Motormaster is greeted by a pleasant surprise upon checking his comms.
Although he isn’t surprised by Breakdown, Sideswipe and w
horeslaughtOnslaught brings a wide smile to his face.‘Admiring the view?’ He chuckled.
Oh yeah. Totally.
‘Henh, I’m doing you a favor. Too young and pretty. Real mechs have some rust on their frame.’
The snarled in pain as the shot to his hand almost made him lose his grip and shattered his concentration.
Taking a short moment to recover, he then charged over to Sideswipe’s position, swinging again and reducing the rock to a shower of stinging hot chunks of rubble and dust. It felt satisfying to destroy something, even if didn’t bleed.
‘C’mere!’
I like keeping a good appearance. -That last swing from Motormaster’s sword completely demolishes the rocks Sideswipe is taking cover behind.- You call that an attack?
-As much as he runs off at the mouth, it’s sheer stupid luck that he manages to keep his helm on his shoulders. But the barrage of rubble slamming into him causes the frontliner to gasp out and grunt in pain as it hammers his plating.
Trying to get away– practically scrambling now to get to his pedes– his movements are slowed from him trying to shield his helm from the shower of crushed debris.-
‘I can think of a better job for a prettybot like you than soldier!’
Motormaster lunged forward to plant one of his feet on Sideswipe’s aft, both for emphasis and to send him spawling onto his front. Luckily the red lambo was nimble enough to get away and Motormaster’s foot connected with nothing but air.
Regaining his balance he stopped for a moment to change the grip on his sword and flex his fingers. Nothing his self repair couldn’t take care of within a few cycles. Like most Decepticons, he preferred avoiding medical treatment unless it was life threatening.
Motormaster was not as heavy and lumbering as a tank, but Sideswipe was still comparatively far more agile and it was wearing on his patience. Even so, it was clearly only a matter of time before the full force of one of Motormaster’s blows connected.
Luck was still with the Autobot for now though, as another sweeping pass of Motormaster’s sword only ripped through the space Sideswipe had been a short moment before.
He made an an annoyed grunt in frustration.
‘Keep running!’
ACK! Better job for me? Ha! I kinda like giving you stupid fraggers the run-around! Ohslag. -Optics widening as he avoids a heavy slam from Motormaster’s pede, Sideswipe continues to try his best to avoid the following blows. Motormaster is a heavy hitter– Sideswipe can definitely attest to that– but the red Lamborghini is quick on his pedes. And has an ungodly amount of sheer, stupid, luck. And then add to it his obnoxious chatter.-
Have you ever done this before?
-Moving still, Sideswipe dodges to right when Motormaster’s swing swoops across the place he was standing in. Using the large Decepticon’s sword swing to his small– hopeful– advantage, he makes a reckless charge. Abrasively the frontliner body slams into Motormaster’s right leg, aiming to trip up the other. Of course, this also leaves him extremely close.-
-He knows that Blue’s concerned with this idea as soon as the Datsun opens his mouth and starts talking. Good ol’ Blue. But then again, this is Sideswipe. He has his ideas and just rolls with it until… until something happens! Now if that’s a good something or a bad, everyone has yet to find out.
Waving off Blue’s concerns, he crouches and props his arms up on his knees, using his hands as make-shift binoculars.
Don’t you worry Blue. Prowl will like this monkey just as much as Tracks will. Prowl can train it do run errands for him too like they do in the movies. And besides all that, we’re helping Tracks get more acclimated to Earth and all its inhabitants.
-His lips quirk up deviously.-
I don’t think Prowl will be too fond of it. Errands or not. But I guess since we have cats on the Ark and they haven’t bothered him yet or made themselves known to him then a monkey shouldn’t be too much of a problem. Although, if he does run into those cats, I hope he has better luck with them than we did. I’m sure he will though. Prowl can train anything or anyone if he wanted to. I wonder what kind of tricks Tracks would teach the little guy though. He’d probably try to teach it to bring him his wax and maybe his mirror too. Maybe we should try teaching it some basic things for Tracks. Or do you think it would strengthen Tracks and the monkey’s bond if he was the first one to properly train it? I think I heard something about pets building up trust better if their owner takes the time to teach them commands over someone else. I don’t want to potentially ruin anything for Tracks by doing that, you know? But you know after Tracks and his new friend get acquainted, I wouldn’t mind teaching his pet some tricks. I’d want to show him how to play dead like we did with those cats.
