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-Smokescreen nodded and glanced at Cliffjumper, but kept his audios open.-

:I bet we'll be placed in the energon storage on the ship. How much do you wanna bet that Kreep Out's room is somewhere near there? It would make sense that he'd bunk near the medical area. And their medical room would be placed near the energon supply for emergencies. Right?:

/The red mech followed him puzzled before he saw him disappear in the pile of unprocessed energon./

::Hey what are you-::

/He cuts seeing Smokescreen’s head sticking out out of pile of cubes, with the usual sheepish grin stuck on his face./

::I don’t know where to even begin on how disturbing that looks.::

/And he was being honest. But before he could share any other clever comments on the subject, Smokescreen grabbed his hand and pulled the red mech into the pile with him. Instinctively Cliffjumper held his companion’s arm tightly knowing that letting go would probably result in more energon in his guts than he ever needed./

::Well this is awkward, never got to holding hands on the first date.:

:What? Ewww. Don't say it like that. You sound like Kreep Out... Eugh.:

-Smokescreen nearly shuddered at thinking about the awful creepy Decepticon, but settled with a roll of the optics.-

:Admit it. I'm pretty clever, huh? The Cons will let us on their ship and not even realize it.~:

-He smirked and elbowed Cliffjumper. Smokescreen opened his mouth to make another comment to the other Autobot, but paused after hearing the cart squeak. Soon they were moving slowly.-

:Looks like we timed it just right.:

/They could hear some faint voices in the distance. This place didn’t look like very tightly secured. Probably the mine was in the last stage of exploit, Cons were wrapping things up before leaving and destroying all the evidence behind (and by evidence it meant blowing up the whole thing to pieces, leaving nothing to scavenge)./

:They should have a bridge or some elevator or something to bring the energon on board. I’ve seen it before.:

/There was only one way - and it went down, deep into the mine. But they could feel a light, pleasant breeze on their armours, which meant that there was another opening down there. Probably a decepticon made shaft or something./

:Question is, how long till the next shipment.:

-Smokescreen rubbed his chin as he looked around the mine while they both continued to sneak deeper.-

:Yeah. Good point.:

-He paused after seeing an unguarded stack of energon cubes, already loaded onto a cart. It was most likely one of the last shipments the Decepticons were going to get out of this mines.-

:Wait....Got an idea! Follow me.:

-Without a moment to spare, Smokescreen darted out from cover and glanced around before running to the stack. He activated his phase shifter and jumped into the energon pile. He then stuck his head out to wave Cliffjumper.-

/Cliffjumper smiles to himself. This brings up the old times. Staying close to the ground he takes his position at the other side of the entrance and nodding to Smokescreen they both cautiously enter the mine, weapons ready to fire any moment if they’d end up surprised./

:There’s a guard ahead.:

/The smaller mech takes notice of the lone drone standing on the lookout. The ones they followed had to disappear deeper into the mine./

:Lemme take care of it~:

/He hums playfully and with the help of the shadow he inches closer to the drone, standing behind his back. He taps his shoulder politely and when he turns around confused Cliff walks around him (being smaller has it’s benefits) and pierces his chest with a hidden blade. The drone curls up letting out a faint groan and the autobot pushes him gently onto the ground./

:Take a nap buddy. Coast is clear.:

-Smokescreen watched with a childlike expression of awe as Cliffjumper quickly and quietly dispatched the guard.-

:Nice!:

-He moved from his crouching position, looking around for any signs of nearby Decepticons. Satisfied with Cliffjumper's assurance in his next statement, Smokescreen jogged over to join the shorter red mech.-

'Keep that up and we'll get onboard in no time! Man, I can't wait to hear Kreep Out's reaction when I get his stuff.'

-With a soft snicker, Smokescreen sneaks ahead Cliffjumper and peaks his head around the incoming corner, scouting for more guards.-

#BC #Don't touch those Kreep Out

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Go. AWAY.

#BC #prepareforsurgery

Admit it, kid. You like all the attention from Knock Out. Too bad you're too immature to know how to handle it~

This again? I'd much rather have a scraplet on me than talk to Kreep O again. So there. Frag off.

Don't even remind me of the whole....kissing fiasco. BLEH.

