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thisavrou_log2016-02-22 11:09 am
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☄ Reaching up high | robots
Sometimes the storage got pretty high, and while Niko was good with the loader. Did he want to use it every time? Not really. But he needed to get up there.
"Hey," he shouted to one of his larger coworkers. "Is it okay if I get a boost? I need to get up here and get into something."
☄ playing darts | human sized people
Niko had set up a dartboard in the cargo bay some time ago to play darts with Snake. It's not exactly a classy number. The sides are bound with duct tape, it's layers of cardboard, the numbers are written from memory and the lines are a little crooked, and it has ridiculously fancy darts he'd gotten from Caducus Primary he'd gotten in case of a special occasion.
It's still a ways from 'well-loved', though, but Niko appears to be working his way there. He's on break and standing by the boxes, and chucking darts towards his little masterpiece.
Sometimes the storage got pretty high, and while Niko was good with the loader. Did he want to use it every time? Not really. But he needed to get up there.
"Hey," he shouted to one of his larger coworkers. "Is it okay if I get a boost? I need to get up here and get into something."
☄ playing darts | human sized people
Niko had set up a dartboard in the cargo bay some time ago to play darts with Snake. It's not exactly a classy number. The sides are bound with duct tape, it's layers of cardboard, the numbers are written from memory and the lines are a little crooked, and it has ridiculously fancy darts he'd gotten from Caducus Primary he'd gotten in case of a special occasion.
It's still a ways from 'well-loved', though, but Niko appears to be working his way there. He's on break and standing by the boxes, and chucking darts towards his little masterpiece.
Edited 2016-02-25 04:50 (UTC)
"Oh! Oh I'll do it!" Tailgate shouted enthusiastically. Up until that moment he had only been pretending to work. This was a skill he had picked up from various people around the Lost Light, and lately he had plenty of practice putting what they taught him to use. But! He was always willing to help someone if they asked.
So that totally negated his laziness.
"How high do you need to go? Because if it's really high then you and I are going to have to improvise." Being only eight feet tall left him at a disadvantage sometimes, but only compared to the other Cybertronians.
So that totally negated his laziness.
"How high do you need to go? Because if it's really high then you and I are going to have to improvise." Being only eight feet tall left him at a disadvantage sometimes, but only compared to the other Cybertronians.
>Insert Back to the Future Reference Here
Tailgate had done what he thought was his share of the work and his shift wasn't over. In this kind of situation there was only one logical thing to do.
"Wheeeeee!" Despite owning this hoverboard for several weeks, Tailgate's mastery of it left much to be desired. He wobbled on it dangerously and several times came very close to colliding with everything. It was an incredibly good thing that the cargo bay was as big as it was, or else the fact that a half-ton robot flying around on a giant hoverboard would be a lot more alarming than it already was.
>Sometimes he even works
To his credit, Tailgate had actually been trying to do his job properly when the accident happened. He wasn't even sure that it was entirely his fault! One moment he was picking up a crate, and the next moment every crate surrounding it toppled over with a terribly loud CRASH. Plates, bowls, cups, and what seemed to be an antique vase filled with ash, hit the ground, and suddenly Tailgate was standing ankle-deep in his easily-avoidable failure.
"Oh..."
He muttered dumbly, momentarily unsure what the frag he was supposed to do now.
Tailgate had done what he thought was his share of the work and his shift wasn't over. In this kind of situation there was only one logical thing to do.
"Wheeeeee!" Despite owning this hoverboard for several weeks, Tailgate's mastery of it left much to be desired. He wobbled on it dangerously and several times came very close to colliding with everything. It was an incredibly good thing that the cargo bay was as big as it was, or else the fact that a half-ton robot flying around on a giant hoverboard would be a lot more alarming than it already was.
