#bellumtenetur

[red-in-revolt]

" Red! Babe~ how are we? How are the brothas?" Gestures broadly with a particularly gleaming grin.

Redstrike doesn't answer so much as he glides over to Swindle and promptly grabs his face before kissing him soundly. He pulls back with purr and grins, "We, are quite well, though missing you dearly. I'm glad to see you're whole and well."

[a-life-revised]

There is a Swindle in his room. Staring at him with that squinting expression of 'how did you manage this?' whilst chewing on a cygarette," ... I shouldn't reward you for taking risky risks. Where was the cost benefit analysis here? But I'm gonna cause otherwise you might try to get out of bed on your own." Stalking closer to the berth, hauling himself up with a grunt," But first-" He reaches out to prod the Slagmaykr in the nasal ridge," ... H-how ya feeling huh big mech?" A little awkward, without the polish or shine he's known for. Attempting earnestness, when its not second nature to just... ask?

Swindle was staring at him, which made him... mildly uncomfortable. Not that he didn't think Swindle shouldn't be there, but mostly because he wasn't certain why Swindle would want to be. He supposed he was grateful, at least, to be worth checking up on. "I was clearing rubble- it fell. It's not the first time I've ever had something fall on me, Swindle." It's just the first time he'd been out of commission about it. He has gotten soft.

"I'm... alright, I suppose," he hedged, optics crossing a little as Swindle poked at him. "I've had worse." Nothing so much that.. had scared him, however. He hadn't even been able to call for help.

Being separated from that, from Rung, Optimus, Elegy, Compass- everyone, was.. terror incarnate. Another time, he would find it fascinating.

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They'd ended up pulled through a strange rift during a paid mission. Guarding some stupid scientist, while also picking apart some of their secrets for their own gain. And on arrival, its noticeable just how... SMALL everyone really is. So small that even Swindle would have felt tall. Was he somewhere here? Pulled through by some attached Miracle? Onslaught doesn't feel the cold emptiness to suggest he's gone. Just the usual wall. Brawl is poking around the room. Scraping to fit with his obvious cannon turret. Blastoff politely reading some of the posters. Tex on the other hand is now flipping a knife up and down his palm. Stretched over the back of Onslaught's shoulders with his double missile turrets to brace him. Onslaught glances at the tiny seat. And back to... B. " B was it-?" His voice a deep growl as he watches the smaller brightly colored mech," ... Commander Onslaught." Tone almost amused as he adds lightly," Gestalt Division. Unit Combaticons of the First Iaconian Defense Force." A pause. A low dark laugh," Newly arrived." The others around him echo his humor. Though Tex snickers, flicking the knife a little more pointedly.

Once the other settles into being more obviously threatening and superior, B... relaxes, oddly enough. This is familiar and normal. A bigger bot acting like you were a trivial little thing, like they could bust you up and nobody would blink? That's normal in Iacon!

...Well, it WAS normal in Iacon. Optimus is changing all that. Getting the miners' t-cogs back is changing all that, so maybe B should try being more assertive?... That one guy in the back has a knife. Assertive can wait, for now. Onslaught looks like he could smush B without a second thought, even if B managed to dodge the first step.

His little antennae twitch a bit, before folding back tight to his helm. "...are you part of the Elite Guard?" If they are, that's... that's not great. Because they're supposed to be banished up on the surface with D-16- ...Megatron, now. But B also doesn't want to assume things and piss off four angry soldier-bots. Maybe Optimus is setting up a new defense force outside of the guard. "Or- if you're newly arrived, did you just start? I just started, too! I used to do other stuff, but-"

And then B is shuffling through some datapads and cartridges, little chips and projectors for viewing data. He sets one down at the front of the Desk and it powers up, showing Optimus smiling awkwardly. The text on it reads 'WELCOME TO IACON'.

"Now I do this! What's a gestalt? ...Can I ask that? Is it super secret? I'm not gonna brag, but I'm kinda a big deal around here. Privvy to ALL the good stuff, so, uh, I'm definitely allowed to know. If you can tell me."

[symphonicdemise]

A bottle of fine high-grade will find uts way to Tarn via Drone courier. The tag attach is fine gilded Vellum and simply inscribed-

' For the Commander

From the Merchant '

Enjoy the Kaonite Whiskey Commander.

Well, he certainly wasn't expecting this. His digits stroke over the gilded tag for a moment.

The hint of a smile tugs at the corners of his lips. He stands and brings the bottle to his cabinet that holds a collection of various decanters and bottles. Different shades of pink liquid held within.

"What a kind gift, Swindle. I hope that's all this is, and not some ulterior motive." He hums aloud.

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@bellumtenetur

:3c Chin Hands.

"Hi, Swindle."

[helicrazy]

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Vortex will admit there are times when he makes a mistake or does something he didn’t mean to do which leads to a task going completely off the rails. This time however he really had no control over the situation. He merely stood too close to (what was supposed to be) an inactive space bridge, and the next thing he knows it turns on and he gets pulled into it with no warnings. Leaving him stranded on some other planet that wasn’t Cybertron or Earth. 

It could have happened to any of the other Combaticons really, he just so happened to be the lucky one of the bunch. On the plus side, where ever he landed seemed Cybertronian friendly as the locals simply looked in his direction when being teleported here, then carried on as if nothing happened. 

His rotors curiously twitch as he takes in his surroundings. Knowing that he must be far as both his comm line and gestalt bond were silent. Otherwise, it would be filled with a mixture of rage, concern, and confusion. And right now the silence is a little disturbing but he pushes that aside. They will look for him, no matter how far he is. He will reunite with them again. Soon. 

Hopefully. 

To distract himself he starts to saunter in a certain direction. Having no clue where he was going but anything was better than standing around waiting for Primus knows how long, and slowly losing his mind in the process. Better to interact with the people, find out where he is and figure out a plan from there. 

Surely these beings have heard of spaceships before. 

[apathetic-until-distracted]

:: Dead End. Did you know you accidentally sent me a link to 'Heat Death and how to End it All' monthly? I mean... Is this a hint or just a missile?:: Swindle had to admit the articles were interesting, if morbid and depressing. Very Dead End. :: And if not. Did I need to I dunno- I've got some books on similar topics?::

Oh- it's Swindle. His mood lifts for half a second at the thought that Swindle is checking up on him, before remembering that Swindle is trying to run from his gestalt, at which it plummets, again. They're both in the same boat, except Swindle is trying to find a way out and Deadend has already accepted that they're sinking without a single boat or life vest.

And neither of them fly, either. He'd say he was glad they were going down together, but..

::Hey, Swindle. I thought it might be an interesting read. Did you know the Universe is still expanding, but it's gonna snap back like a rubber band and crush everything inside, and then restart all over, again? How many times has it restarted? Do you think we've had this conversation, before?::

[ofvaporex]

@bellumtenetur said (x):

" Care for a generous donation to open a couple clinics? I'll lob in medical equipment."

"I wouldn't say no to a generous donation to open these clinics, but I don't- I can't open another clinic behind the back of the ruling party. I can't see another clinic get closed like that, I- I just can't."