*All while he’s talking, he’s raising his rifle up and getting into position. Optics locked onto the tree branch, he shoots at the tree; hoping that the creature will hear that shot and jump down from the tree thinking it’d be safer on the ground. The baboon makes a loud surprised sound and then suddenly in a impressive movement, takes a giant leap off of the tree and onto Sideswipe’s helm*
-Suffice to say, as much as he will listen to Blue when he talks– or try to– as the Datsun rambles off, Sideswipe finds his mind trailing elsewhere. Like to what all he can get into with the monkey. Tricks as he hears Blue mention. What he can teach it to steal. Sticky fingers.
Sneaking this into Prowl’s office… sneaking away that… climbing through the vents… He casually watches as Blue lines up the shot, waiting for the moment to run in and nab that monkey. Blue can’t miss. It’s Bluestreak. This is going to be easy as energon pi–- ACK!
-And suddenly, he’s got a wild, panicking baboon on his helm. Crawling all over, smacking its tail around on his face, making clearly distressed sounds as it scrambles all over his helm. He tries to swat at the animal but its easily avoiding him and just continues to move around.-
What the frag. Get OFF.
B-BLUE!
BLUE GET IT OFF!
-The more he watches the baboon, the more he thinks about their wayward comrade lost somewhere in the deserts of Canada. Luring… Sideswipe tries to think of soemthing he might have in his never ending subspace that could lure the baboon down… He used those bananas a long while ago. Then it hits him and he snaps his fingers together.-
We could just shoot it. Not kill it, but shoot it so that it falls out of the tree or something. It’d be easy pickings for you Blue. -Nudges the gunner as he tries to persuade him.- Just a lil shot right at the tree branch below it. If it’s anything like the humans, it could just pass out. Then we run over there, put it in a bag and take it back to the Ark to give to Tracks.
It’s a fool-proof-plan. I thought of it myself.
*Fool proof or not, the idea sounds horrible to the gunner. But of course, this is Bluestreak and even if he disapproves of Sides’ plan, he won’t tell the frontliner it was a bad idea. He will voice his concerns though*
I don’t think scaring him would work in our favor. Yea, sure, it would help us bring him to the Ark and everything. But shouldn’t we try to build up his trust and then persuade him to come with us? I mean what if he resents us for scaring him and he and Hound’s cats team up to do weird things around us on the Ark. I don’t even want to imagine all of that to be honest. Oh, but I wasn’t aware you wanted to take him to Tracks. I was just thinking we could take a picture of him or something. I can’t see Tracks with a pet in all honesty. But you know that Sunstreaker from the other universe that’s older than us has a pet and they get along really well and I would have never imagined our Sunny with a pet. So I could be wrong about Tracks not liking having some kind of pet. Honestly, you could know a bot for years and not never really /know/ him so I can’t really say.
*He takes his rifle out of his sub space. Not entirely keen on the idea but he can’t really think of anything else at the moment*
…You think it’d be okay with Prowl if we took him back to the Ark? I know he’d say no to a lion but this is just a monkey and it’s not even for us. It’s for Tracks so he can be with his kindred spirit and not be lonely on the Ark. It’d also be a nice welcome back present, well if we made it back to the Ark before he did.
-He knows that Blue’s concerned with this idea as soon as the Datsun opens his mouth and starts talking. Good ol’ Blue. But then again, this is Sideswipe. He has his ideas and just rolls with it until… until something happens! Now if that’s a good something or a bad, everyone has yet to find out.
Waving off Blue’s concerns, he crouches and props his arms up on his knees, using his hands as make-shift binoculars.
