Post by Jazzman Crothers on Sept 13, 2011 17:42:30 GMT -5
Maccadam's Old Oil House
For those in the know, sub-level six, on Cybertron's lower east Quadrant, is better known as Maccadam's Old Oil House. - The biggest single source of black market fuel on Cybertron.
Here the scum of Cybertron come to drink. Criminals, mercenaries, aliens, murderers, thieves, dealers, swindlers, weapon merchants, bounty hunters and the occasional Decepticon come here to partake in the cheap energon larger that served.
Here, no strangers to the local pub are the Raiders. Sitting at a long table, with the notable absence of their leader Max Convoy, each Raider has a drink for themselves. Known for living it up after a mission well done, here he Raiders sit in silence, thinking about the fail mission, their leader who had to report the failure to Optimus Prime himself, and Aqualec. The war hero who was killed while serving with the Raiders on this particular mission.
Powerplay just sat their with his chin resting on his hand while a full mug of energon sat in front of him losing it's surge. 'So, what'cha mechs think? Strip Max of his rank and then reassign the rest of us?"
Maverick just stared at his drink. "If were lucky. I think we're going to get guard duty for this screw up."
Post by Onix Solo on Sept 13, 2011 18:54:00 GMT -5
Quickshot sat there slumped in his chair, which meant he was more or less eye level with the table. He stared at the drink placed before him for a little bit, then sighed and pulled himself up. He slide the drink to himself with both hands and took a sip.
"I don't know about you, but I'm not just some bot that can be re-assigned at the whim of whoever leads this army. I'm a Raider until the day I die a Raider."
Quickshot took another sip from the mug
"Plus, I'm not letting the Wreckers go down in the history books as the toughest group of Autobots to fight the war."
Last Edit: Sept 13, 2011 18:54:17 GMT -5 by Onix Solo
Torque drained the last of his drink from his mug and slammed it down on the table.
"To the pit with the Wreckers! I say each of us idividually are as good as their whole team!" he laughed.
He swayed slightly before leaning back in his seat.
"I think I drank that a bit quick..." he muttered.
Swift sat staring at his own drink, which was untouched.
"That mission was doomed from the start. We were totally unprepared for everything that happened. If it was straight up combat, we would have been successful." Swift snatched up his drink and held it up. "To Aqualec. Let us honour him by finding the ones who killed him and ripping them apart, servo by servo!"
Swift knocked back his drink and slammed the empty mug down on the table as Torque had done, then fell back into silence.
Valkyrie had been quiet at the table...It was second nature to shrug off the side glances at her markings... But that wasn't the reason she was angry...
She did partake in Swift's toast to Aqualec though...
"To our fallen Flyer... May the AllSpark guide him home..." she said, as her addition to the toast, then only taking a sip...
She returned to silence, just running a finger around the rim of her cup.
You see... she was angry... no angry would be putting it mildy... fuming was more like it... because she was in the air before Max had even finished the the order to take off... and then had to fall back when the order was cancelled...
"We could have scrapped those 'Cons..." she said, breaking her silence... It was probably true too... Her, Maverick and Swift could have turned the 'Cons into piles of smoldering wreckage... and still accomplished the mission... And that's not counting the sniper support they would have also had...
She continued to stare at her cup, thinking of Aqualec...
"If they demote Max for this 'failure'... They'll have to demote me too..." she added... putting an extra tone of disgust on the word failure...
If it had come to that, she was going to give command a piece of her processer... Especially the high-and-mighty Dinobots...
~Yeah... let's see how they feel being ambushed by a slaggin' sniper...~ she thought... again to their fallen comrade...
"Me Paraphus want to rip Decepticon who kill Aqualec limb from limb then rip him some more and throw him in fire" Paraphus said casually, though he was feeling down rather than angry. Still, the thought made him smile a little. He was resting his head on his arms which were folded on the table. Stareing through his drink. "Paraphus probably go hide again.." He muttered.
Last Edit: Sept 14, 2011 12:59:04 GMT -5 by Highram
Post by Neo Calrissian on Sept 14, 2011 13:28:42 GMT -5
Retroblazer sat nursing a mug of the strongest stuff he could afford. His face gave nothing away as he sipped it slowly, sitting in silence as the others spoke. When he heard Aqualec made a toast, he raised his own glass and knocked back the rest of his drink, shaking his head violently. He sat back with a huge sigh, looking as melancholy as one can with no face to speak of. He spoke lowly, half hoping that no-one would hear him, just wanting to get his troubles off his chest without any fuss. "I 'member when I worked in the factory... there was this mech who me 'n my sister knew, and he got killed- pipe burst and spewed acid all over him. And when we were burying him, my sister started crying- she always cried when stuff like that happened. And the foreman, he put his arm around her shoulder, and he said "Dyin' ain't the sad part, Peregrine- the sad bit's not livin'." Never much got what it meant- always liked it, though. Anyone gonna take the fall for this, it'll be me. I'm security, I'm supposed to stop this slag from happening. Aqualec died cosa me, Max nearly died cosa me. You all nearly died cosa me. If it comes to that, I'm thinkin' I'll have to stand up and say that, if it'll stop you all from taking the flak.[/color]...Slag, I don't wanna get discharged. I liked havin' a job. ...Kept my mind off things." He slumped back, bowing his head and lapsing back into silence.
