thisavrou_log | [semi-closed] It's amazing what you can do when you're stupid and hard to kill part 2

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[semi-closed] It's amazing what you can do when you're stupid and hard to kill part 2

Who: Tailgate, Riptide, Sideswipe, and rescue
When: March 7th
Where: Ceta
What: Bored robots do pointlessly stupid things.
Warnings: none for now

Tailgate is slowly starting to doubt himself as he arrives at their meetup spot on the Temporary. This is a very dumb thing to do and dying over fun kind of cancels out the fun had in the first place. But he's not about to back down now! Besides it's equally possible that they won't die in some long, drawn-out, and horrifying way. Tailgate has faith in them. Maybe he should text Cyclonus, just in case. Not that his friend can even do anything, but it'd be nice to forewarn him.

Well, maybe later.

Tailgate squints at the horizon, trying to spot one of those whale things. There doesn't seem to be any at the moment, but with a little work and determination he's sure that the three of them will find a way.

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It's not a true stupid plan if you don't doubt it at least three times. Riptide is, personally, on his second.

He's not surprised to see Tailgate got there first. Part of him envisions the little guy running in excitement. Adorable.

"Hey!" he calls out as he approaches. "You ready to do something really stupid?"

"Okay, but it's not that stupid if you have a plan, right?"

He hopes so. Which is part of why he's hustling along after Riptide. Jogging to keep up with the bigger bot's steps. His hands are waving around, attempting to address both of them with his... help.

"Because I totally do. Oh, hey Marshmallow. Wanna hear the plan?"

"My name is Tailgate." Tailgate says absently as he continues gazing out into the distance. "And yes, I'm totally up for doing something stupid. Thing is, we need to get from this point to that point if the stupid thing is going to be done. Whatever we do, I think it'll involve stealing a couple of the boats and just chasing them down.

Anyone have a better idea?"

"Hey, I came into this assuming everyone had already done the work. That sounds about what we talked about initially, though." Riptide says, nodding.

He turns to Sideswipe, "What about you? What's the idea beyond theft and probably five other law breakers?"

"Uh, schyeah I do."

He says it like it should be obvious. Like they brought him along for his brains and not the fact he's an idiot who wanted to do something equally stupid.

"We do it like the cowboy movies!"

And yes, he does use fingerguns at the end of that statement, before elaborating, a little: "We lasso it! And then climb up the rope onto it!"

"I think I saw a cowboy movie once." Tailgate says thoughtfully, figuring the plan was just as good as any. "Um, they ride on those horse things to catch bills right?" He definitely got a word wrong there, but he can't figure out which one.

"Where are we going to find a lasso that big?" Chains maybe? People around here hunt the things, so there has to be something they can use.

One of the hunting boats descends slowly to Ceta's surface, parting the clouds as the hull breaches the atmosphere and begins to approach on the thin surface on the planet.

Having remained seated on the outside deck for the trip, Megatron is looking as cross as ever. The wrathful frown affixed to his face is deeper than usual, even though some part of him knew he would eventually have to make a trip like this long before the others went off to do something stupid.

He rises to his feet as he spots a familiar looking blot of blue, white, and red, and the craters they left in the brittle surface. The control room where Niko was inside gets a light tap of his knuckles.

"I'm going to go get them. I will meet you where you land."

And from there, he gestures to Cyclonus to join him, and jumps off the ship with little announcement. Megatron slams into ground a visible distance from the trio, briefly shaking the ground and kicking up an impressive cloud of dirt and dust. There's nothing like a dramatic entrance to let someone know they were now grounded for the next 10,000 years.

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"If I had to guess, they're gonna be on the ships. Which means that problem will be solved when we steal one."

A beat.

"So, uh. Who's stolen a ship before?"

"Cows. The big animals that go moo and stuff."

Don't worry, Tailgate, Mister I-Learned-Everything-From-Pop-Culture is here to save the day. Though... Riptide's question gets a look.

"What makes you think I've stolen anything before?"

Sideswipe. That just implicates you. Completely.

"Well... have you?" Tailgate asks, looking up at Sideswipe unexpectedly. No offense Sideswipe, but you have "delinquent" written all over you. Not that Tailgate minds at all if it'll help them get their adventure started.