Don’t you worry Blue. Prowl will like this monkey just as much as Tracks will. Prowl can train it do run errands for him too like they do in the movies. And besides all that, we’re helping Tracks get more acclimated to Earth and all its inhabitants.
-His lips quirk up deviously.-
-Moving out of the water, cleaner now than he was before, Sideswipe follows behind Blue. When the gunner exclaims about some animal staring at them, he looks towards that direction and takes in the odd looking creature.
He’s seen that somewhere before…
Oh my PRIMUS.-
No Blue you’re absolutely right. It’s Tracks. And I’m fairly certain that that’s a monkey. That slagger is a monkey’s uncle! You can totally see the resemblance. Just look at his face! -Sideswipe points and he is really point at the baboons red ass instead of its face. This whole adventure just got better once again.-
Just wait till Tracks sees this.
You think Tracks would still like him? I mean he’s a little more colorful than a regular monkey with his face and his butt. Tracks has to appreciate how unique the little guy is. I mean I never took him as someone who was really fond of animals but he likes so many other things about this planet and this monkey definitely stands out. We should take a picture of him or something for Tracks. I wonder if I can get Tracks’ kindred spirit to come down here so we can get a better look at him. Guess we’d need something to lure him down. The other animals we encountered didn’t really have a problem walking towards us but this monkey is just staring at us and it doesn’t look like he’s going to move from his spot in this tree anytime soon.
*He turns his helm to look at the other trees, back at the water hole, and then back at the baboon that has moved to a sitting position on the tree branch. Looks over at Sides*
You don’t have any idea as to how we get him to come down here, do you? I don’t see any bananas and that’s what monkeys like to eat, I think. So I guess that option would be out of the question. I don’t know what else monkeys like though.
-The more he watches the baboon, the more he thinks about their wayward comrade lost somewhere in the deserts of Canada. Luring… Sideswipe tries to think of soemthing he might have in his never ending subspace that could lure the baboon down… He used those bananas a long while ago. Then it hits him and he snaps his fingers together.-
We could just shoot it. Not kill it, but shoot it so that it falls out of the tree or something. It’d be easy pickings for you Blue. -Nudges the gunner as he tries to persuade him.- Just a lil shot right at the tree branch below it. If it’s anything like the humans, it could just pass out. Then we run over there, put it in a bag and take it back to the Ark to give to Tracks.
It’s a fool-proof-plan. I thought of it myself.
-That frown of his evens out and then grows to a small smile when Blue’s chatter suddenly fills his audios. He can feel the mud and grime being cleaned out from places and that, too, is making his mood a little better. Sideswipe looks over his now fairly cleaned off shoulder at Blue and gives the Datsun a smile. Thanks.-
Yeah, I guess we can.
*He returns Sides’ smile with one of his own. His doorwings begin to flutter happily now that Sides is in a good mood again. Since the frontliner is clean now, he raises up and begins to head out of the water. Feeling like something or someone is watching him, he looks up at a tree and notices a very odd creature looking at them.*
WHOA! I’ve never seen anything like that before. His face is really bright red just like Tracks! Even looks like he’s frowning at us like Tracks would. Oh man, too bad, Tracks isn’t here to see him. I bet Tracks would think this animal is “lovely” or something. Maybe even think of the other as a kindred spirit or something. We’ll definitely have to tell him about this animal. Maybe if we hear from Hound, he can tell us what kind of animal it is.You don’t know what it is, do you Sides?
*He’s about to say something else but the animal moves and turn around to reveal its actual face. The “red face” was really just the animal’s butt*
!!! Whoa, it has two faces? Wait…*The more he looks at the creature, he starts to recognize it as some kind of monkey. Optics going to the tail swinging, he soon realizes “Track’s kindred spirit” was really just the baboon’s bottom. He rubs the back of his helm and laughs; somewhat embarrassed* Well, so much for it being his kindred spirit or anything, haha.
-Moving out of the water, cleaner now than he was before, Sideswipe follows behind Blue. When the gunner exclaims about some animal staring at them, he looks towards that direction and takes in the odd looking creature.