Post by Onix Solo on Sept 14, 2011 14:06:29 GMT -5
Quickshot took a drink, then shook his head
"Nah, you can't be held responsible for this you couldn't see. If anything, me an Torque should have gotten the spot on that sniper and given him a laser-round through the head, but then they had us tricked with the Empties, there was nothing we could do about that. The 'Cons were clever."
He shook after that last sentence
"I never thought I'd say that. Going to strip a bolt if I ever hear that phrase again."
Swift reached over and patted Paraphus on the shoulder.
"Don't worry about hiding. If I had the choice of hiding or dying, I'd hide every time." he whispered.
Torque managed to slip off and get another drink. He returned in time to hear Retroblazer and Quickshot.
"Quickshot's right. We should have spotted that slagging sniper. You wouldn't have done anything differently, and we would have been deployed the same. Maybe we would have seen the sniper, maybe we wouldn't, luck of the draw." he said, slurring slightly as the energon started taking effect.
He slumped back into his seat and took a long drink. He lightly banged his free hand on the table.
"I joined this outfit to help protect the innocent, to stop them from coming to harm. And what did I do? Blew a defenseless Empty's legs off and slagging well near killed him!"
With that, Torque finished off his second drink, trying to drink away the memory of what he'd done.
Last Edit: Sept 14, 2011 18:38:29 GMT -5 by Bomblast
Post by Jazzman Crothers on Sept 14, 2011 18:59:06 GMT -5
Maverick listened to everyone's opinions and remained quite. I had been a while since he seen his crew and felt a little odd about something. I wasn't that he felt out of touch. In fact he was quite comfortable around them as he always had been. It wasn't that he felt ineffective in battle. Maverick was actually proud of himself for staying out of trouble during the time he had to wait for the Raiders to show up.
No, it was something else. Something that made him nervous but at the same time hyper-energetic.
He lift his drink again and put back a gulp of the energon larger that he knew would give a good surge, thats when he looked in Valkyrie's direction. That nervous hyper-energetic feeling came over him again at the sight of her.
Confused, he stared at Valkyrie for a moment longer, until a loud bang interupted his clouded mind of thought. Powerplay brought a fist down on the table, cracking the length of the smooth metalic surface and making everyone's mug jump up a inch before landing back and making the contents inside fizz a little.
"This is slagged up! I say instead of beating ourselves up for our mistakes, we break Max out of Autobot command. If he goes down, chances aren't too good for us. I say we grab him and go underground! Fight the Decepticons our way, on our terms!"
At the end of Powerplay's suggestion, clapping could be heard from behind his back. Out came a tall mech, with broad shoulders, cover mostly in green color but he sported a yellow chest, with an Autobot symbol in the middle.
As the tall mech stopped clapping, he was flanked by other Autobots that the Raiders knew all too well. He began talking in a know-it-all tone. "Hey don't like me interupt the celebrations. After all, its not like you guys are taking any slag from high command. That in its self is a amazing deed, after what you guys let happen out there in the combat zone."
Powerplay's face began to screw up as an angry expression began to take over his features. "Springer. You need to take you and your Wreckers out of here before I call Impactor to carry your rusty crankcase back to HQ, that is after I've bounced you off the floor a few times. This is a private party, bug out." Sneared Powerplay.
Post by Onix Solo on Sept 14, 2011 20:51:31 GMT -5
Quickshot jumped up and pointed at the Wrecker's leader
"Had it been the Wreckers out there, the Decepticons would have had a higher head-shot count. Couldn't miss your big heads if I had energon blindness, decompressed servos and my battle pistol had a bent muzzle."
Valkyrie's concentration had been broken when Powerplay came down on the table with his fist and made his exclamation.
~Not a bad idea... become Renegades...~ she thought... and before she could think over the details, the sarcastic clapping and 'know-it-all' demeanor emerging from the back of the room...
She was going to let them yell it out, but then Quickshot got up...
Almost on instinct her battle-mask came down and in a flash she was in between Quickshot and the Raiders and Springer and his Wreckers... One hand extended to each side...
"HEY... save it for the 'Cons..." she said, pointedly at the team.... The last thing they needed was to come to blows... and she really wasn't in the mood...
She turned to Springer... although she was somewhat shorter, there was no mistaking that she was furious, as her optics glowed dark purple, causing her mask to do the same.
"And YOU..." she said.
"... You come in here... thinking that we wanted any of that to happen... I've got news for you... sir..." she continued... intentionally adding the tone of disgust to the fact that he was a superior officer...