"Besides we won't be stealing a ship, we'll just be borrowing it. It's totally different."

Cyclonus follows Megatron off the boat, landing as lightly as any multi-ton giant hunk of metal robot ever can. Less impressive than Megatron, he's being much more quiet in broadcasting his 'I am disappoint'. In fact, he's been almost entirely and sullenly silent the whole way over. Great company for the rest of the rescue party.

His silence only gets heavier as they approach their wayward rescue-ees.

For the briefest moment Tailgate wants to jump to his feet and wave energetically to his approaching crewmates. That moment quickly fades and he remembers that he's supposed to look sorry and regretful. They are in a lot of trouble after all. He bows his head, the very picture of remorse, and quietly draws a picture in the dirt by his leg.

"Hi." He mutters to them when they come close enough.

"Totally. Intent on returning! Used for intended purpose. Warranty not void."

Riptide is now looking at Sideswipe expectantly too.

Riptide, like Tailgate, knows full well the amount of shit they are in. He shifts awkwardly, holds his detatched arm loosely and waves awkwardly, not saying a word.

What can he say? Riptide knows well enough he isn't good with words.

He looks back and forth between them, shifting in place, before just... sighing, and nodding. "Yeah, once," he admits, half expecting Strongarm to materialize and cuff him again. "I lost a bet."

No, no elaboration is forthcoming.

"Show me where, I guess..."

Sideswipe, likewise, is not going to open his mouth. He's going to take his cue from Riptide. Also attempt to edge behind the big guy -- sorry Tailgate, you're cute but you're not a good shield.

He'll bolt if he has to, but he doesn't want to do that, knowing it'll leave the other two bots behind.

[Megatron has had many, many years of practice in letting people know they were in deep doodoo. He makes eye contact with all three of the Autobots. He very deliberately walks through the cloud of dust, and closes the distance between them in three or four large steps.]

[A heavy huff from his vents disturbs some of the very flammable particles still floating around them in the air.]

Now tell me, whose idea was it to take this little trip down to the planet's surface?

[Cyclonus will leave the talking to Megatron. He doesn't trust himself not to shout and make a scene and he prefers not to make a fool of himself.

He does step forward to kneel briefly next to Tailgate and give him a close once-over for any less obvious injuries, then gives a huff of vents that's equal parts relieved and angry.]

[Tailgate instantly loses interest in Megatron and looks hopefully up at Cyclonus. He quietly begs him not to be angry, but he can tell that that's a very fragile hope. Cyclonus doesn't properly look at him, and feels himself shrink a tiny bit.

That question needs to be answered though, and Tailgate needs to be the one to answer it.]

It was me. My idea. I thought it'd be fun.

No elaboration needed. Sometimes you have to accept that your new friend is a lawless delinquent, no judgement here.

"I'm pretty sure they're kept over there." Tailgate says with some judgement, "Do you want us to wait here for you to get it, or should all of us just go for it?"

[riptide leans down a bit, vaguely putting two fingers of his remaining hand on tailgate's shoulder.]

Both of us, really. We talked Sideswipe into it.

[sure, he probably knew exactly what he was doing, but at the same time, riptide is suddenly a little worried that it wouldn't be something he would've done ordinarily. as a joiner himself, riptide knows how it goes.]

"Yeah, c'mon Sideswipe. It sounds like you know what you're doing." Riptide chimes in.

"I haven't flown one of these before..."

At least they're not judging like literally everyone else he knew. Mostly Strongarm. But still. He huffs, and has a moment of absolute sulk before he pads over toward the boats in question.

"Wait if you wanna," he says, hunkering down next to one. Looks simple enough. Not like the transports back home, but still. "Doooooon't think this'll take too long..."

It probably speaks volumes about said lawless delinquency that it takes him under two minutes to get the thing activated and ready.

"Ta-daaa!"

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[semi-closed] It's amazing what you can do when you're stupid and hard to kill part 2

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Rescue

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HHHHHHHHHHHHHOLY SHIT I THOUGHT I REPLIED TO THIS

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fifty years later

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OH MY GGGGOD IT HAPPENED AGAIN

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