Inventor

I'm saying look at things the way I do. Through the hoards of junk, see the treasure. You don't need to have faith in us But in what we can be Independent Roleplay account for Cade Yeager. Tracking the tag: yeagerrobotics

[yeager-robotics]

What kind of party do you throw for Optimus? A surprime party.

[mysoulwithinthestars]

"…Then I would request your assistance in making some."

[yeager-robotics]

"You'd trust me to make your glasses for you?" "Well, I do wear glasses myself."

[yeager-robotics]

Who is Jolt's favorite super hero? Static Shock.

[yeager-robotics]

I got a new Chevrolet Volt today. It came with as quite a shock.

[yeager-robotics]

If Optimus wants to dabble in fine dining, where does he go? A Prime Steakhouse.

[yeager-robotics]

Knock Knock Who's there? Buzz. Buzz who? Buzz off, Stinger, no one invited you.

[yeager-robotics]

.

[yeager-robotics]

Come on, big guy. It’s funny.

[mysoulwithinthestars]

"But I do not need glasses, Cade."

[yeager-robotics]

No, but what if you did?

[mysoulwithinthestars]

[yeager-robotics]

Come on, big guy. It's funny.

[yeager-robotics]

What do we call Jolt on the battlefield? A kill a watt.

[yeager-robotics]

Where would Prime go if he needed glasses? An optomustrist.

[yeager-robotics]

What would your Bugatti say if it was a Superhero? Up up and drift away.

[nestfounder]

The minor correction was a bit bracing. China had been all over the news, but Cade wasn’t bending to a man with a gun. He tried to hide the small smile that threatened the corner of his mouth at the mention of Optimus’ appointment. That wasn’t common information. “Yeah, China. And yeah, that’s Sideswipe. That’s why I was asking if you saw the news.”

He rose with Cade, clicking his weapon’s safety back into place and striding past the inventor towards his pack. He wouldn’t be needing this. For now, anyway. “Some psycho-bot’s got his team on the offensive, trying to invade. He paid Sideswipe a little diplomatic visit. With emphasis on his set of diplomacy knives.” With the gun safely stowed, he turned back to Cade, holding his hands out to prove he’d put the gun away. A quiet peace offering.

"Officially, yeah. Unofficially…still yeah. But some folks are stubborn." He nodded, rolling his shoulders idly. "I’ll be fine. What about you? Got anyone else who’s looking to put a gun to your skull?" 

[yeager-robotics]

Cade frowned at the mention of a psycho-bot and his team? What was that supposed to mean? He'd only just gotten used to living normally again. Then again, a life caring for the Autobots was far from normal. "What do you mean psycho-bot? Who is that supposed to be- wait, you mean Galvatron?" Was Galvatron considered psycho? Did Lennox even know about Galvatron? He removed the leather apron, draping it over the workbench. "Well, whoever it is, they better think twice. Maybe we can't take him down, but when Optimus comes back? That'll be an issue. I'm really not interested in another alien war. I've seen how hurt they are. I don't want them to be hurt anymore." Like adopted children, the Autobots had become his weird kids. He wanted them safe- he wanted his family safe. He nodded slowly and chuckled. "Yeah, plenty. Just stay here with him. I'll be back in about an hour."

[nestfounder]

  Lennox nearly yanked the gun back up when Cade moved without warning. Either this man was either an idiot or focused. Or both. Average tools, average man taking an un-average amount of interest in Sideswipe’s well-being. His brain twisted with distrust. Too convenient. The one man he can reach just happens to have experience, with Optimus no less? But his gut…his gut settled his twitchy arm and Will settled between the two, letting his M9 rest  on his knees as he crouched to watch Cade work in Sideswipe’s undercarriage. 

"The whole thing, huh? You mean that whole deal in Mongolia?" He rested his chin on his palm, testing the waters. Fool Will once, shame on everyone. "His name is Sideswipe. He’s an old comrade of mine, since back when NEST was a thing. If you know what NEST is, anyway. You been watching the news recently?" 

[yeager-robotics]

The engineer continued to work, making sure everything was sealed and repaired. He wanted to make sure that nothing was left unnoticed. He, too, had to admit that this was all too convenient. But, he really didn't want to judge Lennox on the spot. He sensed a decent man in there- someone who was also on the Autobot side. He slid out from under the Corvette, moving to stand up. He wiped the grease and energon on his apron, leaving the blue streaks across the material. "China? Yeah. Took a lot of talking to, but Optimus decided to stay and help us. I helped him, he helped me. And the cycle continued." He looked towards the Corvette, reaching a hand out to trace scratches on the paint. He didn't have this color. He'd need to make an errand run. "Sideswipe, huh? Optimus mentioned him. He said he was leaving him in charge or something. He looks really beat up. What happened?" "NEST? Yeah. I've heard of it," he muttered, "Heard it was disbanded. Anyway, I've gotta go run to town to get the paint for Sideswipe's scratches here. Think you'll be okay hanging out with him?"