/Clff nods and peeks out the tree a bit to see where are their targets headed. Looks like they were just patron drones. He squats down and swiftly moves in closer to overhear what they were talking about. At time like this he missed his cloaking mod, thing’s would be easier./

::Looks like our cannon fodder is heading back to their mine.::

/He throws over the comm and waves his hand discretely to give his partner the sign to inch closer./

::The plan is simple, we follow them back to the mine, keeping the low profile. Hitchhike their ground bridge or whatever will bring us back to the ship, split up, and go for the prize. Easy-peasy.::

:Just what I like to hear. Heh heh.:

-He gives Cliffjumper a thumbs up gesture and slowly begins to inch towards the mine's entrance. He shifts to one side and keeps a watch out for more of the Vehicons until Cliffjumper can follow beside him.-

:Alright. Let's get this show on the road, ha!:

Oh right, you’re one of those war kids.

/He smiles a bit sadly. He felt bad for all those young mechs who got forged in the middle of this whole mess, not being able to experience anything else beside endless fighting. He continues tapping his temple first, giving a sign to switch to comms./

::For my pre-war career - it’s nothing interesting. I was running errands for A.I.D., you know Altihex was never big but many types went through the famous casino so you had to keep your optics on on trouble.::

/Red mech pauses moves swiftly between the trees staying out of sight. So far no sign of Cons, but the cave was pretty close from their current position./

::Anyway, I was just a delivery boy for the Altihex’s local forces. Which later ended up in joining the Autobots after the war broke out and working in the Intel ever since.::

-Smokescreen nods bashfully after Cliffjumper gives him the sign to switch to comms.-

:Still sounds pretty awesome.:

-He then freezes and hides behind the closest tree after spotting drone movement. He waves to Cliffjumper and nods, holding up a single digit to signal how many Vehicons were currently in view.-

:Alright. Just to make sure we're clear on the plan, let's discuss it one more time.:

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[23:29] Smokescreen: Seeker KO is so weird looking :U [23:29] Knock Out: haha [23:29] Knock Out: he's just poorly designed [23:30] Smokescreen: A big, hot mess o-);;;; [23:30] Knock Out: are you admitting i'm hot, smokey o-) [23:30] Smokescreen: What [23:30] Smokescreen: NO [23:30] Smokescreen: NOOOOO [23:30] Knock Out: O-) [23:30] Smokescreen: EWWWW

#OOC #Go away Kreep Out

Just imagine Knock Out trapping you in an alley again. And he begins to give you doorwing rubs~

...

No. Just. NO.

I would rather have my doorwings fall off than Kreep O touch them. Yuck.

/The smaller autobot moves closer to his companion, staying close to the ground and gestures to his partner to hide behind the large trees. The coast looked clear, but things liked to get ugly pretty fast for most of the time./

Well, /He smirks and follows Smokescreen’s example, getting his weapon ready./ depends if you mean during or before war.

-Smokescreen gave a small shrug and glanced over his shoulder to Cliffjumper.-

The war's all...I've really know. Never got to experience what it was like before, heh.

-He crossed his arms together and slowly proceeded forward, glancing along the distant tree lines.-

I've heard plenty of stories about pre-war life, but it seems...foreign I guess.

/Cliffjumper laughs confirming the coordinates and the ground bridge slowly opens, filling the room with the bright green light. The smaller mech moves closer to it and casually bows./

After you~

/He smiles and waits for Smokescreen to go ahead and follows him, first making sure that noone saw them leave. If anything they can just make up an excuse that they went on a patrol, but Cliffjumper didn’t want to make up stories just yet./

-Smokescreen mock salutes before he dashes through the open ground bridge. He glances around eagerly after arriving through the other side and flicks his doorwings up and down. After Cliffjumper follows through the portal behind him, he converts one servo into a blaster, just incase.-

Now the fun begins.

-He glances to Cliffjumper and smirks before they both set off in the direction of the mine. The walk wouldn't take absurdly long.-

So....what kind of stuff did you do on Cybertron? I studied in the Elite Guard, but...eh...It's not much these days.

Hey, Prime would be preeetty upset if I let something to happen to our new recruit, now wouldn’t he?

/Red mech snorts playfully and pokes Smokescreen’s side with his elbow./

I have a feeling in my metal guts that this - /He points one of the red circles on the screen./ - might be our lucky guess. If not there’s another dropzone nearby, just one hour stroll away through the woods. I hope you like sightseeing.

