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"You can't make a nose look good. Y'just can't." Fearstorm shakes his head, crossing his arms. "He looks good with the mask on, though, so I can't fault ya there. Big and powerful, kinda bucks the puny trend the Autobots seem to have."

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The Scenic Route

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Hardshell had his attention back on the sand, but soon engine rumbles caught his attention. He then tries to stand up, wobbling and sinking into the sand slightly before he transforms into his Insecticon form. He wiggles out of the sand and watches the three Decepticons trying to race in the sand and cackles.

He crouches forward and unfurls his wings, producing a loud buzzing sound as he flapped them faster and faster. Quickly, Hardshell lifted off of the sand, swaying back and forth in the air. The Insecticon continued to chuckle as he attempted to steady himself and slowly inched forward, as if testing out how well he could fly.

Eventually he darts forward and trails behind Fearstorm, making the battle cry his kind was known for the entire time.

/The bruiser snorts amused after Knock Out gave out the signal and automatically got stuck in the sand. Breakdown himself kicks a fair share of dust into the air but a moment later he bounces off the ground and jumps forward, storming through the sand and leaving a visible trail of his tires behind him./

/It wasn’t hard to take the lead in this race, so on purpose he slows down a bit to not lose the others out of his sight. He could see Fearstorm slowly trudging through the sand and his partner was somewhere completely in the back./

/The sudden Insecticon cry out of nowhere startles him. He takes a sharp turn and makes a circle stopping with the hood facing the other racers. Was that Hardshell?/

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Move, slaggit! Move!

-Knock Out shouts at his wheels, rotating them at full horsepower. For all his effort he barely moves forward a considerable distance - if anything he’s making backward progress, insttead. Noticing this, he tries going in reverse - a little better, but again - the displacement is negligible.

Oh for fu-?

-Oh? Oh! Just as he was about to give up, slowing down gives him the traction necessary to roll forward an impressive yard forward.

That’s more like it!

-Always the quick learner, Knock Out pushes his way across the sand slowly but steadily, in a a side-winding dance of sorts.

#alpha-insecticon #prepareforsurgery #breaking-things-down #hawaii party

Fearstorm's pace is nothing that could possibly bring him close to Breakdown's, but he moves along steadily, his weight giving him enough traction to get a good rolling start. He veers towards the surf once more (whether out of design or out of the effects of the high grade is uncertain), and as he veers back towards dry land Hardshell's sudden earth-shattering cry startles him.

He doesn't stay startled for long, though, giving his engine a bass-deep thrum of enthusiasm. "Right on, Insecticon!"

Knock Out, by that point, has worked out how to handle this sandy, shifting terrain, and pulls well ahead of Fearstorm, who doesn't seem to mind bringing up the rear. He soon adapts his driving when he sees how Knock Out generates traction, though he doesn't snake back and forth quite as gracefully as the smaller, lighter vehicle.

The trick helps, and the heavier vehicle finally begins to pick up some speed, slowly but surely.

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"Another Starscream? Unicron in the Pit, what did I do to deserve this!?"

#I've been a good Decepticon #haven't I?#absolutisticseeker

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treacherous--decepticon

#and That Afthole Starscream.

How original.

#((hehe no worries!#thank you for tolerating Fearstorm #and his tendency to be a butthead 8)#these two need to snipe at each other more~))

"I call 'em like I see 'em, sir."

Lending a Hand

-Shockwave transitions towards another crate and reaches in. He lifts up a large arm and looks over to Fearstorm, as if mentally comparing the two.-

Yes. This is it. And you are in luck. This was originally meant to be for one of my earlier Insecticon specimens when I first discovered their kind, but they adapted with such powerful limbs. The weapon was an unnecessary addition to them.

-He then moved towards Fearstorm, more or less keeping the arm against his side. Shockwave placed the arm down and motioned for Fearstorm to lay flat on his back immediately after.-

First we shall begin the attachment process. This will be trial and error until the arm responds to the wiring correctly.

The enormous drone does as he is instructed, utterly docile under Shockwave's direction. The scientist even has a berth that he can actually fit on, seeing as he's used to working with machines and mechs much larger than the norm...

