I want it all and I want it right now

[harderfasterwrecker]

Who:The idiot robots brigade of the Moira and their rescuers.
When: During the kidnapping adventure
Where:One very large compound owned by a very rich jerk.
What: So it turns out, this guy likes Robots. And so it was easier to do their drama like this than try and make a mess all over the event log.
Warnings:Same as the event log. Talks of all sorts of things like murder, forced captivity, sex things, really really bad attempts at understanding organic sexual practices. All sorts of things.


To no one's great surprise, the Cybertronian's ended up in trouble. One very particular buyer, a one Mr. Yaj O'nel, saw the collective on the markets and snatched them all up one after another until both Decepticons and Autobots were housed under his roof with various other mechanisms and slaves.

He was the sort to have all sorts of transports in his garages and so the possibility of living ones was obviously....quiet attractive. Mostly to deal with their very large sizes, they were shoved into a similar area, and they were all forced to deal with each other, much to the distain of all involved, though they were all much less fond of their captor and his various helpers, for once having something of a common enemy.

Due to his particular likes and dislikes, both flyers had been assigned to other tasks, one to sport and one to basic labor while the two grounders and the boat were assigned to more questionable pursuits. Of course, they were quite confused about the nature of such things because organics are gross and do gross things and really all of their knowledge came from a strange mash up of nature documentaries and twentieth century daytime TV, neither being particularly effective at explaining.

Eventually, at least, someone was probably going to be able to follow the lead to where the bots were to come and get them, but until then...Well.

They're just going to have to wait it out.

Comments

SHINANIGANS

[harderfasterwrecker]

[Here goes various planned and unplanned ridiculousness.]

PREGGO

[heroicpose]

[ You know, if there was one thing about being repeatedly touched and watched by some creepy organic without much of a clue why this was happening, it was that it gave the mind a lot of time to come up with answers as to why.

His tank was upset to the point he's dry heaved a few times, and every time the slaver asks him to open up and then presses his hands to his insides he comes away from the encounter feeling sort of slimy and sticky.

Of course, the queasiness could be hunger and anxiety, and the feeling of sliminess could be in his head.

However Rodimus isn't the most rational of people and after a really awkward encounter with the slaver where he seemed to be enjoying it too much he comes to the conclusion the organic has been trying to have sex with him, and in that case he is probably filled to the bring with his gross organic spawn now.

Most of the time, Rodimus just lays on the floor clutching his stomach while he makes a soft groaning noise, wondering what he had done to deserve in life to become alien pregnant. ]

[harderfasterwrecker]

[Here is a Whirl with no sympathy who has been listening to this whining for quite a while now. Without actually looking in Rodimus' direction or onlining his optics Whirl decides to comment.]

Are you dying. Because if you are, I called dibs on being first and that's not fair.

[heroicpose]

No. Maybe. [ I mean, if he's full of alien eggs or something like that, wouldn't they be uncomfortably close to his spark? He feels a twinge of pain there just as he thinks about it. ]

You remember in FRIENDS when Rachel finds out she's got that human baby growing in her insides?

[knaval]

[riptide has no idea what rodimus is feeling, but it's clear he's Not Right.

coming back from his own... meeting, he flops down, then gathers up some small rocks from the floor and flicks them at rodimus's spoiler.]

Hey. [tink.] Hey. [tink.] Hey. [tink.]

Are you sick?

[heroicpose]

[ Each time that rock hits his spoiler it flicks, sort of like when you brush a cat's ear lightly.

After a while, he uncurls enough to fix an annoyed glare on Riptide. ]

You can eat my entire aft.

[aerospacecommander]

[Really Starscream does not care about any of the other people he's stuck in this mess with, but the sight of the mech laying on the ground was rather pathetic. Somehow this must be karma for him to end up stuck somewhere with a bunch of losers and not anyone remotely useful.

He sighs and just stares for a long moment.]

If you're going to die, do it quietly. You're interrupting my genocidal daydream about what I'm going to do to our captors.

[heroicpose]

[ You're not looking too useful yourself, Starscream. Rodimus grunts even louder just to annoy him a little bit more. He's never been fond of Starscream, and this was obviously not the one from his dimension, but he's still Starscream. ]

If you wanna swap places, I'll be for it. You can go out and get molested some by some gross organic.

Starscream complaining

[aerospacecommander]

[Starscream's life is pain. Well, not really, it could be worse he supposed but he was still being forced to do work against his will. The treatment wasn't the lowest he's ever seen on Cybertron, but it was still pretty terrible. Fortunately Starscream seemed to be fairing better than his other mechanical comrades.

That wouldn't stop him from complaining though or from being absolutely stubborn and refusing to do what he's told. Because he's a Decepticon and he can take it. Mostly.]

