Crashdown: It's the Cops!

[Long Haul]

OOC: Crossposted from 'Crashdown'.

Long Haul rubs the back of his head. He looks between Optimus and the others and the alien, but as the Tommy gun-toting guy doesn't look ready to start blasting them right now, he decides maybe he ought to go help out some of these wounded organics. Long Haul, without another word to the others, heads out the hatch and starts to approach one such wounded.

Unfortunately, on the way he's intercepted by the individuals getting out of the police car. One is humanoid, though he's scaled to Transformers. The other looks to be some sort of insectoid, similarly large. Both are wearing get-ups that actually seem quite similar to Terran police uniforms.

"Well, well, well..." says the insectoid, a clicking, chittering noise being produced at the same time as the understandable language. "What do we have here?"

[Springer]

OOC: Majority crossposted from 'Crashdown'.

Springer finds himself between several different situations, and for a moment, unsure of which to deal with. The organic with the gun appears to be slightly less hostile than before with the talk of a 'boss'. However...there's a newcomer. Kind of an ugly one, but he makes Springer a bit uneasy.

Then Ramulus comes over the line, and Springer adds to it - //We got anyone skilled in rescue?// Any other time, and Springer would hop on over to help save the day, but this world has him on-edge, and he's staying on this side in case things turn sour. His attention turns away from the gun-toter and to the bugman for now...

"Ah... Well, we kinda dropped in rather unexpectedly. Apologies for that," he answers, putting forth a look of embarassment. "Just a bit of time to repair our ship, and we'll be out of your hair."

[Long Haul]

Considering it's the insect cop who's been speaking, he gives Springer a rather odd look when the Triple-Changer mentions 'hair.' At least, the look is odder than his normal looks, but frankly, all of the alien's looks are on the odd side.

"Ooooooooh," he clicks out in understanding. "So attempting a hit an run, but you got a flat on the way out, eh?"

Long Haul scratches the ridge on the top of his head. "Huh? But Omega Supreme doesn't have tires! Only treads!" he protests.

"Shaddup!" the humanoid cop yells at Long Haul.

"You tear down our buildings," the insect begins again, "do hundreds-"

"Thousands," the other cop interrupts.

"Thousands of shanix in property damage, and expect to just put a band-aid on your own boo-boos and run off, do you? Just leaving the city to pay to clean up your mess, are you?"

[Springer]

Springer crosses his arms, adjusting his stance so his feet are shoulder-width apart, and shoots the humanoid cop a harsh look when he snaps at Long Haul.

Then his shoulders slump a bit as the two start in. Springer's not really familiar with good-cop-bad-cop. Or bad-cop-bad-cop. He's more suited to shooting the bad guys and letting others sort it out. "Okay, hold on - don't go putting words in our vocalisers. There was no hit-and-run - our ship suffered a malfunction outside of orbit, then we wound up here. We can help rebuild the buildings we knocked down. It's only fair, after all. However, we don't have time to get settled down here for a very extended period of time. We've got our own things to worry about, after all."

[Starscream]

Starscream has taken off and is currently surveying the mess. Given his angle and the distance from the Autobots, he is unlikely to be identified any more specific than 'an F-15'. Though really, that's probably all that is needed. For now he's enjoying the long-distance show as he spots two the boys in blue¹ deal with the bots in green. Unfortunately he cannot make either out, yet. He chuckles to himself as he waits to see how things will play out.

¹ Or whatever colour alien insectoid police uniforms are these days.

[Long Haul]

"Oh, of course!" the clicking insectoid cop (who is, indeed, wearing blue) exclaims, four segmented arms (or is that the four upper legs?) thrown wide in a gesture that seems to be beseeching the heavens. "Everybody's got their own problems! Nobody's looking out for the little guy! That's just the way of the world these days!" He shakes his triangular head and makes a sniffing noise while one 'hand' comes up to his eye, as though to wipe away a non-existant tear. "Sad, really," he sighs.

"Real sad," agrees the other cop.