"Understood, sir. I'll do my bets to be helpful." It shouldn't be too hard to follow directions and let Shockwave know if anything isn't fitting in properly, but at the same time, Fearstorm is acutely aware of his own limited understanding of anatomy.

"So, you made this for the Insecticons?" That would explain why the arm is so big. "What exactly does it do, as a weapon?"

#Glorious Master Megatron #Wise and Dutiful Soundwave #and That Afthole Starscream

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Lending a Hand

-Shockwave gestures against the the berth space and looks up to Fearstorm.-

Very well. Sit down and we shall begin.

-He stands still as Bido climbs up his frame and watches as the Micron tucks himself under the plate of his chestplate again. Shockwave then turns away from the berth and goes to sort through his supplies. In a large crate positioned aligned in the corner of the lab, Shockwave reaches in and pulls out what looks a processor. He silently shakes his head and places it back into the crate.-

Internal parts.

-He moves onto the next crate and pulls out a large metal plate. He turns it over a few times.-

Armor plating. I will need to repair the burns on these samples when I have the chance…

-Shockwave moves onto the third crate and reaches in, pulling out a tiny limb as well as a leg. Oddly enough, the colors are mismatched.-

Previous experiments.

-Shockwave then looks around the lab and moves back beside the berth.-

I suggest you relax. It will be a simple installation after I can find the rigt components to install the limb.

Fearstorm obediently sits on the berth, hunching over and resting his elbows on his knees. He watches Shockwave with a sort of blank attentiveness, letting himself settle into that comfortable thoughtless place he goes while waiting between active orders.

An ordinary Cybertronian, one who might still cling to some shred of civilization after the countless eons of war out of a memory of a time before it, might be somewhat rattled by the sight of boxes full of various body parts being rifled through as casually as if they were no more than spare nuts and bolts.

Fearstorm has a much simpler and more pragmatic view of the world around him. After all, he was constructed in a factory, a place overflowing with spare parts, and furthermore, as a drone, he's seen his fair share of carnage and dismemberment. War is like that. If he were normal-sized, and he were to die, he'd expect some of his components to be re-used to repair other drones or maybe even make new ones. Their resources were finite, especially now, in these hard times.

This mindset, combined with an innate sense of trust that is very simply programmed in (a trust that won't go away unless it has reason to) result in a very seriously un-creeped-out drone. Or, well, the body parts and mumbles don't bother him, but the micron... that's another story.

"Yes, sir," he replies obediently, straightening and willing himself to calm down. He's not too terribly wound up now that Bido is out of sight, and his plating soon settles comfortably against frame. "Anything else I can do to help?" He cocks his head as he tracks Shockwave's progress across the lab.

Unexplored Territory

If Skyquake had the ability to, he would have grit his teeth at the mention of Starscream surviving, but he can’t so he simply grunts instead. "He probably is. He has a knack for lying and conniving."

Like Fearstorm, Skyquake can sometimes tend towards blind loyalty. Quite frankly, he doesn’t want to imagine Megatron allowing someone like Starscream back into the ranks. To Skyquake, Starscream is a living personification of everything he detests - a mech who is more content to go through war based on lies and underhandedness, than honor on a battlefield. Someonw who is every bit as like to betray his own kind as he is the enemy. Someone who will sell information if it means his miserable existence.

"He seems to be a mech of many lives," Skyquake says, before adding, “Unfortunately. It is also unfortunate our master is missing. I cannot confirm whether he intended for Starscream to be with us or not. If he did, I will honor his wishes. If he didn’t, I’d be delighted to end Starscream’s life myself.”

At the next subject, he pauses, thinking. In truth, Skyquake hadn’t much considered the humans of the planet. His interaction with them has been minimal, at best and he has no strong opinion on them either way. “I suppose Lord Megatron would find uses for them somehow,” he says. “If nothing else, their… internet, and their communication devices may have slight use to us.”