>Sometimes he even works
To his credit, Tailgate had actually been trying to do his job properly when the accident happened. He wasn't even sure that it was entirely his fault! One moment he was picking up a crate, and the next moment every crate surrounding it toppled over with a terribly loud CRASH. Plates, bowls, cups, and what seemed to be an antique vase filled with ash, hit the ground, and suddenly Tailgate was standing ankle-deep in his easily-avoidable failure.
"Oh..."
He muttered dumbly, momentarily unsure what the frag he was supposed to do now.
"I can climb some of it."
Nothing like working with robots taller than him. He came over to Tailgate and gave him a good up and down.
"So how do I-?" He figured that holding his arms up in the universal baby wants up! motion wouldn't work too well here. All he needed was a boost.
Nothing like working with robots taller than him. He came over to Tailgate and gave him a good up and down.
"So how do I-?" He figured that holding his arms up in the universal baby wants up! motion wouldn't work too well here. All he needed was a boost.
"Here." Tailgate still wasn't sure how delicately he's supposed to handle humans, but he's sure that this one could handle a bump or two. Gripping perhaps a little harder than necessary, he grabbed Niko around the waist and hoisted him up to the nearest shelf.
"You know, I've never worked with organics before! I think this is kind of fun."
"You know, I've never worked with organics before! I think this is kind of fun."
He made a noise as he was hauled up and placed. But he could tell there was no real attempt to hurt him. Just- "Remember, we are meant to be squishy. Handle with care. You know. Like the fragile boxes.
"Don't want to pick someone up and squeeze so hard you make them fart. We humans do that sometimes."
And with that little helpful bit of advice he started climbing up the box stack to where he needed to be. "So have you lived on your planet your whole life? Or have you gotten around?"
"Don't want to pick someone up and squeeze so hard you make them fart. We humans do that sometimes."
And with that little helpful bit of advice he started climbing up the box stack to where he needed to be. "So have you lived on your planet your whole life? Or have you gotten around?"
"Hold on to him."
Tailgate will find a large hand hook around the back armor protruding over his head. Careful to leave his actions slow and deliberate, he hoists them both up the stack of boxes. Tailgate is left hanging near the top of the stack, expecting this is where Niko wanted to go. It perhaps wasn't the most dignified position to be held in, but Tailgate didn't seem to mind being handled.
Tailgate will find a large hand hook around the back armor protruding over his head. Careful to leave his actions slow and deliberate, he hoists them both up the stack of boxes. Tailgate is left hanging near the top of the stack, expecting this is where Niko wanted to go. It perhaps wasn't the most dignified position to be held in, but Tailgate didn't seem to mind being handled.
Riptide had visited the cargo bay to say hi to Tailgate. It was a slow day, and he was willing to put himself near the black hole Magnus and Megatron being in close proximity to each other undoubtedly create to see his friend.
"Hey Tai--" he starts, waving when he sees the little white Autobot.
Unfortunately, two things happen. Firstly, Riptide fails to immediately realise that the mess Tailgate is surrounded by is fresh. Secondly, he steps on a large, round, metal tube that had been disturbed and rolled into the middle of the floor. It's strong enough to take his weight.
Riptide is big. He makes quite a scene of comically falling on his ass.
"Hey Tai--" he starts, waving when he sees the little white Autobot.
Unfortunately, two things happen. Firstly, Riptide fails to immediately realise that the mess Tailgate is surrounded by is fresh. Secondly, he steps on a large, round, metal tube that had been disturbed and rolled into the middle of the floor. It's strong enough to take his weight.
Riptide is big. He makes quite a scene of comically falling on his ass.
Ivan hasn't been down to the cargo bay in a while, and the first thing he does this time is to go to where his lightflyer is kept -- gaudy and shiny and his. Ivan grins at the winged vehicle, running a hand across its finish before tearing himself away and looking for Niko. Who he does eventually find, and Ivan grins wildly, holding up the bottle of vodka he purloined from the bar.
"Hey, Niko!"
