this time", she calls in with laugh. Somehow she doubts Rumble will find much humour in it though.
"Yeah, frag you, too, Autobitch!" the cassette shouts back.
He truly doesn't find this amusing and watches the progress of the saw very suspiciously. Just in case, he presses himself to the wall on the far side from where Chromia is sawing, or rather, as far away from it as the taut grip the tangled wires have on him permits.
He could, Rumble realizes belatedly, transform to cassette mode. But the tangle of piping and wires has gotten stuck in his joints in some places and if he doesn't time the transformation exactly right, he might just make it worse... Untangling wires from his frame is one thing, untangling them from his tape...
Waiting for rescue isn't that horrible, all thing considered.
"How much longer is this going to take?" he grumbles. "I have plans for this vorn, ya know!"
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Icy groaned. "Please don't, Random!"
"I do not vant the headache!" shouted Hothead, fighting to get through to the front. Icy held him back.
"If you do dot, ve vill transform und fall from the sky!"
Random cackled. "Dot sounds like fun too!"
For some reason, Random decided today was a good day for practicing aerial stunts. Neither of his fellow personality fragments were keen on the idea. He spun a corkscrew in jet mode for fun.
"Raaaaandooooom!" hollered Hothead, "Don't---"
"Und now for ze fun part!" Random transformed to robot mode and entered a free fall. "I can fly like a rock! Wheeeeeee!"
Despite the internal chaos this caused all parts of Blitzwing's mind, collectively he had to admit that the experience was... refreshing. How many times had he literally dropped into battle to scare the slag out of Autobots? There was something about the sound of rushing air, the freedom of knowing he could survive something so reckless...
"And SCHTUPID! Do you even know vot you're aiming for??" demanded Hothead ( ... )
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His vents stuttered as flying dirt and pieces of grass were sucked in before he could shut his ventilation system off.
He gaped, waiting for the dust to settle and whoever had crashed to recover. Or not. Either way, this robot had already made his day less boring by several hundred percent.
"You processorless fragger!" the cassette shouted as soon as he caught sight of Random's face.
And then, calmer... "That was pretty cool. Can you do it again? I wanna record it!"
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"'Processorless' he says... ha...." Hothead slunk off into the corner of Blitzwing's mind that was his. "I need to lie down."
Icy was similarly shaken, but calm nonetheless. It's not like this didn't happen at least once a week. "Are you satisfied now, Random?"
"Yep!"
Blitzwing heaved himself out of the hole he'd made and dusted himself off meticulously. At first it was as though he hadn't heard Rumble. Even though Random was in charge, Icy's sense of cleanliness prevailed. Finally, he looked down. A long way down. Random giggled. This little guy was so small!
"Hallo! Who are you?"
"He asked you a question." Icy reminded him.
Random tapped his chin, obviously thinking. "Vas it about chocolate pudding?"
Icy mentally face-palmed.
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Rumble seethed with resentment as he waited for the big mech to be done primping himself like a fragging pleasure drone and finally acknowledge his existence.
He used the time to take a good look at the mech and wasn't particularly impressed by what he saw. Another one of the big-chinned ones. They were a weird lot, except for pretty femme boss Slipstream, of course.
Rumble had just about decided to shout some more at the mech, maybe help his processor along with a friendly earthquake, when the mech finally looked down at him.
"I'm Rumble," he huffed, still peeved that he had been ignored for so long. "Soundwave's best Cassetticon." He raises his chin challengingly. "Who are you?"
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Figuring it'd be worth a shot, Chromia spins her tires in the direction and speeds towards it. She pulls up and transforms, regarding the place with a sceptical optic. It's only then she notes the other signature pinging on her HUD. Her optics flicker before she moves around to the other side of the building. Her helm pops around the wall, optics falling on the familiar Cassette.
A crooked smile blossoms and (not at all with the intention of startling him) she loudly calls out "Hey Piledrivers!"
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Bored cassette...
At the yell, he jumps, battle systems nearly activating from surprise. He whirls around so fast that he stumbles, gyros struggle to regain his balance before he might meet the ground.
He glowers at Chromia, a teeny-weeny sized heap of metal and indignation. "Autobitch! Don't sneak up on a mech!"
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"Hehe, sorry fella. Couldn't resist" she grins impishly and casually leans up against the wall, "Hey, if you're thinkin' of takin' your piledrivers to this place, mind if I raid it for spare parts first?"
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Exhaling another brief sigh she grins crookedly at him, "Don't worry slugger. I'll get ya out." She flashes a wink before snatching back the toolkit and extracting her helm.
Chromia takes a few steps back from the machine, pondering how she should go about this. The thing's walls are bolted together, so maybe if she unscrewed the plating bit my bit? Her optic ridges knot. Nah, it's too rusted for that to work. Best bet is flat out sawin' the thing open.
She'd be hoping against that though. Considering the lack of precision that comes with a plasma-saw, most of the circuitry will likely end up damaged beyond repair. Eh, maybe I'll still be able to salvage the hose tubin'... Assumin' Piledrivers there doesn't decide to try gnawin' his way out.A soft snigger leaves her at the thought and she ducks her helm back down to call in, "I'm gonna saw the thing open. ( ... )
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Rumble glowers at the walls of his unexpected metal prison and tries the whole flailing thing again, with the same results as before - none at all.
With Chromia using the saw, he does his best to keep away from the walls of the dispenser. The last thing he needs right now is for her to saw him into pieces along with the dispenser. It wouldn't surprise him, with his luck today!
"This is fragging undignified!" the cassette yells over the sizzling of the plasma saw.
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At his next angry bark, she gives a dry snort, "Calm your emote-processor fella. You'll be out in a klik."
Chromia carefully brings the saw further down the dispenser's wall, leaving a tear of smouldered red-hot metal in it's wake. She turns the tool, dragging it across and back up. The most logical route would be to cut out a larger opening in the machine's plating. That way, she should be able to get Rumble out of the tubing without having to cut that apart too.
"Lemme know if it gets too close to ya or anythin'. I'm hopin' to avoid loss of life this time", she calls in with laugh. Somehow she doubts Rumble will find much humour in it though.
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He truly doesn't find this amusing and watches the progress of the saw very suspiciously. Just in case, he presses himself to the wall on the far side from where Chromia is sawing, or rather, as far away from it as the taut grip the tangled wires have on him permits.
He could, Rumble realizes belatedly, transform to cassette mode. But the tangle of piping and wires has gotten stuck in his joints in some places and if he doesn't time the transformation exactly right, he might just make it worse... Untangling wires from his frame is one thing, untangling them from his tape...
Waiting for rescue isn't that horrible, all thing considered.
"How much longer is this going to take?" he grumbles. "I have plans for this vorn, ya know!"
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