I would walk around the whole planet once or twice if it means getting on Kreep Out's nerves. What's a little hour of walking?

-Smokescreen grins and chuckles, playfully elbowing Cliffjumper in return.-

What do you say, Cliffjumper? Ready to go sightseeing?

titanicdrone

Fearstorm gives a loud scoff. “Look, I understand that you’re puny and all, but let me explain something to you, sparklet: nobody chases me anywhere, and nobody especially forces me to do something I don’t wanna do.” He punctuates this with an ominous rumble of his engine. “Besides, I can’t kiss anyone, I don’t have a mouth.”

As the story unfolds, he feels a burgeoning sense of horror. “Oh, no. You… poor Knock Out. Poor Knock Out. Man, you know, I always knew the doc was tough, but he must have bearings of titanium to have been able to put up with that. Eurgh. And—wait. Wait a second.”

Fearstorm doesn’t really care about the whole “waxing” aspect, really. Waxing is a thing that happens to other people, in his world. He’s a clean mech, but at any given time he’s rather scuffed and dented, mostly because he simply doesn’t care. “You said that the first mech you speak to, you hafta kiss? You’re the first mech I’ve spoken to since I got the Toe.”

He contemplates this. “If… if Knock Out had to do it then…” Then surely it would be expected of him, as well…

-As soon as Fearstorm mentions Knock Out, he shakes his head and makes an extremely loud shriek.-

NOPE. FREE PASS BUDDY. ENJOY IT. GO FIND A DECEPTICON TO KISS OR SOMETHING. KISS A WALL FOR ALL I CARE. JUST LEAVE ME ALONE.

-Smokescreen panics and transforms into his Vehicle mode. Time to go for a drive. Get as far away from the area. La. La. La. This wasn't happening. Nope. Nope. Nope.-

#titanicdrone

… Let’s pretend this conversation never happened then.

-He doesn’t bother responding to Fearstorm’s other questions and simply stares down at his servos, questioning why his luck was so horrible.-

No one will ever know. Just turn off your Comm. while you still have a chance, Decepticon. For the love of Cybertron. Just….throw your mistletoe away. It’s not worth it. I TASTED WAX. And I think it was flavored too.

-At this point, Smokescreen goes off into a ranting tangent.-

titanicdrone

"Turn off my comm? And let the rest of the net miss out on that sick burn? Don’t think so, kid," Fearstorm responds, the smugness returning to his voice for a moment. He had not, after all, been making any of these communications private.

His mood once again shifts into bewilderment when Smokescreen starts ranting, and Fearstorm actually recoils. “You’re supposed to eat it? I can’t do that.” This doesn’t do anything to stem the flow, though, and Fearstorm is left just to listen, to confused to do anything else. Was this what happened when you had a sense of taste? Hmm. Couldn’t be—plenty of other drones could taste…

Must be an Autobot thing. “Have you lost your mind?” He finally asks quite frankly.

Don't let anyone see you with it! They'll make you kiss them! They'll trick you talking first....And then chase you into an alley and....make you kiss them.

-Smokescreen's voice cracks repeatedly as he explains, though in a very roundabout way, not even seeming to hear Fearstorm's last question.-

WHO POLISHES THEIR FACE WITH WAX?! It seems ridiculous, right?! But, apparently Kreep Out does! And don't even get me started on the fact that I never kissed anyone before! UGH.

What a fragging creep!

-As Smokescreen rants with an bewildered and embarrassed tone, his door wings flick up and down wildly.-

I was getting out the base to avoid having to kiss anyone. And who's the first mech I run into!? Kreep O! Why. Me.

And the wax tasted HORRIBLE.

#titanicdrone

… Please tell me you don’t have one of those mistletoe things the humans sent.

-It’s the only thing Smokescreen can manage to say, seeing as the horrible ordeal he experienced was still fresh on his mind.-

titanicdrone

The vehicon’s gloating is interrupted by Smokescreen’s question, which confuses him somewhat. “Mistle…? Oh. Yeah,” he replies, “I did.” He struggles for a moment between wanting to ask something that has been nagging at him and further mocking Smokescreen.

"What is a Mistle, anyway? Who do humans give out their toes? Are they a good luck charm? I heard back on Cybertron turborabbit feet were supposed to be good luck. Unless," he adds, "that’s just a rumor.”