"Hey, Niko!"
working;
As more product comes in or as some other crew member decides that they want to store something in this space, the cargo in the bay has to be moved around. While there's machinery to do that, Snake's not the most proficient with it, and he sure as hell isn't going to ask any of the Cybertronians for help.
Which is how he ends up dragging a large sack of flour from one side of the bay to the other. It's a lot heavier than it looks, and when he's about halfway through, he pauses for a moment, setting the sack down to wipe sweat from his forehead.
He's officially getting too old for this. He might keep up with his workouts in the rec room, but there's still a line, and he's never prioritized weight-lifting.
admiring;
While the escape from Emiri had been haphazard to say the least, they had managed to take in some cargo while docked there, and that means that it all needs to be sorted through. As Snake takes some supplies (that he honestly doesn't know what they are, but so it goes with alien products) out of a fairly sizable box, he starts to look over the cardboard. It has some logo he doesn't recognize, but the pattern is aesthetically pleasing and it doesn't have anything to do with Link'd Inc, which is a plus.
He's already got a few boxes stored in his room, but some of them are worn, and it's not a bad idea to switch them out from time to time, just for a change of pace.
Snake continues to admire the box, turning it around in his hands as he hums to himself in approval. Yeah, this one should do nicely.
As more product comes in or as some other crew member decides that they want to store something in this space, the cargo in the bay has to be moved around. While there's machinery to do that, Snake's not the most proficient with it, and he sure as hell isn't going to ask any of the Cybertronians for help.
Which is how he ends up dragging a large sack of flour from one side of the bay to the other. It's a lot heavier than it looks, and when he's about halfway through, he pauses for a moment, setting the sack down to wipe sweat from his forehead.
He's officially getting too old for this. He might keep up with his workouts in the rec room, but there's still a line, and he's never prioritized weight-lifting.
admiring;
While the escape from Emiri had been haphazard to say the least, they had managed to take in some cargo while docked there, and that means that it all needs to be sorted through. As Snake takes some supplies (that he honestly doesn't know what they are, but so it goes with alien products) out of a fairly sizable box, he starts to look over the cardboard. It has some logo he doesn't recognize, but the pattern is aesthetically pleasing and it doesn't have anything to do with Link'd Inc, which is a plus.
He's already got a few boxes stored in his room, but some of them are worn, and it's not a bad idea to switch them out from time to time, just for a change of pace.
Snake continues to admire the box, turning it around in his hands as he hums to himself in approval. Yeah, this one should do nicely.
☄ Admiring
He still remembered that infiltration on Emiri fondly. Not just for how efficiently they worked together but for the fact that Snake had put a box over his head and went scuttling around like a leather clad hermit crab.
He didn't know whether he was surprised or not when he happened across Snake oggling a box in the same way a woman (or Florian) would check whether or not a garment made their butt looked big. In fact, the words are out of his mouth before he can stop them.
"It looks fine." Because an expression like that required confirmation.
He still remembered that infiltration on Emiri fondly. Not just for how efficiently they worked together but for the fact that Snake had put a box over his head and went scuttling around like a leather clad hermit crab.
He didn't know whether he was surprised or not when he happened across Snake oggling a box in the same way a woman (or Florian) would check whether or not a garment made their butt looked big. In fact, the words are out of his mouth before he can stop them.
"It looks fine." Because an expression like that required confirmation.
"Hey," he motioned Ivan over, settling on top of a box.
"How have you been doing, man? Things got fucking crazy my last days at Emiri. What about you?"
"How have you been doing, man? Things got fucking crazy my last days at Emiri. What about you?"
All Tailgate could do was sit and watch as Riptide's fall brought even more crates down with him. The mess was incredible. Up until this moment Tailgate hadn't believed that things could be this horrifyingly disorganized and broken, but life was all about learning new things.
He contemplated this as he watched Riptide lie among the mess.
"Imagine if Magnus saw this. He'd probably have a spark attack and then we'd all be in trouble." He remarked eventually.
He contemplated this as he watched Riptide lie among the mess.
