Post by Silverbolt on Jul 3, 2010 1:22:33 GMT -5
Open Day 9 thread on the Event Horizon (despite the, er, "prologue" starting Late Day 8)
Late one Night...on the cold grimy streets of Pz-Zazz...
Two shadowy trench coated figures met up with each other near an alleyway, under a dimly lit lamppost, exchanging shifty eyed glances with each other as they began to make their business. One of the figures, a particularly greasy rat-like creature named To'Nee Zuc-O, reached into his inside pockets and pulled out a small package.
"I've got the goods," Zuc-O sneered. "Now the only question is...do you have the dough?"
The person who Zuc-O appeared to be trading with look significantly less confident than Zuc-O...In fact he looked rather apprehensive. "I-I d-d-d-dunno about this anymore," the other man began. "I mean...you've heard the rumor's right?"
"What are you joking?" Zuc-O snickered. "Rumors of some flyin' mutant freak rightin' wrongs? Solvin' crimes? Here's a suggestion, buddy: Don't believe everything you hear in da tabloids." Zuc-O's attention shifted directly into the package. "So, are we gonna make this deal or not? 'Cause believe me you do not want to know what I went through when I stole dis thing."
"Al-alright," the other man sighed,drawing out a manila envelope, "Here's the five mil-," the man was cut off from his speech as something gleaming through the night sky was hurled between the two "businessmen'. It managed to hit the ground between them and exploded on contact, knocking both of them backwards.
When Zuc-O came too, he'd did a double take as he saw something tie the man he was making a deal with on the lamppost,. Zuc-O didn't know what it was (as the thing wasn't directly under the light of the lamppost)...but whatever it was, was frightening. Yellow eyes that glowed in the dark and a noise emanating from it that seemed to indicate growling.
Zuc-O had, of course, probably seen weirder creatures on Pz-Zazz, but then again, none of them growled and approached him menacingly in the dark of the night before. Zuc-O standard reaction would be to shoot or run away, but unfortunately for him, the latter option was out of the question as the little explosion that knocked him backwards also managed to injure his already bad leg.
Zuc-O shakily reached for his blaster as the creature came closer to him. Zuc-O thought he could reach the weapon in time, but the creature was faster. Wit ha howl of, "Arooooooooooooo!" the creature leaped forward, and the frightened dealer passed out. When he awoke again he''d be in police custody.
***
Day 9
How often does one just find a bag of money just lying there on the road? Full of millions if not billions of dollars. And how often would you find a person with a sense of justice so great that he felt compelled to nearly search an entire planet until he found the owner? Silverbolt the noble Maximal Fuzor would be that person (or bot as the case may be). Even after just recovering from his injuries during his bout with Tarantulas and Jetstorm, Silverbolt still felt compelled to go out and right wrongs.
Unfortunately, Silverbolt never did find the owner of the bag. He went from person to person, asking them if they were the owner. Of course...most of them immediately said yes and Silverbolt's wolf senses let him know when someone isn't quite telling the truth.
And even after all of that...Silverbolt still didn't want the money. It just didn't feel right to him. So what's a fuzor to do? Why, he'll donate to charity of course! And so Silverbolt went to orphanage to hospitals, to retirement homes, the urban renewal programs, etc.
Perhaps efforts such as these will show that the Autobots (and Maximals!) are just here to help. Now, you may be wondering...What does our young Maximal do when he's not spreading the wealth? Why he takes lounges about and takes naps on various parts of the Event Horizon of course.
Currently his choice of sleeping spots is the ship's lounge. Silverbolt is looking pretty comfortable, curling up in beast mode laying on the floor in front of a couch. Why he chose not to sleep on the couch is anyone's guess. . It must be an odd sight to see the usually eager-to-help Silverbolt,lazing about like this. So far no one has questioned him about it yet...
OOC: If I told you I knew where I was going with this...well that'd be a pretty big lie...
Late one Night...on the cold grimy streets of Pz-Zazz...
Two shadowy trench coated figures met up with each other near an alleyway, under a dimly lit lamppost, exchanging shifty eyed glances with each other as they began to make their business. One of the figures, a particularly greasy rat-like creature named To'Nee Zuc-O, reached into his inside pockets and pulled out a small package.
"I've got the goods," Zuc-O sneered. "Now the only question is...do you have the dough?"
The person who Zuc-O appeared to be trading with look significantly less confident than Zuc-O...In fact he looked rather apprehensive. "I-I d-d-d-dunno about this anymore," the other man began. "I mean...you've heard the rumor's right?"
"What are you joking?" Zuc-O snickered. "Rumors of some flyin' mutant freak rightin' wrongs? Solvin' crimes? Here's a suggestion, buddy: Don't believe everything you hear in da tabloids." Zuc-O's attention shifted directly into the package. "So, are we gonna make this deal or not? 'Cause believe me you do not want to know what I went through when I stole dis thing."
"Al-alright," the other man sighed,drawing out a manila envelope, "Here's the five mil-," the man was cut off from his speech as something gleaming through the night sky was hurled between the two "businessmen'. It managed to hit the ground between them and exploded on contact, knocking both of them backwards.
When Zuc-O came too, he'd did a double take as he saw something tie the man he was making a deal with on the lamppost,. Zuc-O didn't know what it was (as the thing wasn't directly under the light of the lamppost)...but whatever it was, was frightening. Yellow eyes that glowed in the dark and a noise emanating from it that seemed to indicate growling.
Zuc-O had, of course, probably seen weirder creatures on Pz-Zazz, but then again, none of them growled and approached him menacingly in the dark of the night before. Zuc-O standard reaction would be to shoot or run away, but unfortunately for him, the latter option was out of the question as the little explosion that knocked him backwards also managed to injure his already bad leg.
Zuc-O shakily reached for his blaster as the creature came closer to him. Zuc-O thought he could reach the weapon in time, but the creature was faster. Wit ha howl of, "Arooooooooooooo!" the creature leaped forward, and the frightened dealer passed out. When he awoke again he''d be in police custody.
***
Day 9
How often does one just find a bag of money just lying there on the road? Full of millions if not billions of dollars. And how often would you find a person with a sense of justice so great that he felt compelled to nearly search an entire planet until he found the owner? Silverbolt the noble Maximal Fuzor would be that person (or bot as the case may be). Even after just recovering from his injuries during his bout with Tarantulas and Jetstorm, Silverbolt still felt compelled to go out and right wrongs.
Unfortunately, Silverbolt never did find the owner of the bag. He went from person to person, asking them if they were the owner. Of course...most of them immediately said yes and Silverbolt's wolf senses let him know when someone isn't quite telling the truth.
And even after all of that...Silverbolt still didn't want the money. It just didn't feel right to him. So what's a fuzor to do? Why, he'll donate to charity of course! And so Silverbolt went to orphanage to hospitals, to retirement homes, the urban renewal programs, etc.
Perhaps efforts such as these will show that the Autobots (and Maximals!) are just here to help. Now, you may be wondering...What does our young Maximal do when he's not spreading the wealth? Why he takes lounges about and takes naps on various parts of the Event Horizon of course.
Currently his choice of sleeping spots is the ship's lounge. Silverbolt is looking pretty comfortable, curling up in beast mode laying on the floor in front of a couch. Why he chose not to sleep on the couch is anyone's guess. . It must be an odd sight to see the usually eager-to-help Silverbolt,lazing about like this. So far no one has questioned him about it yet...
OOC: If I told you I knew where I was going with this...well that'd be a pretty big lie...