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[Waspinator]

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From seemingly nowhere a scattering of green, black and purple technorganic insect parts fell to the rock laden floor. The head rolled to a stop, purple optics flickered then flared into life. An arm, still attached to a torso pulled itself along and reached out. “Wazzpinator cannot go off line, Wazzpinator have planzz”. The head spoke in a slightly laboured, heavily processed voice.

[Slugslinger]

"Yawn." So great is his disinterest in his job that Slugslinger can't even summon up the energy to actually yawn. He leans back, feet propped up on the console, and flicks another washer at the cup on the other console. It plinks in with the others; he sighs and fiddles with the next, juggling it between his fingers, then turns to check the monitor next to him while he lobs the washer at the cup without looking.

Rather than a plink, he hears a clack instead. Which is wrong, because he's been landing his throws all shift. He looks up and promptly makes a face at the cup, left optic wide and mouth drawn into a baffled frown, and the antenna currently sitting in the cup like a straw. He turns toward the rock pile just in time to see a disembodied, bug-like head buzzing words at the torso busy pulling itself along with the one arm still attached to it.

"Well, this is a new one on me," Slugslinger says, chuckling. He grabs the front edge of the console and jumps, pulling himself over it, never one to miss a good horror show. "Not every day a talking head shows up. Hey – hey! Over here!" He leans against the console, waving one hand. "Hey pal… you'll want to put those plans on hold for a while."

[Waspinator]

The reaching hand felt for the head, found it, picked it up and turned it so the optics could register the other in the room. For a long moment, Waspinator just stared at the strange bot, then he turned his head around to look at the rubble that was his body. “New plan, zalvage Wazzpinator”.

Three more arms were in various stages of crawling to the torso, other bits doing they’re best just to wriggle. With a single solid click, the head was reattached to the neck. Piece by piece the puzzle came together. But there were a lot of parts scattered and the transwarp energy overload had caused more damage than simple dismemberment. “Wazzpinator might need zome help”, loathe as he was to admit it, he had no choice but to trust in the strange jet bot.

[Tarantulas]

Tarantulas has spun himself a little web up in the corner where the ceiling meets the walls. It's placed so that one would have to move furniture to reach it with a broom or a vacuum cleaner, like all good cobwebs. He's asleep, but he wakes up when he hears a buzzing voice.

"Waspinator?" he asks, lowering himself to the floor on a thread. Just what he needs, the incompetent idiotic insect. "At this rate the gang will be all here by the time we leave Pz-Zazz," he says, transforming to robot mode as he moves to greet the newcomer and finally gets a glimpse of him. "By the Pit! He's huge. Not my Waspinator. He's in pieces, though, that's familiar enough."

[Slugslinger]

"Oh, you know this guy?" Slugslinger wonders, craning his neck to peer down at the spider-bot. Is he supposed to be roosting in the rock room? Probably not, come to think, and Slugslinger smirks. Not that something being forbidden ever really stopped the jet from trying it, so he can't quite fault Tarantulas there. "That's handy," he goes on. He assumes a more casual, slouched posture, crossing his arms loosely at his waist. "You talk to him then." He flicks one hand at Waspinator's many scattered bits and pieces, then adds cheerfully, "And I'll be here to save your tiny behind if he goes homicidal."

[Waspinator]

Yeah that’s fine, Waspinator will just salvage himself, who needs a spare hand when you have four? Now why did he get a horrible sensation of déjà vu? Why does the spiderbot not have a chin? Why do I keep writing questions?

Homicidal… yes that was part of one of his plans, several plans in fact, it may yet get added to today’s list of things to do. First things first, legs, he has them, over there somewhere. Waspinator began pulling himself over to them, collecting one arm in the process.

[Tarantulas]

Tarantulas isn't roosting, he's on rock watch! He just happened to be using the opportunity to take a nap.

"I know a version of him, but I don't think this one is from my reality," the spider says over his shoulder to Slugslinger. "Waspinator, was it? Do you need medical assistance or should we just let you gather your pieces? And I don't suppose I could bother you for your last timestamp?"

[Slugslinger]

Waspinator seems to be doing a bang-up job of pulling himself together; Slugslinger would hate to get in the way. He does make a stretch over the console and pluck that wayward antenna from his target cup, but while the bug-bot works on his limbs, he hangs back and just twirls the antenna between thumb and middle finger, waiting.