"Imagine if Magnus saw this. He'd probably have a spark attack and then we'd all be in trouble." He remarked eventually.
Tailgate was about to say thoughtful like "What's a fart?" but he was stopped from asking this important question when Megatron came up behind them and lifted them both into the air. The human had already been climbing away, but Tailgate made sure to snag him again as they ascended.
"Cybertron Lifting Co. at your service!" He said, not the least bit ruffled by this. Being small among his species meant that you had to get used to bigger bots picking you up and carrying you around whenever they felt like it.
"Cybertron Lifting Co. at your service!" He said, not the least bit ruffled by this. Being small among his species meant that you had to get used to bigger bots picking you up and carrying you around whenever they felt like it.
Completely unaware of Snake's bias towards Cybertronians, Tailgate spots the human and decides to offer his help. That's what coworkers are for! Sure, Tailgate doesn't always do the work he's supposed to do so he's not a great coworker to begin with, but at least he was plucky and charming.
"Hey! Do you need any help with that?" Tailgate asks, choosing to drive up to Snake in his alt-mode. "That looks heavy!"
"Hey! Do you need any help with that?" Tailgate asks, choosing to drive up to Snake in his alt-mode. "That looks heavy!"
I have typed "stong" three times tonight and had to catch myself.
vengeance_driven
2016-02-27 05:58 am (UTC)(link)
Watching one robot life another robot would be amazing, but then he was a man being lifted by a robot being lifted by another robot and that managed to coax another odd noise out of Niko as he wrapped around Tailgate's arm with the dexterity of an alarmed marmoset.
As soon as it looked like he could get onto the higher box, though, he let go and made the last little leg of the climbing journey.
"Shit, I don't know why I'm surprised you guys are so strong."
As soon as it looked like he could get onto the higher box, though, he let go and made the last little leg of the climbing journey.
"Shit, I don't know why I'm surprised you guys are so strong."
He stays on his back, staring at the ceiling for a moment. How could this happen? Of course, Riptide knows the answer. Why not?
After a moment, he props himself up on his elbows to look at Tailgate.
"What, for the mess or for killing Magnus with it? At this point I honestly can't tell."
After a moment, he props himself up on his elbows to look at Tailgate.
"What, for the mess or for killing Magnus with it? At this point I honestly can't tell."
Riptide has not yet noticed Snake, despite declaring (slightly passive aggressively) that they were now friends.
He's doing his own thing, looking through the cargo bay boxes for energon.
Unaware of the Small Human and making yet another terrible choice, Riptide picks up one of the boxes he'd had no luck with and dumps it down on the ground to get to the one under it. It makes a very loud clanging noise as it hits the ground, something Riptide completely ignores. It's not outwardly showing (at least, not if you don't know him) but he's currently exceptionally frustrated at the lack of fuel.
He should rightly hope that the box did not land near Snake, nor that the noise scared the living shit out of him.
Riptide isn't a very lucky 'bot.
He's doing his own thing, looking through the cargo bay boxes for energon.
Unaware of the Small Human and making yet another terrible choice, Riptide picks up one of the boxes he'd had no luck with and dumps it down on the ground to get to the one under it. It makes a very loud clanging noise as it hits the ground, something Riptide completely ignores. It's not outwardly showing (at least, not if you don't know him) but he's currently exceptionally frustrated at the lack of fuel.
He should rightly hope that the box did not land near Snake, nor that the noise scared the living shit out of him.
Riptide isn't a very lucky 'bot.
Despite Niko's life currently being occupied by an utterly ridiculous living crane system, Megatron watches the scene with an entirely straight face. Once Niko has safely made it to where he wanted to go, he sets Tailgate on the ground.
"Our home world is in a rather unstable state of disarray, to answer your earlier question. We're on a quest to amend it, so we haven't been back for some time."
He's a little hesitant to give too many details of Cybertron to an organic, even if Niko seemed acceptable in character. As much as he had changed, he would always find a little distrust there.