When I get out of here, I'm going to blast them to atoms! And then blast those into even smaller particles. And when I'm through I'll find a way to regenerate them and do it again and again!

the only organic in this log

[swaddledog]

[ Furiosa, on the other hand, keeps her mouth shut. Slavery was something that had been a large factor of her life; while this was hardly terrible compared to the slavers of the wasteland, she knew well enough not to mouth off and instead bide her time.

The huge mechanical person bitching was going to get himself slapped around, and it wasn't going to be any of her business, but she puts the box she was carrying to give him a dull look. ]

Oh yeah? And what's your plan to get out of here?

[knaval]

[riptide is laying on his back and barely even looks at starscream, instead raising an arm to the heavens to emphasise his point.]

Why don't you do it now then, mighty Starscream?

[harderfasterwrecker]

[Whirl is flopped across the floor of the cell and makes his claw move with Starscream's mouth, the way most people would make their hands talk.]

Bllllaaaaahh blah. Murder blah blah death blah blah blast their frackking faces off.

[He says this in a completely monotone voice. Which is very monotone.]

TOP LEVELS / AKA BOTHER A BOT

[harderfasterwrecker]

[knaval]

Well, I think we should play pog.

[riptide stands up, pounding a fist into his palm with determination.]

We can't keep moping around forever!








...Also, what's pog?

[he's not in a morale position for a reason.]

[harderfasterwrecker]

You're a pog.

[Whirl tosses his head back in the way that probably would be really uncomfortable if he had more of a helm.]

Sit your aft down.

[He vents in a way that is meant to be particularly irritating, and hunches over further around his knees.]

Your enthusiasm is irritating.

whirlybird

[harderfasterwrecker]

A
[ Whirl is pretty much aggressive from day one of being held, though it's almost manic at first. He seems to find a lot of fun in the fact that he gets to go let loose and will gladly lord it over everyone else. He gets to leave. He gets to fight. He gets his inhibitors turned off to go raise hell. They fix him when he gets back to the fights to some degree, so he's just fine. He's fine. Of course he's fine. He's not worried about the fact that they put the inhibitors on in the first place. Why would he be. It's not like they make him itch by being anywhere near him and it's not like the idea of anything getting up under his plating doesn't make his tanks twist.

He's- it's- he's...Fine.

Until he comes back looking less than happy about it, with scorched plating and quieter than usual.

He hasn't slept this whole time, but it suddenly becomes very obvious when he's mostly just angry and glaring at walls until someone tries to talk to him. He remains awake and angry the rest of the time. ]

B

[ Of course, at least one of the days, Whirl comes back less than put together. He's tossed back in with a wing bent at a terribly awkward angle and clearly spitting mad, ready to launch back through the bars. It takes him a while to calm back down enough to be talked to, though it's clear that a lot of it is that he is in a lot of pain. His left wing is literally bent at almost ninety degrees and from the sound of things they'd tossed him in without fixing it to prove a point. Whirl shouts obscenities at them until they leave and then sits himself down to try and get some kind of grip on it to try and pull it back into place. ]

...Okay. One of you slagheaps, bend it back or rip it off I don't care. Just fix it.

A

[sparkwhisperer]

[While Whirl hasn't been sleeping, its all that Tarn has been doing. Too low on energy, he's trying to make what he has left count.

Tarn's optics flash online as he hears Whirl being locked back in a cell across from him. Tarn has come to expect useless yelling and angry chatter by now, but Whirl is nothing but silent. It's off-putting.]


Glaring at the wall isn't going to change anything.

[Tarn pulls himself up to sit against the back of his cell, crossing his arms over he knees. His plating is clean and neatly polished in comparison to Whirls's scorched frame.]

B

[heroicpose]

[ As a contrast, Rodimus is looking quite shiny. Then again three of them were kept quite clean and glistening, but the hod rod was sporting a shiny new gloss that would have been blinding if his biolights had enough energy to glow at full capacity.

He doesn't even try saying anything to Whirl when he's tossed back in though, content to lay on the floor in misery until the copter breaks the silence himself. He pushes himself up, irritable about being disturbed, then grunts. ]

You want me to try?

ROLL TO THE RESCUE

[harderfasterwrecker]

[ Here is where we can put the rescue. WHEN WE HAVE ONE. ]

A routine patrol with four Bots in stasis

[aminerproblem]

Briefing on the Rodpod

[Fresh off the Caducan invasion they would (unsurprisingly) find themselves five bots short. Starscream was not high on Megatron's priority list with regards to a rescue, but with his Co-Captain and several crewmates abducted by what appeared to be organic slavers, locating them and liberating them from their kidnappers came first before exploring the unfortunate part of the universe they found themselves in.]

[Though organics were generally ill-prepared to take on a proper Cybertronian army, it wasn't unheard of for one or two stragglers to get picked off and forced into slavery in their home universe - even Decepticons. Autobot or not, the system left a foul, bitter taste in his mouth, and an uncomfortable stirring of the old aggression he'd been doing so well to grow past.]