"Good to know." He gives Tarantulas a carefree half-shrug. "Saves me having to figure out if he's gigantic or you're just a dwarf!" he adds, left side of his mouth pulled up into a smirk. He blinks and looks down when his leg jogs seemingly of its own accord, finding a dismembered foot nudging his. Must have wended its over here when Waspinator landed. He bends and picks it up with his free hand, plays its weight with a bounce or two in his palm. He looks up again at Waspinator and his smirk takes over the right side of his mouth as well. "Hey, buddy!" he calls. "Don't forget this one!" And he lobs the foot right at Waspinator's head.

[Waspinator]

Looking back to Spiderbot, Waspinator paused in his gatherings and performed a very limited self diagnosis check. Yup, he was broken. “Yezz. Medical azziztance required”, he puzzled about the timestamp but then from what he had heard about transwarp, the request wasn’t completely outside the box. “Time stamp iz..”, body clock broken too, he went off memory. “Time stamp izz <end of episode: Predacons rising>”.

Waspinator could sense where his pieces lay, the larger the piece the more accurate his perception. So when his leg sailed at his head, he simply rolled to his side and plucked it from the air. This Waspinator is a megacool badbot, not a chew toy of this universe, and actually getting kicked in the head with his own leg was soo not going to happen.

With the sort of click you expect from very expensive engineering, the leg went into place at his hip, one down, one to go. “Thankyou”. His tone was dead flat, he would keep an eye on Twoface, he had a list and it was always happy to have fresh names.

[Tarantulas]

Tarantulas nods and walks over to the wall to fetch the medical kit stored there. Fortunately, it's placed and sized so he can reach and use it.

Apparently this Waspinator is even better at putting himself back together than the one the spider is familiar with. "Do you get blown apart often?" he asks, approaching the slowly reassembling bugbot with medkit in hand. "And what medical attention do you require other than joint sealant?" Tarantulas seriously doubts there's even enough joint sealant in the kit for this. He pauses in his tracks to watch a tiny vestigial arm crawling toward Waspinator's torso, then picks it up and drags it along with him. If big Waspy is as dim as little Waspy was, getting on his good side could pay off later.

[Slugslinger]

That's Slugslinger, always out to make others happy. He hangs back and continues to twirl that antenna since Tarantulas seems to have the medical thing well in hand and, in no uncertain terms, Slugslinger is not a medic. He isn't even sure what, exactly, is his reactor linkage – though he's heard others tell him to shove his head up it or pull his head from it more than once, so he has to assume it's something awkward and unpleasant – much less can he navigate someone else's damage.

"C'mon," Slugslinger jeers, both hands thrown up in a shrug, "he's in, like, a million pieces. Of course he's gonna need more than some joint sealant!"

[Waspinator]

Really what Waspinator needed was a nice CR bath with a little yellow rubber Ducky for some nice company. “Wazzpinator never blown apart before”. He was unsurprisingly grumpy about this particular debacle; it was not a good way to start his new life.

He was no medic either, and being Technorganic, the second of his kind was not helping. “Wazzpinator’z inzidez are broken, have headache in whole body”, even the bits of him yet to be attached ached in a distant way. He gratefully accepted the vestigial arm “Thankyou”, this time it did have some warmth, this Waspinator wasn’t that dim and of course he had his own plans but if the spider wanted to play nice then the wasp was as good a target as any. “…where izz Wazzpinator?”

[Tarantulas]

"Try not to make a habit out of it," Tarantulas responds to Waspinator's admission that this is his first time being dismembered. "And you can't just assume he has other damage," he says over his shoulder to Slugslinger. "Especially not when he's literally pulling himself back together. For all we know he might regenerate or something." Turning back to the other bug-former, he says "If you don't need urgent care, you can use the CR tank once you clear security. As to where you are, it's a long story."

[Slugslinger]

"I dunno, seems like a pretty safe assumption to me." Slugslinger shrugs again, this time with a contrived, long-suffering look – woe is Slugslinger, whose advice is never taken! – and lowers his hands. He braces them on the edge of the console, careful not to crush the antenna he's still holding. Now he starts erratically tapping it against the metal out of boredom. "I mean, nobody just regenerates that fast."

[Waspinator]

Waspinator looked between the two arguing over how fast Waspinator could regenerate. Well for one her did not regenerate that fast, otherwise it would say so in his bio. Actually he didn’t know how fast he could regenerate, he’d only been in this format for ten minutes, many of his internal systems still seemed to be offline and that status didn’t seem like it was going to change in the next few nanos. On the flipside, he didn’t feel like he was going to blow up again any time soon.

He tried to stand on his one leg and was pleasantly surprised to find he could balance, he rose to the height of Slugslinger, Tarantulas had it right – huge. He began hopping over to his other leg, “Wazzpinator waiting for long ztory”.