vatheon | First Repair

Characters: Scorponok and you
Location: Plaza, tucked off in some random corner
Time: Midday
Style: Will match
Status: Completely open to all

Scorponok reset his optic sensors, and then sent a scan out. It… didn’t make sense. One second, he was watching Dinobot about to blow up at Lord Megatron like the idiot he was, and then the next-

Well, the next, he was here. Wherever the frag ‘here’ was. His scan was actually more conclusive than he’d thought it would be. He was underwater, in a secure environment with no signs of leaks or, for that matter, energon. Cautiously, he transformed, looking around. This- this wasn’t good. He didn’t see anyone else around, not Megatron, not Dinobot, not even Waspinator or- primus forbid, Tarantulas. His claws clack, and he has to consciously stop it, Megatron hated it when he did that. He forced himself to calm and deployed his drone, which had reformatted to look like a flying insectiod, similar to Waspinator’s new alt. The sight of his greatest accomplishment calmed him a bit, and he spent a few minutes ensuring that their link was working properly and the water that was dripping everywhere hadn’t interfered with it’s internals.

Eventually, he sat down on the floor and pulled out a toolkit from a storage space in his arm, starting to tinker with the internals of his drone. For as long as they were left undisturbed, the only movement from his area was the slight twitches of the tips of his claws, and the occasional flutter of his drone’s wings.

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If there is one thing Dural is good for, it is helping him keep an eye on everything. Lusii can be smarter than one might think, depending on the type, and Dural is a very clever bird. All Darkleer needs to see is her waiting patiently on his windowsill before he understands that there's something she wants to show him. With her in the air, he follows quietly, keeping to himself for the most part. Just because he's been getting more social with the Psiioniic doesn't mean he's naturally chatty, after all.

Once he arrives in the plaza, it doesn't take him long to spot what the large white bird wanted to show him. Something similar to that individual that was on the communicator before... Darkleer nods to the lusus before going over to approach. He's quieter than one might think for his size, and before the robot in little time.

"Curious design."

It's hard to say if he means the drone or its creator.

Since Scorponok hasn't been getting anything at all on his comm net, he hadn't really been paying attention to his surroundings, assuming that there was no one else there. As such, the other's approach goes completely unnoticed until he speaks.

Scorponok startles, one claw tightening on the multitool in his hand, the other clutching the drone closer to himself. He stares up at the alien, completely taken aback at the extreme difference in mold this guy had.

Still, he wouldn't have survived long in Megatron's employ if he wasn't able to kick his processor into gear when it mattered, so when he speaks his voice is almost accusatory.

"Who the frag're you?"

He makes no effort to get up or answer the other's question.

He's not attacking him, so in all honesty? Darkleer can deal with that. He could also deal with physical hostilities as well, but this is preferable. If the robot is damaged, than time will be wasted making sure he is repaired properly again.

With his glasses and his usual stoic expression in place, Darkleer looks quite unimpressed as he stares down at the other. "Introduce yourself first before making demands of others. You are in foreign territory, so it would behoove you to behave yourself. That also means watching your crude language. You are making first impressions, after all." A nod of his head. "All you may know for now is that I am someone who could assist you or make things difficult for you, depending on how this conversation goes. Understood?" It's the tone of a soldier, and one who's used to being in command.

Well, when you put it that way, and in that tone... Scorponok really couldn't help himself from reevaluating the situation, obviously this was someone who was, at the least, fairly powerful.

Megatron would probably be pleased if he had allies here for him. Right? Right. Megatron would most likely show up soon, and as the only Predacon here, it was Scorponok's job to make sure Megatron would be pleased with what he found.

"Understood." It's still slightly accusatory, but mostly it sounds like a young recruit who's gotten too full of himself and was just slapped back into place.

"..Another robot?"

Hi, don't mind Silver just staring at you. After his run-in with rattrap over the network, he wasn't sure what to think of robots, let"alone another one in the damned bubble. Still, he knew that he's either have to ignore it completely, or adjust to the fact that yes, Vatheon was dragging in robots now.

He'd do the adjusting. Easier than sticking his head in the sand and ignoring this. "Hmph. Has anyone told you about the idiotic place this is, yet?"

Scorponok glares up at the idiot who decided that intruding on his personal space was a good idea.

"No, why?" Because if he was going to respond to the strange person, he was going to do it as angrily as possible.

That was the plan, anyway. In all actuality, he just sounded sulky.

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/tags the hell out of you 8D

I am an idiot and should have timed my apping in to a time when I didn't have midterms