Fearstorm already liked Skyquake. He is fierce, but also fair, and dedicated to the cause. In short, he's more or less precisely what Fearstorm wants in a superior. The drone doesn't expect to be coddled by the officers above him, but he resents those who mistreat the vehicons. Skyquake isn't like that. Hearing him speak so frankly about Starscream only furthers his esteem in the drone's eyes. Fearstorm had died long before he'd met this mech, but he's quite glad that this new seeker and his brother had stepped in before he'd returned to the land of the living.

"Hm. Maybe.." Fearstorm hadn't investigated earth technology very much. He'd made a few brief forays into the "internet," and while it was definitely very appealing with its midis and its neat animated pictures of fire and skulls, he hadn't felt the need to spend a lot of on it. Maybe he should try again. "Either way, I hope he comes back soon. It just feels... wrong without him."

Fearstorm checks his position and veered into the right lane. Up ahead, there is a turn he'll need to make to double back and complete his patrol route; it's nearly time to headback to the ship.

Unexplored Territory

Skyquake chuckles at Fearstom’s first comment. "Indeed I do as well. How he managed to make his way back onto the Nemesis with Megatron’s permission is beyond my understanding."

"I think he’d like to work towards colonizing other planets as well, not just this one. But this one will be a start, since it has such large Energon deposits." He watches the land below, following Fearstorm and the layout of the road, angling his wings to turn slightly when the road bends. “And that thy are. We have creatures to deal with up here. Birds, I think they all them. I’m lucky one hasn’t flown into my turbines yet.”

They'd mentioned their errant Lord more than once in the conversation so far, but something about the direct way Skyquake referred to him quite suddenly reminds Fearstorm of his deeply-felt absence. It's very disheartening, not having Megatron around. "It doesn't sound right. I think Starscream is lying about it, somehow."

He goes on, "See, right before I died, I had the chance to kill him. Lord Megatron was willing to throw Starscream's life away. It's hard to imagine he'd let him stay after all that." After a pause, the drone adds, "But it's not my place to question him, and if Starscream is telling the truth, then I gotta trust Lord Megatron had a good reason for keeping him around."

That, of course, is sheer blind loyalty speaking. "Well, if he wants this world, then he'll have it. Birds, bugs, and all. Think he'll wanna keep the humans? They seem kinda... y'know, they're real little and kinda squashy, but I dunno, they could be useful."

Lending a Hand

In that case, I believe I know which weapon would be best suited for one of your frame type as well as fighting style. It is a hybrid of a firearm, but can convert into a makeshift hand when it is necessary to grab or lift.

-Shockwave turned away from Fearstorm and watched as Bido finished downloading the schematics and scurried back down the lab’s terminal. He crawled to the floor and scampered over to Shockwave, seeming to wish to avoid the large drone.-

Bear in mind, this weapon is only a prototype. While it has been built, it has yet to be tested. But, it is only has a small chance of malfunctioning. Less than ten percent.

Fearstorm tilts his head, intrigued. He's never been granted a heavier-duty weapon than the one he'd been manufactured with, and the prospect of wielding something more powerful is definitely appealing.

Fearstorm gives a startled little side-step when Bido scuttles past, clearly as unnerved by the micron as it is of him. He's going to have to learn to get used to them, he supposes--there's one waiting back in his room for him, after all, and sooner or later he's going to need to... to bond with it, or something.

First thing's first, though. "Understood, sir. I'll let you know if it acts up." He perks up slightly. "This can be its test run." The idea of helping Shockwave with his research, even in such a small and oblique fashion, definitely strikes a chord with the drone's loyalty programming.

Lending a Hand

-Shockwave glances back to his lab and looks around. There was enough space on his operating berth for the large to sit down atleast. He gestures to the area for Fearstorm to approach it and he then turns his attention to Bido.-

Bido, begin downloading the schematics from the terminal.

-Without another word, Shockwave walked over to the operating table and waited for Fearstorm to follow. As he did so, Bido quietly crawled out from his hiding spot and advanced towards the large information terminal. The Micron obediently began to download information and watched Fearstorm as he did so.-

First I will need to determine what weapon proportion will work best for your frame. There are many types that can be used in lieu of a replacement limb.