"But anyway," the insectoid continues, two lower arms (or is that the two middle legs?) move sternly to his sides, roughly where his hips would be if he had them, while the upper arms (legs?) cross sternly in front of him, "all of that's immaterial. I can't even begin to count the number o' ordinances you guys have broken here, starting with destruction of property, disturbing the peace, reckless endangerment... why, the list goes on and on! You folks'll gonna have to stand your day in court!"

"That's right! Court!" echoes the other cop.

Long Haul, meanwhile, is distracted from the tirade by a sound that comes overhead. Misfire came and went before the Constructibot could see him, but with Blitzwing circling overhead and a new jet approaching, it's getting harder and harder to ignore the arriving Decepticons. "Hey, uhm, Springer? I think we might have a problem. Well, more of 'em."

[Springer]

The more he talks to these aliens, the worse Springer feels. Broken ordinances, court appearances...

Springer never thought he'd say this, but for once, he hates that Kup was right.

He also wishes Xaaron was here. He could fast-talk these aliens into eating out of his hand.

"I don't think all that's necessary for an accident, after all... We were just trying to find home--" Long Haul's observation cuts him off, and Springer looks skyward. "...Oh, Primacron on a pogo stick..."

[Starscream]

OOC: Please Skip Starscream for now.

[Duskwing]

Duskwing is only a little bit laggard, having had to dodge a couple of local newscopters--not that he made any effort to keep his wake vortex from tumbling them all over the sky. If the locals couldn't fly, that was their tough luck.

Finally he spots Starscream and forms up with him. "Whadda we got, boss? Oh, hey, Omega Supine splatted himself but good, din't he?"

He continues to circle in formation with Starscream, just off the Air Commander's right wing. Flying, he can manage. "Hey! Izzat Longhaul down dere? Or is Hook or Mixy going in?" Because one blocky, lime green and purple robot looks much like another.

"Somethin' familiar about that other guy..."

[Long Haul]

Long Haul looks at Springer, optic band flickering uncertainly. "Who onna what?" he asks, confused.

"Well, perhaps we can just levy a fine," the insectoid cop suggests. "I'm sure there's a..."

"Regulation," suggests the humanoid.

"Regulation about that." With that, the insectoid makes a great show of pulling out some sort of palm-held information device and paging through it, but the message is clear - these people really do seem to all be after the same thing!

While the insect examines the 'regulations', the human looks up at the planes circling overhead, as that's where the Transformers are looking. He nudges the insect, who also looks up. Then the insect looks at Long Haul and Springer suspiciously, one antenna cocked aside.

"Friends of yours?"

[Springer]

"That'd work out pretty well, I think..." Springer answers rather absentmindedly.

Total of three so far, and growing. This can't end well.

Once the question is asked, Springer looks at the insect guy. "Not really. Don't suppose the name 'Decepticons' means anything to you folks, does it?"

[Duskwing]

Duskwing continues talking, apparently enchanted with the sound of his own voice. "Damn! Misfire gets to have some fun. Can I dive on that big green guy? Huh? Can I...."

His voice trails off as Duskwing rolls, flying upside down to get a better view of events groundside. "Big... green... guy. I know that big green goon! Dat's Springer! I owe him bigtime! Dat slagger shot me in the head--I'm gonna blow his whole head from here to the next city! Let's see how he likes time-on-target wit' a full rack of cluster bombs!"

Duskwing peels off and rolls into a dive, straight toward Springer. He's circling pretty high, so it'll take a while for him to get there....

[Mistwind]

"DUSKWING ARE YOU NUTS?? Ah, Sir!!! ORDERS!" Whether or not Duskwing's human controls work, Mistwind is now trying to make the jet pull back up!

[Starscream]

Starscream cannot catch a break. //Duskwing pull up NOW or so help me I will ASSIST the Autobots in TEARING YOU A NEW AFTERBURNER.//

He does not, however, change his altitude. Because Duskwing is going to come to his senses and stop his descent.

Isn't he.

[Long Haul]

"Decepticons? Never heard of 'e- woah! Woah!" the insect finishes in panic, drawing his weapon and leaping in a single jump to the other side of the car for cover. He had been watching the jets, after all.

The other cop has to run around the car the old fashioned way.

Long Haul, meanwhile, just crouches.

"Y'know what'd be handy now? A rocket!" he notes, cracking the fourth wall.