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Post by Miss Mandy on Mar 3, 2008 19:15:18 GMT -5
Starscream started to laugh and then made a quizzical sound as Perceptor fell back into recharge.
He lightly kicked Percy's tires. "Wake up you piece of scrap!"
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Post by Den on Mar 3, 2008 19:58:14 GMT -5
Perceptor let out a low groan at the kicking, and opened his optics enough to glare half-heartedly at Starscream. "Stoppit...Tired 'n need recharge..."
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Post by Miss Mandy on Mar 4, 2008 6:13:47 GMT -5
Starscream stood and considered the exhausted scientist for a moment before trying to push the vehicle off the road.
"Go! Shoo! Get to your berth! Don't sleep out here like a homeless fleshling!"
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Post by Den on Mar 7, 2008 16:47:09 GMT -5
When Starscream started trying to push him off the road, Perceptor woke up again. Fixing the ex-Decepticon with a weak glare, the scientist responded. "Humans...they're called humans...and leave me the pit alone..." He reluctantly moved, heading for his own home, but not before giving a half-hearted wave to Bumblebee.
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Post by Miss Mandy on Mar 7, 2008 16:54:17 GMT -5
Starscream snarled, "I'll call them what I wish!" He then flew off into the sky.
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Red Alert had been watching his security cameras, unable to recharge yet again, when he saw the scene between Perceptor and Starscream. Panic rising up within him, he grabbed his gun and ran outside, prepared to defend Percy.
"Get away from him you! Perceptor! Get behind me!"
He fired a few shots into the sky, none of them anywhere near hitting Starscream.
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Post by Den on Mar 7, 2008 17:57:53 GMT -5
Perceptor groaned when Red Alert came to his 'rescue'. "For Primus' sake, Red! Just let it go...I wasn't in any danger...aside from the apparent danger of falling asleep where I sat..."
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Post by Miss Mandy on Mar 7, 2008 17:59:04 GMT -5
Red's shoulder slumped at being told off by *Perceptor* of all mechs!
"I see. Forgive me."
He retreated back into his house yet again.
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Post by Latte on Mar 18, 2008 19:28:33 GMT -5
Bumblebee sighed at Red and nodded back to Perceptor. Hm. Maybe I'll go get Sam and practice a bit. He stretched, then transformed and peeled out, swerving nimbly around Perceptor before pulling back onto the right side of the road.
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Post by SugarCube on Apr 12, 2008 23:13:04 GMT -5
Eventual poke of fingers into a broad chest. Sleepy-looking blue eyes that had an intermittent glow. "Let's get somewhere else," the paramedic muttered, shifting reluctantly. Around them, the Hummer rumbled on its shocks, engine hot.
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Post by cetus on Apr 12, 2008 23:31:55 GMT -5
A rumbly growl from that chest and the nearby TopKick shifting into gear answered. "You and your fragging logic, Ratch." 'Hide nudged reddish hair from the medic's brow with his own, slipped a hand over a shoulder blade then propped himself up on his elbows. "Where to, medic?"
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Post by SugarCube on Apr 13, 2008 0:00:03 GMT -5
"Back," he said, mischievous smile creeping across lips. Couldn't miss his weekly baking session, and there were a couple of new recipes he was aching to try. Hummer backed out of the bay slowly as the 'form dematerialized.
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Post by cetus on Apr 13, 2008 0:25:48 GMT -5
The weight on 'Hide's holoform dissipated, and he made a slightly discontent snort. "Very descriptive-" Ratch. Ironhide clicked into comms once his holoform vanished, and his vehicle mode pulled away and into traffic to return to their little bit of Cybertronian territory.
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Post by SugarCube on Apr 13, 2008 0:49:07 GMT -5
You're getting slow, sniped the Hummer. Forget what it is I do on Fridays, did you?
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Post by cetus on Apr 13, 2008 1:00:39 GMT -5
Yeah yeah. Baking. Just chemistry messing around with all those organic materials, he grunted. Ironhide wove through traffic, unwilling to wait for the idiotic humans that couldn't operate their vehicles as well as the aliens that mimicked them. Pulling ahead into their neighborhood. Now who's slow?
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Post by SugarCube on Apr 13, 2008 1:22:48 GMT -5
You liked it well enough the last time you stuck your nose into my kitchen and got your paws on the sugar, Ratchet snarked, rumbling behind Ironhide. And I can still outrace you on a flat. Tap of black Hummer bullbars against black Topkick's bumper.
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Post by cetus on Apr 13, 2008 1:35:53 GMT -5
There's nothing wrong with liking sweet, it's programed into most of the organisms on this rock. Ironhide groused. You're welcome to try an actual race, but for now, watch it. Even with the new paintjob you're still fairly obvious. What would the humans think about an ambulance that can't drive? That didn't stop 'Hide from braking just slightly.
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Post by SugarCube on Apr 13, 2008 1:46:31 GMT -5
I could drive you in circles, he promised darkly, slowing a fraction to swing into his compound. And I could always blank over the decals.
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Post by cetus on Apr 13, 2008 2:02:42 GMT -5
Try me. Ironhide growled. He pulled over and transformed, gesturing at the medical logos on Ratchet's flanks. Not the point and you know it.
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Post by SugarCube on Apr 13, 2008 2:24:04 GMT -5
Ratchet whuffed, grumbled.
Oh I'll try you , all right. You in, or out? Mocha cigars and lemon cheese bars.
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Post by cetus on Apr 13, 2008 14:59:03 GMT -5
If asked, the mech would never admit that he perked at that. He was just... oh fraggit, the prospect of Ratchet, large armaments or glucose, and 'Hide was pretty much there in the tick of a fuel pump.
Ironhide walked up to the Hummer. "Yeah, Ratch..." he rumbled, attempting nonchalance, "I'm in."
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