Fearstorm immediately tenses up when he notices the Micron, taking a half-step closer to Shockwave (truly not the typical sort of mech most others would look to for comfort). He eyes the creature warily for a few moments before returning his full attention to the scientist.

"You got it. I've used blasters before, but that's it." He gives a lopsided shrug. "In a fight I usually just punch people. Or claw at 'em. Or do both." He tilts his head thoughtfully. His tone is not that of a braggart: he's genuinely trying to be helpful. "Or tear pieces off of them. Or stomp 'em if they're small enough..."

He might go on if he isn't stopped.

Lending a Hand

-Shockwave had expected an immediate response, but he certainly did not expect such…prompt behavior from the drone. Bido sits up in alert after hearing Fearstorm’s voice and goes to hide on a shelf while Shockwave approaches the drone.-

Greetings.

-Shockwave stares up at Fearstorm. The antenna on his helm give off a short flick of surprise at his height, but he otherwise makes no other reaction. Shockwave then glances down to Fearstorm’s arm stump and studies it.-

If you are given a weapon instead of a replacement arm, your weight will have to be adjusted to keep balance.

-Shockwave turns and gestures for Fearstorm to follow him inside.-

Fearstorm nods and lumbers after him, casting a quick glance about the room. He can't mind heads or tails of any the equipment scattered about, and though some of it is disturbingly pointy, he remains rather calm. Shockwave has gotten something of a reputation among most of the crew for being a bit on the creepy side, but apparently words hasn't reached Fearstorm yet.

He seems as comfortable in the scientist's presence as he is in most other officers'. "You got it. Just tell me what you need me to do, sir."

Unexplored Territory

"It tends to be a very arrogant culture," Skyquake says. "But I used to guard Seekers who claimed to loathe grounders, yet would frag them on the side. Hypocrites and liars without honor."

Skyquake shifts slightly in the air when a current changes, listening to Fearstorm on the other end of the comm. “More than likely he will want to build yes. The structures on this world are too… primitive for his standards, but I don’t know what will happen with it all. That will probably be the first thing we do once the war ends.”

In all honesty, Skyquake didn’t much think about life after the war either. To him, his life was divided up into three parts: his life as a civilian/guard on Vos, his time in the gladiator pit before the proper formation of the Decepticons, and his life after the Decepticons became a militarized force, a role he fit into easily. The war has gone on for so long, it’s actually hard for him to think about being anything even remotely resembling a civilian again.

Thinking about life after the war was puzzling at best for Fearstorm, and at worst, daunting. He couldn't really comprehend what it would all be like, but he took some small comfort in the knowledge that he would most likely be told what to do as a civilian. His superiors would probably continue to direct him, so he wouldn't be absolutely helpless in the face of such alien circumstances.

"I know at least one Seeker who fits that bill." A pause. "The hypocrite and liar bit, not the whole 'fragging grounders' thing."

He continued to drive on in silence for a while. "We-eell," he finally replied, his voice carrying an uncharacteristic note of reluctance, "If Lord Megatron wants to build here, then of course it's not my place, or anyone else's place, to tell him he can't. I like Earth, but I don't think I'd wanna live here for good. Too much water. And I'm not a big fan of those little earth insects, either. Cleaning them out of your grill is pretty damn gross."

Unexplored Territory

"One building just for their energon?" Skyquake seems a bit perplexed by that, but he believes Fearstorm. “But yes, some human cities actually resemble Cybertron in a small way. A lot of Cybertron - most of it really - is covered in buildings that go far higher than the ones here on Earth. There are very few open areas as well. The Sea of Rust is one of the few I can immediately think of.”

"Most flyers like me preferred living high above the actual ground of Cybertron. I guess they thought it made them closer to the sky, or space, which is strange since a lot of them rarely even flew. They’d rather mingle with one another, hatch political schemes. The miners and the gladiator pits were far below, closer to the planets surface."

He swerves in the air when some sort of creature comes flying towards him. A bird, is that what they are called? Strange, organic flying creatures. He stops thinking about that and goes back to talking about Cybertron. "It was divided up into various districts and city-states too. Depending on the wealth of the district o city-state, they could be very nice, or run down. Where I come from was pretty nice for the most part, but I’ll be honest. I liked the sort of run down places better."