"Our home world is in a rather unstable state of disarray, to answer your earlier question. We're on a quest to amend it, so we haven't been back for some time."
He's a little hesitant to give too many details of Cybertron to an organic, even if Niko seemed acceptable in character. As much as he had changed, he would always find a little distrust there.
Edited 2016-02-27 16:08 (UTC)
Unlike the others, Megatron is well acquainted with Snake's dislike for Cybertronians, and probably contributed to it. So he has little motivation to lift a finger to help as Snake struggles with his own work. He wasn't going to lend his hand to an organic if they didn't want it.
Instead, he just walks past with a shipment of his own, heavy steps reverberating as he moves most of the equipment from one of the Transports to secure it to the ground. He kneels to snap the clasps in place.
"You're certainly taking your time."
Instead, he just walks past with a shipment of his own, heavy steps reverberating as he moves most of the equipment from one of the Transports to secure it to the ground. He kneels to snap the clasps in place.
"You're certainly taking your time."
Tailgate wouldn't have minded being held just a little bit longer, but he accepted his fate when Megatron put him back on the ground.
"I spent 6 million years on Cybertron, but I wasn't awake for any of it. So I guess you could say I spent a lot of time there, but at the same time I've spent most of my waking life on the Lost Light!" Tailgate, on the other hand, had no problem sharing personal details with a complete stranger.
"I spent 6 million years on Cybertron, but I wasn't awake for any of it. So I guess you could say I spent a lot of time there, but at the same time I've spent most of my waking life on the Lost Light!" Tailgate, on the other hand, had no problem sharing personal details with a complete stranger.
"For something like this, I think they're one in the same."
He doesn't bother trying to go over there and help him up. Tailgate is very small and Riptide is very big. That won't help anyone. What are they going to do about this mess? There's so much of it! Maybe they need to call in the big guns.
"Maybe we should call in Magnus anyway. He's way better at cleaning than we are."
He doesn't bother trying to go over there and help him up. Tailgate is very small and Riptide is very big. That won't help anyone. What are they going to do about this mess? There's so much of it! Maybe they need to call in the big guns.
"Maybe we should call in Magnus anyway. He's way better at cleaning than we are."
"That's pretty good." He says as he grabs a heavy box from the very back, and drags it along the other boxes towards them.
"I am just from the one shitty planet. But all my favorite people are there, so I guess it's as good a planet as any other." Actually hearing whatever he could of the place helped quell his fears about Optimus, about the CDC. He would like to think despite their gruesome display, sometimes they were just plain old full of shit.
"What is wrong with yours? Also, I would like to say, you both look pretty good for your age."
"I am just from the one shitty planet. But all my favorite people are there, so I guess it's as good a planet as any other." Actually hearing whatever he could of the place helped quell his fears about Optimus, about the CDC. He would like to think despite their gruesome display, sometimes they were just plain old full of shit.
"What is wrong with yours? Also, I would like to say, you both look pretty good for your age."
He gets up himself well enough and looks around.
"Uhhhh..." Riptide kicks a small box to the side. "Nnnnooo... we can clean this. I mean, you have a point, but I've had enough Magnus lectures. I don't need another one on how to walk."
...
"So, uh. There's nothing valuable in here right? It's essentially just mildly useful rubbish?"
"Uhhhh..." Riptide kicks a small box to the side. "Nnnnooo... we can clean this. I mean, you have a point, but I've had enough Magnus lectures. I don't need another one on how to walk."
...
"So, uh. There's nothing valuable in here right? It's essentially just mildly useful rubbish?"
"I think some of it might have been valuable, but how would I know?" One Cybertron's junk could be another Human's treasure. "I really think we should call Magnus. What if we make a bigger mess?"
He sighs and looks forlornly down at the everything.
"Unless you have a better idea?"
He sighs and looks forlornly down at the everything.
"Unless you have a better idea?"
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