#kupswarstories

[talentandlooks]

Kups standing outside with his arms crossed against his chest, he's waiting for Hotshots shop to open ...may be it ten minutes before when he notices the sign come on. He debates going on in before he shakes his helm and goes in. The old mechs got something in his servo as he goes in glancing around, looking for the multi colored speedster.

The moment the shop is open, the doorwinger perks up from behind the counter, ready to give his normal greeting--only to see a familiar face. "Kup! Primus, it's good to see you! How have you been?"

[ask-smokescreen]

kups-war-stories

*Slaps down adoption papers and walks away* 

... Kup? Hey, what’s this about? I’m a grown mech! Haha, come on. You’re already like a grandpa to me without any official adoption going on.

[cybertronian-medical-files]

There's a soft ping to one of the 'non emergency' lines. Usually it was mechs having questions but this time it was the old mech.

Kup waited patiently for the little yellow protable-com to ring, when he heard the click of it being picked up he muttered, "hey..doc This is kinda embarrassing. I'm outside my hab suite... I eh.. I can't get up"

Knockout picks up the com to answer it. The other medics were currently busy. "Hello-" Before he could say the greeting he realized the mech on the other end was not doing too well. "Okay, it's alright. This isn't anything to be embarrassed over. Can you tell me what happened?"

[willnotgogently]

There's the sound of laughter and a familiar mechs voice calling out above the noise for them to calm down. "TELL US ABOUT-!"

Kup pushed the drunk mech over who just busted up in a fit of laughter. The old mech shook his helm then started at another story, midway through he froze seeing a familiar face in the back or the bar and he jumped down ignoring the calls after him. The old mech crossed his arms and smiled down, "been a while since I saw you last," he spoke softly to Rung,

Rung turned when he heard the familiar voice and smiled, setting the clean glasses he'd taken from the dishwasher into a section under the bar so they could be easily taken out when needed. "It has been a while. I hope that you're doing well."

[dizzydiodes]

@kups-war-stories asked:

(G1)

Kup was sitting out by himself watching the sunset on earth. The old mech reached up to rub at his neck pressing his lips together. He always felt old but today it weighed like a blanket.

He had snapped at Hotrod and Optimus earlier and the guilt was settling in.

Sunsets were one of the things Earth did better than Cybertron, in Bumblebee’s opinion. While some of his friends didn’t see the appeal, the minibot insisted on watching it as often as possible.

The fact that someone else was already in his usual spot wasn’t unusual, though Bumblebee was surprised by just who it was.

“I don’t usually see you out here,” the little Volkswagen said in greeting as he sat beside the older Autobot, “Think it’ll be a good one?”

[siilverdxmon]

Kup just raises a brow, "Through you woulda been slagged by now.." the old mecha grunts crossing his arms to his chest.

Sideswipes audio fins perked up as his attention went from sharpening his blades to the sudden voice. The silver mech let out a chuckle as he sheathed his weapons.

“Ouch relax, I’m not that easy to kill, after all Ironhide did mentor me.”  Smirking he crossed his arms, fully intending on copying the other. “You however, I’m surprised you haven’t kicked the bucket yet”

[doorwings]

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"Not illegal if you don't get caught"

“Don’t encourage poor behavior.”

[timexfdying]

[ sacrifice]

The first thought he had was ‘What is up with Autobots putting themselves in danger all the time?’.

The second thought was a flurry of rage that had him bringing his guns to the fore and tossing one of his more sturdy turrets at his side for extra protection. Moving so he could place Kup behind him, he didn’t bother to take careful aim like he normally would. It would use a few more bullets than normal, but he could handle the cost if it meant making sure this was over with quickly.

“Call a medic!” Deadlock snarled angrily.

‘Target dismissed. Target dismissed.’ The turret chirped happily as it’s targets were taken down in quick succession.