[nestfounder]

  "If I had something else to aim at you, I would. Unfortunately, the folks I gotta worry about don’t mess around with stun guns. So we can’t either." The longer Cade worked and the more leaks that were stemmed, Lennox felt his force behind the firearm weakening. The man was complying with demands. Hell, he was even doing a good job at it. Lennox had only ever seen Ratchet work with the mechs as effectively as Cade was, something that gave him pause. A frown fell over his face and he glanced around the barn again. Decepticons were tricky, but he somehow doubted that a guy tied up with ‘Cons would be fixing Sideswipe properly, nor would any ‘Con he knew lay in wait to strike Sideswipe when he was so badly off. Something wasn’t adding up. 

"Can you blame me? Optimus’ smallest gun has bullets bigger than my head. He’s a tough act to follow." He drew the gun back a fraction, mostly so the metal wouldn’t dig into the inventor’s skull anymore. "So why was Optimus pointing a gun at you anyway? Got a tic that inspires gun waving?"

[yeager-robotics]

Once the gun was not digging into his skull, Cade felt the urge to move more freely. He walked towards his work bench, sliding out the small caddy, as well as grabbing more tools. He stepped on a small pedal, which slowly lifted the Corvette from the floor. It was only raised a little, allowing him to wheel beneath it. He flopped on his back, rolling under the 'Vette. He began to seal lines and adjust parts, completely focused on the repair. It was more and more apparent that this was an injured Autobot- one of Optimus' Autobots. "I bought him from some jackass in town," he explained, "Pulled a missile out of him. Brought him back online. He was panicking. You know, he thought he was still under attack. I fixed him up, instead. Ended up roped into the whole thing- I don't mind it, though." He sighed and wheeled out from under the 'Vette. "So... what's this one's story?"

[nestfounder]

  Lennox pressed his mouth into a line and swallowed the mouthful of granola, trying not to feel too upset about what he was going to have to do. Cade was an alright guy. He didn’t hesitate, drawing his sidearm and coming up behind Cade, keeping his stance ready and wide. “Good memory. Yeah, the topkick.” He pressed the muzzle to the back of Cade’s head before clicking the safety off, keeping his finger deliberately off the trigger. No accidents.

"Keep working like you are. I’ve got a Beretta M9 pressed to your skull right now and since you’re the only guy in a ten mile radius that I might be able to trust, I don’t want to use it. You seem like a nice guy, Yeager. You gave me a pretty fair shake five years ago, so I’d rather not shoot you." He remembered Cade’s mention of his girl and Lennox took a short, bracing breath. Hopefully, she wasn’t home. 

"Tell me what you know and why I should trust you. Last thing I need is those spooks coming down on me again."

[yeager-robotics]

Cade felt the tip of the gun hit the back of his skull. For a moment, he felt irritation. How many times had he endured guns being aimed at him? Aimed at his daughter? How many of them were human made and not Cybertronian? Too many. For a second, he was worried that Lennox was only trying to get the vehicle repaired for a reward- same as he did. Then, he leveled out. No man who wanted money would worry about the safety of the vehicle. He kept soldering lines closed, ensuring there were no leaks or continuing damage. He worked with these cables all the time- he was far too familiar with them. He sighed heavily, leaning up, feeling the muzzle dig into his skill more. "You know, I'm gettin' real tired of people coming onto my property and aiming guns at me," Cade said dully, tossing the tool onto the small, rolling tray beside him. He grabbed another tool and began to tighten loose bolts and rearrange wires to be more organized. A hiss of steam escaped the Corvette, as if it were a sigh of relief. He was feeling better, apparently. Cade huffed, sounding almost tired of this whole situation. "Gotta admit, Optimus did it better. His approach was a little more intimidating."

[nestfounder]

Lennox’s heart froze, caution rising with hackles as the words processed. Chicago. Chicago had become a buzzword in recent years. There weren’t anything like aliens or Cybertronians. It was just Chicago. Chicago Incident, Chicago players, Chicago victims…Chicago had become synonymous with Autobots and that to “crazy psycho alien invasion squad”.

"What?" Better to play confused. "No. This…" Please let Sideswipe still be unconscious. “…baby? Picked him up at a dealer in Norfolk. Same with my last car.” While Cade was distracted by the engine damage, Lennox moved himself out of the man’s periphery, settling his bag on the ground and winching the top open. The M9 lay on the top and he drew it out, tilting it around in his hand for a moment before locking the safety in place and tucking it into the waistband of his jeans.

Making sure it was concealed properly, he drew out a granola bar for cover and yanked the foil off, biting down into the half-melted mess and wandering back over to Cade’s side. “What, do I reek Chicago survivor or something?” And wasn’t that a bitter sentence to say.

[yeager-robotics]

He almost wanted to believe that one. Maybe before he'd met Optimus, he would. Definitely would. But now? Now that he knew there were others hiding? Now that he knew Optimus was off planet, searching for his creators? No. He moved to start checking different areas beneath the hood, listening to Lennox try and weave his way out of the question. The hesitance was enough to show it- this vehicle wasn't just a vehicle. Not one bit. He pulled away, grabbing his soldering tools. He started to let one heat up while he leaned back under the hood. "You mean that topkick," he asked, looking towards the other. He hadn't forgotten about that vehicle either. Once the tool was heated, he grabbed it and began sealing certain areas. He needed to stop the leaking before the poor thing ran out. "No. But your car does," Cade grunted from beneath the hood, arms deep into the interior wiring, "In fact, this isn't a car at all. What's this one's name?"