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"Cause I'm the one who's gonna make you burn"

18+ / Indie / Non-Selective / Shattered Glass! Rodimus

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Around Cybertron : Shattered Glass ( Profiles )

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Around Cybertron ( Shattered Glass )

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Bam!!

A sticker slap onto you!

The black mech looked down as he felt a bump on his plating and noticed something had been placed there on its surface. He lifted a servo and poked at it's presence, confused by it being there

"What's dis?"

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A human walks peacefully down the street when, suddenly, she encounters a large mech in front of her. She's used to these giant robots, but even so, she approaches cautiously. She comes face to face with... an Autobot? The symbol is an odd color, purple instead of red, but at least he's an Autobot. But even so, he looks different. Perhaps because of the dark color? Or the strange beard?

"Oh, hello mister! You, erm..."

"You have a nice beard, with all my respect! What is your secret, if I may ask?"

The black mech had returned to earth some time in the future. Not much had really seemed to change here, in fact it looked almost exactly the same as when he had left it. That was to be expected though, organics seemed to be absurdly slow about advancing their society, but perhaps that was a good thing. But he wasn't here to steal weapons or technology, no, Rodimus was after a treat, a very specific one to be precise. He was after a nice big can of synthetic oil, and he was currently prowling around the streets looking for some.

Most of the natives had already left after they seen him coming, leaving him plenty of peace and quiet to do as he wanted. This of course would change when he noticed someone was still there. So he paused for a moment and stared back as the other seemed to admire him, and for once actually compliment his beard. He was amused by this and figured the other was trying to get on his better side, so he decided to play along.

"Lots ah maintenance. Gotta keep it lookin' sharp, y'know?"

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Onyxstorm is staring at the other. Optics narrowed into slits. "You give me a wannabe captain vibe."

The black mech looked over to the other.

"How so?"

He didnt really need much of an explination, Rodimus already knew he was forged to lead, he could feel it burning in his ember and engraved deep within his coding. But his status as a 'leader' was stripped from him long ago, and now his current position was a mockery of what it used to be. All the Autobots were just a means to an end here. You might be rolling high and mighty one day, but circumstances could change in an instant, and once your usefulness has finally run out, so would your ember.

Within Optimus's ranks, there was no such thing as 'harmony' or 'balance', only very thin lines, or tethers, that could be stripped away in an instant. This was something rodimus knew well. He seen it and lived it every day, and once, he too, almost became a memory, they were even clearing a spot on the wall for him. He's only still here because one of Optimus's advisors convinced him that rodimus still had some use.

So to say he didn't want to lead a group again, if even a small one, was a lie. If given a chance he would take it and run with it until he couldn't anymore, because offlining on his own terms was much more preferable than the only other option he currently had.

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I hate putting faith into the morality of people and getting disappointed so much, I needed to draw something dark for a change

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If anyone needs him he will be touching up his mustache

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Haughty music blared. A beat that never wound down or faded, setting a background for a roiling pot of greed and sin that never slept. The name and location was one of the closest kept secrets in the galaxy and yet it was CONSTANTLY full. Constantly noisy, constantly smoky, constantly stank, and was always, constantly rich.

The place was a meeting point for some of the worst things the galaxy had to offer. Living beings were sold here, died here, traded here, hired here, killed here. Countless had made their fortunes here, and countless more had lost it all, including their lives.

It was where Lockdown and his team lingered most often. Where he did BUSINESS. And right now, that business was ripe. The bar he lounged in now was a bit more secluded if only because his sort of work required a certain sort of person, and they were never here to party. Nah. Lockdown handled the dirty slag. Bounty work. Merc work.

He and his team were top of the game, too.

And right now he was browsing only the top posts. Bounties and jobs that were so dangerous and anonymous, often times they just contained a target name and a PRICE.

And right now, he was looking at the cream of the crop. Fragging TARN was up, for more shanix than the hunter had ever earned in one setting before.

Interesting.

There was just ONE other who was looking at the same board...and Lockdown almost SNORTED at him.

"...is that slag really painted on?"

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How the mercenary got here wasn't important, but it was obvious that he definitely wasn't from around here. His frame resembled that of hot rod or rodimus, but instead of that usual bright red, it was all replaced with an iridescent black paint job. He had Silver accents on his arms, thighs and spoiler, and his chest was adorned with aggressive purple flames that were outlined in white detailing. In the very center of those flames, there was an Autobot symbol, which was oddly enough, purple instead of red. The symbol blended into those flames, with it's only defining feature being the obvious white outline making it pop. The bots optics and tinted windows were also a dark 'blood' red, attributing to his 'gothic' vibe.