"While you and your precious Wreckers are kissing up to command, getting the cushy assignments with Commander Prime... its US doing the hard jobs... It's the Raiders going where NO ONE would..." she was having difficulty holding back now...
"That's right no one... Not the Dinobots, Not the Wreckers... Just the Raiders... And if you really think we let ourselves get ambushed... or let one of our team get killed... You know nothing about us... We do what we do so that you and your Wreckers can keep your cushy assignments with the boss... And you know what... we're ok with that... we don't need to kiss up to prove our worth..." she continued.
"So... with all due respect... sir..." she said, again with disgust... "You can take your commentary about how WE do things... and cram it up your exhaust ports... Oh... and like Powerplay said... this is a private party... So unless you're here to pay your respects to our fallen comrade... there's the door, don't let it hit you on the way out..." she ended, pointing to the door.
Even though she left out the 'you wouldn't last a minute with us' but, and agreeing with Quickshot... she very likely crossed the line...
She honestly didn't care about being put on report... what she did care about was her team, and right now they neaded their peace... not the proverbial stirrer of the cesspool...
She would continue glaring at Springer until the Wreckers left...
Last Edit: Sept 15, 2011 23:40:36 GMT -5 by Speedy
Original Character(s) for RP: Valkyrie
I've seen most of Beast Wars and Cybertron, everything else is fuzzy...
I've also seen Animated and intend on following Transformers: Prime
Post by Jazzman Crothers on Sept 17, 2011 9:55:30 GMT -5
Springer crossed his arms as he allowed the Raiders to answer back. The rest of the Wrecker behind him began to get restless as they heard comments from Quickshot, Valkyrie and Swift.
Twintwist was the first Wrecker to speak up. "Cushy assignments? Now your really full of carbon waste aren't you? We're the first ones called on when things get out of control!"
"Bah! Heavy combat is the only place you can find us!" Retorted Whirl.
Topspin then added. "If your so good then why were the Raider put of guard duty protecting the Ark? Were the ones going in to enemy lines and good enough to come back in one piece!"
"I've taken a lot of shots to my head and I still function." Commented Roadbuster.
"I'd sooner run in to a Decepticon bunker, with a atomic bomb strapped to my chest and blow up before I took a cushy assignment!" Said Sandstorm.
"The day I get ordered to play keeper to a bunch of Emtpys is the day I hand in my Autobot badge." Finished Boardside.
"What these guys need is another head on their shoulders to watch their backs, since they're incapable of doing for each other." Joked Rack n' Ruin.
All the Wreckers laughed except for Springer, who raised a hand, making all the Wreckers fall silent. Then, once again in his all too serious voice, Springer spoke but with a deadlier tone. "This has nothing to do with who's better. You guys may have pulled of a few victories, but thats it. When it comes to any other operation, the lot of you can't cut it. Your whole idea of combat is going in and kill everything but at the expense of yourselves. You think anyone wants to join your crew? No and thats because anyone who runs with you will wind up dead. Dead Autobots won't win this war. I could properly respect you for what you have done, but when it gets tough and things don't work out, where do you go? You take your sad crank cases to the local oil bar and drown your sorrows in cheap drinks when you should be honouring the dead like the rest back at HQ. You should be taking the same heat that Max is taking like soldiers. You think I let my leader Impactor take the heat for what happens to us in the field by himself? Were right there all the time and we never leave his side."
Springer then placed his hands on his hips as he made his last point. "So how many more Autobots will Max Convoy allow to die? Are you all willing to die for him? Go ahead and get yourselves killed and say its for the cause. Just remember not to get the rest of us dead in the process. Then again, maybe I am being too hard on all of you. After all, Aqualec was at one time a Raider, maybe it was just his own dumb fault for getting his head blown off?"
"THAT DOES IT!!"
Powerplay's body swung around before anyone knew it and his fist connected with Springer's chin, knocking the Wrecker's second in command back through the robots that stood behind him. He then launched a punch at Topspin and connected while Twintwist jumped on his back to try and pull him off his Jumpstarter brother.
Maverick was fast to join in as he leapt up on to his seat, placed a foot on the table and jumped across to land on top of Whirl, causing the two to start rolling on the floor trading punches.
The rest of the Wreckers began to come to Springer's aid and went after the Raiders to begin a free for all fight as Maccadam's bartender began to protest the fight. "Hey no fighting in here! Take it outside! Aww crap their not listening! No blasters, no blasters!"
Swift cursed and tackled Twintwist, knocking him off Powerplay's back and wrestled him to the ground. As the Aerialbot fought with the Jumpstarter, he started to wonder what the hell he was doing. He decided the best course of action was to try not to hurt his fellow Autobot, but instead to distract him from the others.
Torque remained in his seat, watching as the fight kicked off. He raised his empty mug to his mouth, then realised it was empty and dashed it against the floor.
"Barman! Another drink!" He tried to call above the sounds of the fight.
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