He’s seen that somewhere before…
Oh my PRIMUS.-
No Blue you’re absolutely right. It’s Tracks. And I’m fairly certain that that’s a monkey. That slagger is a monkey’s uncle! You can totally see the resemblance. Just look at his face! -Sideswipe points and he is really point at the baboons red ass instead of its face. This whole adventure just got better once again.-
Just wait till Tracks sees this.
-His fingers work at his opposite arm where mud is still embedded in his elbow joint. Feeling Blue’s presence behind him and soon the gunner’s touch on his shoulder, he exvents. He feels bad about what happened moments ago; he didn’t mean to snap at Blue like that.-
I didn’t mean to do that.
-Sideswipe rubs at his plating a little harder, watching as the mud comes off from the water.-
*His optics brighten some at Sides’ statement as he continues to scrub the mud off of Sides’ shoulder*
It’s fine, Sides! That was a lot of mud after all and I can’t imagine anyone would be that happy about getting all of that into their plating. Oh, except for maybe Hound, Trailbreaker, and possibly Beachcomber. I’m sure it wouldn’t bother them and they probably actually like the way it feels. Can’t say I really understand that but to each their own as they like to say. Whoever they is, that is. But I’m really glad we found a water hole not too far from where we were. Makes getting all this mud and dirt and stuff off you a lot easier. I mean imagine if we had to walk a good distance to get to one then some of that mud would have dried and really caked up on you and Primus, you’d be really mad about that. Good thing we don’t have to worry about that though, you’re practically clean now. Guess we can start heading back now, huh?
-That frown of his evens out and then grows to a small smile when Blue’s chatter suddenly fills his audios. He can feel the mud and grime being cleaned out from places and that, too, is making his mood a little better. Sideswipe looks over his now fairly cleaned off shoulder at Blue and gives the Datsun a smile. Thanks.-
Yeah, I guess we can.
-The stubborn afthole he can be when he’s like this doesn’t notice Blue’s doorwings sagging. He’ll kick himself for it later once he simmers down though. Automatically following behind Blue, trudging his pedes in a childish manner, he tries to get off the mud.
It really got into his joints and seams and oh Primus it’s all inside his wiring. NASTY. The sound of other animals rushing in and out of water catches his audios and he lifts his helm to see where Blue has led them: a water hole.
His optics glance over to see the Datsun’s still drooped doorwings and that just makes his mood sour even more. He didn’t mean to just yank away from Blue it just… happened. He got mad. That’s one thing he still isn’t very good at controlling: his temper.
Keeping his helm down, he moves towards the water to try and get the mud off of him before it really bakes onto his frame. After some quick splashes, he ends up just sitting in the middle of the pool in defeat when he can’t reach one of the spots on his shoulder joint. Or any other hard to reach places for that matter. Ugh, he can feel it getting deeper.
He gives a look towards Blue, silently asking for his help.-
*When they reach the water hole, he’s relieved that the animals in the area can sense Sides’ bad mood and avoid splashing or coming near the frontliner. Since his frame isn’t that dirty to begin with, he stays out of the water and just waits for the Lambo to finish cleaning. He notices Sides not being able to reach certain spots on his frame. The urge to go out and help the frontliner appears but remembering how Sides acted earlier, he’s not so sure if the other Autobot wants any sort of physical contact from him right now. It’s not until Sides looks over at him that he understands Sides has cooled off now and wants some help.
Stepping into the water towards the sitting frontliner, he crouches down when he gets behind Sides and begins to work on cleaning a spot on Sides’ shoulder joint*
-His fingers work at his opposite arm where mud is still embedded in his elbow joint. Feeling Blue’s presence behind him and soon the gunner’s touch on his shoulder, he exvents. He feels bad about what happened moments ago; he didn’t mean to snap at Blue like that.-
I didn’t mean to do that.
-Sideswipe rubs at his plating a little harder, watching as the mud comes off from the water.-