Even though he stood out amongst the others because of his resemblance to rodimus, he still looked the part. Aside from that silly drawn on stache that only really looked good from a distance. He had two weapons, his laser blaster and blaster rifle, magnetized to his hip skirts, along with his flame cannon attached to his back. He was well armed, so it was clear that he too, was here for business reasons.

Having come from another universe, he was eager to to see what game was hereto hunt, and so far rodimus wasn't disappointed. Back in his own universe, most of the dangerous bots were already taken out, which left the weaker ones to be picked off. It just wasn't as fun anymore, and that's why he was here. Rodimus wanted to taste the thrill again, to relive the days before he served optimus. Perhaps this would be what he needed.

Before his thoughts could go any deeper, he was suddenly pulled back to reality by a voice. His helm lifted before turning to look at the other. He wasn't too incredibly enthusiastic about his 'drawn on' mustache being brought front and center.

"An if it is?"

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//Allen pic of the day.

"Gimme that Universal Ground Bridge remote!"

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Vector Prime and Allen about to set some timelines straight. SG Rods is making a mess of things! (These events didn't happen, but were mentioned in joke on Discord)

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Ever since rodimus obtained his multiversal hopping device hes been causing mayhem in other universes. It was only a matter of time before it caught up to him

"is that vector slaggin prime!?"

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Ask:

"I know youse is more knowledgeable about earth things than I am. So tell me, what's ah, 'fish'?" | @hottest-ride

"Oh!" Hot Rod's expression brightens slightly. "They're, like... tokens, I guess? For a competition--or I guess it's more of a scavenger hunt. You use a fishing rod, which has been decorated to attract fish, and if you successfully attract one you reel it in with the rod, and most of the time it's just, you know. A regular fish. Sometimes they've got a gold scale or a platinum tooth or something--just something funky you've gotta look carefully for--and that means you've caught a winner! What you win depends on where you are; it varies from place to place. So, you call your local Fish and Wildlife organization and they'll send someone to prove you've got a winner, and then you get whatever the prize is. In either case, people can throw the fish back or, like, eat it or whatever. A lot of people get the winners stuffed and mounted as trophies."

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The mercenary noticed his bright pink alternate perk up apoun the mentioning of 'fish' and immediately knew he was in for a lecture of some kind. Of course he had walked into this, he had asked about it, he just wasn't expecting a long and albeit unclear explanation. Heck, roddy had only seen the breaded filets his human 'companions' ate during his time on earth, so he barely even knew what a live one looked like.

Aaaaaaand the other roddy lost him- Congratulations! he's now more confused than he was before!

"Uh- Youse mind runnin' dat by me again?"

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If you want to activate sg roddys neurons just talk about weapons in his general vicinity. He knows almost everything about every cybertronian weapon, and his knowledge about them is a talking point for him. He loves weapons and has a collection of them that he's obtained through the years through various means. Yes each one of them has a name and all of them have stories. He usually keeps them to himself because 'thats dumb' in other bots optics but he would tell them to someone he trusts or is willing to listen.

I'm also going to make a short story about his weapons collection soon 👀

Now, he does not know anything about earth weapons, but if he was given the opportunity he would like to learn about them. Its one of the few things he actually cares about.

Also bonus points if you said something wrong about a weapon, he will immediately try to correct you

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Carried straight to my door! How considerate!

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What's that? It's Hot Rod with the steel chair a haddock! Just gonna smack Roddy over the helm with it and then flee.

Congrats, Roddy. You've been cornobbled.

When the slimy fish made contact with the mercenaries helm, he instinctively stepped back apoun feeling the wetness mark his frame. It didn't hurt at all, he was just shocked anyone would just smack him with a fish in the first place, not to mention repulsed by the feeling of the fish slime. He'd put a servo up to his helm and wiped off the slimy substance, looking at the residue on his digits.

And now he's standing there, befuddled and trying to process what just happened.

"The frag was that???"

On the bright side he knows what a fish is now. Obviously they're used for smacking people. Bad news is he's not allowing the other to get away with this, so he's going to pursue the other roddy