Fearstorm would have snorted, had he been carrying on a verbal conversation. "That explains a lot about why some Seekers think they're too good to look at anything with wheels." He is not, of course, including Skyquake in this category. As far as fliers go, Skyquake has proven to be the easiest to get along with. It's not a particularly treacherous statement, but still surprisingly bold coming from Fearstorm.

He almost began to wonder what he would have been like if he'd lived on Cybertron before the war, but he knew he would not have. Not as himself, anyway. "Sounds complicated. I guess when Lord Megatron finally conquers, we'll probably start building all of that again, won't we? Only better, of course." Lord Megatron was a flier, but not inclined to preen and strut, so he doubted that he would tolerate any of that in his empire.

"I don't really think about it," he eventually replies, slowly, "but I wonder what we'll end up doing after the war."

Unexplored Territory

Waiting for Fearstorm takes longer than Skyquake expects, what with the traffic congestion from all of the humans below, so he kills time by pulling a few more stunts in the air. Up here, it’s quiet and he sees no sign of any other fliers - human or otherwise. The sky is a clear blue lined with only a few clouds, not giving Skyquake much cover, but he decides he’s too high up for most people to care anyway.

Once Fearstorm pings him letting him know it’s okay to descend, he does so, slowing his speed and coming in not far above Fearstorm. the city is behind them, and it all looks quiet ahead.

After a moment he makes a sound. “Human cities. Some are similar to Cybertron, and others are so different.”

"Are they really?" Fearstorm's reply is quick to come. "I've heard something like that. Except bigger, of course. Humans have very tiny buildings, mostly." Fearstorm can still remember one particularly vivid description he'd been given of a city: a sprawling metropolis bristling with vast towers, highways twisting up from the ground in complicated flyways, all of it lit by the city's neon heart, from the retroreflectors on the road to the flickering billboards that wound up to the sky.

He couldn't imagine it. He just couldn't.

"I kinda like 'em. They're pretty interesting. I didn't know humans needed so many things to just... get by. They've got entire buildings just for one thing, like... like food. One building just for food, and then another down the road from it, which is also for food, but some different kind of food. That's so weird."

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ME AWARE OF WHO YOU ARE. I SEEN OTHERS SIMILAR TO YOU DURING THE WAR. HAD EVEN FEW OF THEIR HEADS IN MY LOCKER AS A PART OF COLLECTION.

[He almost smirked under his mask. Just like any other mech he had a hobby or two to keep him occupied. Unfortunately he lost the interest in most of them after he got captured by Shockwave…]

[Grimlock narrows his visor looking at the Con’s insignia. It was pretty visible from the start, just like his own, so he wondered where did Fearstorm’s disappointment come from.]

COULD SAY THE SAME FOR YOU. YOU A BIG DRONE CON.

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Fearstorm's engine gives a low rumble at Grimlock's description of his "hobby," but he doesn't say anything about it. He makes a mental note, however, to remember that statement. Maybe he could start a collection of his own, should he get his claws on an Autobot...

"The biggest," Fearstorm replies matter-of-factly. "Drone, that is. Not the biggest Con, of course. Lately, we're doing better and better as far as swelling the ranks goes. Not that we ever had any trouble outnumbering Autobots."

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Gratitude

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He can’t help a chuckle or two that escapes him. “I’m sure he won’t?” He didn’t know the vehicon as far as he knows. “Not like its a giant Predacon or something heh.” It was just a tiny little Arms Micron. That could either stay in boar mode or just rest in his gun mode, that’s what Balo did a lot, was stay in one of his three modes.

Skywarp clasps his servos together. ‘You’re welcome bud. If you ever need assistance or whatever with Noji, I can drop by. Wouldn’t be a problem, I’m never really that busy. Heh.” Some Decepticons didn’t trust Skywarp doing mind controlling work for reasons of his reputation.

Skywarp liked to keep himself busy with pranks or missions and thats what he did. “I have a ton of Arms Microns in a subspace, if you ever need him to stay or whatever.. I don’t mind.”