[As justified as it would feel, stomping them into dust wouldn't be the right choice. It never would be again. So instead, he gathered the remaining crew(save for Bee) to brief them on how the plan could go down. The main room of the Rodpod was dark as a diagram showing an aerial view of the encampment where they were being held is displayed on screen.]

...Seeing as they've been able to hold on to Rodimus and the others, we can assume they have weapons or other restraining devices to combat a direct attack.

The element of surprise will be most useful here.

[He turns to face the group.]

We will enter the base as inquiring merchants in holomatter form. Assuming the slavers are willing to show us their "stocks", we should get a good idea of how the interior is laid out.

Once I give the signal, Soundwave will block all communication on the site. This will give Peridot a chance to pilot the Rodpod close enough where we can drop down onto where the others are being held. Likely somewhere here.

[A finger points to what appears to be a large storage building or garage.]

And one more point - our priority is to retrieve the others. As loathsome as these slavers are, we're not here to wipe them off the map and bring undue attention back to the Moira. We've already seen what happens when things get out of hand.

Any questions?

Part 1: Holomatter Shenanigans

[Projecting a humanoid form under the guise of a Merchant, Megatron and whoever would join him would find themselves deep within the encampment of the wealthy exotic vehicle collector and gladiator bloodsport host of Yaj O'Nel. It was quite exuberant in decor for its guests, but equally heavily guarded. The skirmishes between slavers had left the defenses well prepared for something mechanized to come tromping through the front door.]

[It's a good thing they were the back route.]

Part 2: Picking up the Kids from Soccer Practice
[After finding where the other crewmates were being held, they leapt into action.]

[Their plan was sprung, and the Cybertronians inside may recognize the sound of the Rodpod's engines as they made the drop. The hallways near the garage and holding pens explode with gunfire as groups split up to find each captured crewmate. Megatron is sporting his cannon(he's been getting a lot of use of the thing lately) - but he only uses it on the automated towers defending the building and decidedly ignores the ground security forces in favor of barreling through the hallways.]

[Perhaps they burst through at the most inopportune time as doors are slammed open, but one thing is clear enough: someone is storming the defenses of this rare exotic vehicle collection to get their hands on some space ferraris.]

Years later woke in the strangest of places

[daintylegs]

[Tailgate raises a hand.]

Okay, so when you say that we're not here to wipe them off the map, do you mean we're not allowed to kill them?

Because I think they kind of deserve it.

[He glances around.]

I'm not the only one thinking this, right?

PART 1 SHENANIGANS >8(

[iseedeadbees]

[Starscream would join him, because Starscream is convinced that Megatron and pretty much every single Autobot ever is probably going to ruin everything if they try to do this unsupervised. Seriously have you met these Autobots.]

Now, I'm sure we can all agree that I'm the one that should do the talking. Not that I think you'll screw it up, but... well, I think you'll screw it up.

[See this isn't directed just at Megatron except that it totally is.]

Part 2

[heroicpose]

[ The queasiness in his tanks were just getting worse, and even if rescue might happen, Rodimus can't really stand for this much longer. It was time to take action.

Tarn wasn't really his first choice, but desperate times meant desperate measures. He can evaluate himself and his life choices after the whole place had been burnt to ash and he was doing a triple backflip onto the first ship they could steal that was large enough for them. ]

Tarn.

[ Yaj O'Nel unfortunately was keeping a closer watch on them after some business with other slavers. Standard procedure, just to make sure none of his assets were stolen by competition in case it was a scam. Unfortunately, it meant that he couldn't just have someone mess around with his weapon systems and be done with it.

Swallowing pride, Rodimus moves to Tarn's cell. ]

I'm lonely.

[decepticonpeacemaker]

Part 1

[Soundwave had never had much need for a holomatter avatar before. But then he also turned into a boombox that humans could carry around easily enough. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, trying to get use to the fake, but still human looking body. He looked female, of a pretty average height, long black hair pulled into a bun, and a blue suit jacket with matching skirt. Really, he looked pretty ordinary apart from the red eyes. And the rather blank expression, even for walking through the less than savory encampment.]

I do hope this does not turn out to be a waste of time and energy.

[It took a good deal of energon to project the holomatter avatars, after all. They could just come in guns blazing and probably have it take just as much in terms of resources.]

Briefing

[peridork]

[To her credit, Peridot listens to Megatron's whole speech without interrupting. Partially that's because she's been conditioned to listen closely to instructions, but mostly? She's just trying to make a good impression. Being in the company of larger gems is bad enough when she has to deal with it, but in here? She's practically a speck amid all of these massive Cybertronians... and that's even with her enhancements on.

Of course, this doesn't stop her from preening a bit when her name is dropped. She puffs up, looks very mature and serious and cool. These metal-heads will be impressed with her, and how important her role here is, if she has anything to say about it.]

Yes. I have a question... Or, it's more of a request, really. That is, if I'm going to be piloting this tastelessly designed hunk of metal, someone should probably brief me on what weapons it possesses.