A Meeting of Minds

[Rodimus Prime-3]

"No!" Rodimus snaps, then he turns to look towards the Zoo. Then he smirks. "Although if you're interested, you can... /aid/ me in greeting the new arrivals." With that, Mirage still cradled in his left arm, Rodimus leaps off the building and begins striding towards the zoo.

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OOC: Starscream is free to follow if he wishes. We'll probably just use this thread to meet up with Omega Supreme and all.

[Starscream]

Starscream suppresses a grin that nearly breaks out and spreads across his face at the discovery of a great big button of Rodimus' that he just pushed.

"Very well. It will be.. interesting. To say the least."

Starscream gracefully floats down from the building, and hovers behind Rodimus. Why stride when you can glide?

[Rodimus Prime-3]

Rodimus doesn't answer Starscream, but only nods and proceeds his way to the Zoo. There, a distance from the wreckage left by Omega and Hellbender's battle, he looks up. He looks up, and he smiles, for at this point the rocketship form of his own Omega Supreme can be seen fast approaching. "Ah, here we go," he murmurs softly.

[Omega Supreme-3]

Soon, the roar of a rocket engine becomes nearly deafening as Omega Supreme comes in for final approach. One moment, he's a tiny speck, far away. The next, he looms massive, blotting the sky.

The rocket simply impacts a fairly clear stretch of the metal road and scrape out a great furrow. Then, the rest of his rocket base appears and hoists the rocket high.

The rocket base stands before them, massive and foreboding. Then, a voice lazily issues form the rocket base itself, "Hey, boss. So... what was the rush?"

The voice is right, but the speech pattern is so very wrong.

[Kup-3]

A mechanoid of older design walks down the lowered ramp, head held high and expression a bored neutral. It's easy enough to recognize him as Kup, despite the fact that his paint job is more kept up and well-polished, so that it gleams brightly in the late afternoon sun. In his right hand is a leash, and he is leading a muzzled, robotic bambiraptor.

Once at the base of the ramp, he gets down on one knee in a low bow before the Prime. "I bring greetings, my lord Rodimus," he says, voice perhaps a bit less roughened, a bit more cultured than his counterpart's. "And a gift." He jerks the leash slightly. "This one showed up not long before we left. I thought it might be of interest to you."

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OOC: This is it: the last opportunity to bring a Autobot-3 into the plot. Either the Autobot-3 is already here, is in Omega Supreme-3, or they are not crossing over.

[Bambi-3]

The dinosaur follows a pace behind Kup, and when he pauses, she tries to curl around his leg, perhaps in the way of a friendly kitten, perhaps in the way of a constricting snake. She looks up at him beseechingly, talons tugging at her muzzle. Overall, she attempts to radiate something that is adorable but not pitiful. Surely, they've just had some misunderstanding, if they all sat down like civilised people, they might talk it out, laugh, and then all go kill people as a big, happy family.

Oh, she lies, she lies with those innocent red optics. She's a pent-up ball of rage strung up with string, and her rage surges high and hot suddenly and without warning. Who is that red one to whom she is being presented like some exotic pet? She stifles a snarl of rage, suppresses a boiling hiss, forces her feathers to lie calm, but they quiver with fury she cannot deny.

She folds her forelegs out, wide, palms up, and she ducks her head down, something of a bow, something of a curtsey. See? Isn't she so cute? She'd look so much cuter eviscerating your enemies, oh Red One of Redness. Don't you just want to let her off her chain?

She'd never go for Kup's fuel lines, never try to gut him open for muzzling her, nosiree.

[Grimlock-3]

Thump, thump, thump...

Weighted footsteps carry the Commander of the Dinobot Peacekeeping Forces down the ramp, and alongside Kup and the thing on a leash. He appears the same as the Grimlock Starscream would know, but with a red optic band. Hooking his arm over his chest, he bows slightly. "We had to knock it out and leash it. I, Grimlock think it's a fake Dinobot. None of us are near that level of savagery." Grimlock's voice has a British accent to it, similar to the voice he had in Grimlock's New Brain.

[Gizmo-3]

Just behind Grimlock comes a sleek blue-and-orange mech, strolling with an easy saunter and a slightly cocky smile on his face. Whereas his counterpart on this world seems oblivious to his surroundings, this mech takes everything in with a cool, calculating gaze, including and especially the faces and actions of his fellow mechs.

He offers a jaunty salute before standing at ease, one hand perched on his hip, that smile still crooking his mouth.


EDIT: Whoops, sorry, forgot to say Gizmo-3's skippable...

[Slag-3]

Following behind Gizmo came the other member of the Dinobot Peacekeeping Forces. The massive looming form of Slag walked down the ramp and stood next to his commander.

Unlike the regular Slag, this one also had red optics. Also, his face, rather than an expression of rage, had one of apathy.

OOC: Skippable

[Starscream]

OOC: Please Skip Starscream for now.

[Rodimus Prime-3]

The Prime looks up at Omega. "The hurry is because you people failed to keep the Decepticons from finding a way over here, so now we have less time to take out the Autobots of this reality before we have to deal with both at once." And then he turns his attention to the bambiraptor.

"I didn't realize that Dinobots came in efficiency models," Rodimus observes, murmuring. He crouches to examine the 'raptor now curled up around Kup's leg. then accepts the leash from Kup. He looks up at Grimlock, then over at Kup, and asks, "So, do you two think we've got any use for him, or should we just scrap him now to keep him from benefiting our enemies?"

Though he's watching Kup and Grimlock as he asks, he makes certain to keep the smaller Dinobot in his field of vision, so as better to see what his reaction is as well. That, in itself, should reveal something about his potential usefulness.

[Omega Supreme-3]

Omega Supreme protests, "Don't look at me, boss. I ain't a counter-spy. You want something smashed or blown up? I do that." And everyone knows it. You don't take a sledgehammer and a case of C4 to set a security system. (Unless you are MacGuyver.)

Skippable.

[Kup-3]

Kup remains in his low, subservient, one-knee-to-the ground bow, and says, "My lord, the fault is mine, and I take responsibility for it." There's a moment when he glances back at the others, and his expression, suddenly hardened, reads, You lot owe me for this, big time. "I had not stopped to consider the... logistical difficulties in maintaining the security of an external lab." You know. The one Kup wasn't consulted over in the first place?

"This is why, my lord, I've brought some of the remaining forces here, to rectify my mistake, though naturally base is still under guard as well."

[Bambi-3]

Bambi cannot put a talon on it, cannot even think such a thought, but something has her hackles up, more than the muzzle and leash, more than their cruel talk.

It is, of course, the influence of the dark Prime.

Still, she does not strain at the leash when she is handed over. They want to call her a fake and savage? As far as she's concerned, they're the fakes and savages for binding her so.

She does not twine around the dark Prime's leg when he speaks of scrapping her. Instead, she kneels down, an awkward motion due to the jointing of her ankles, and she digs an index claw into the metal ground with a screech. Neatly, carefully, she scribes out a diagram of a rather complex spear-thrower trap. It seems maximised to prolong the suffering of whatever poor sap steps into it. There are also some neat tribal designs along the walls.

They may not care for her dusty old tomes, for what profit the sale of artefacts on the black market can bring, but she has her other uses. She looks up at the one who hold her leash expectantly, red eyes blank and eager, not betraying her treacherous thoughts, Go ahead, kill me, you Autobot colonial scum. Kill me like your kindred killed my brothers. Then see how the sun will set on your empire, how even your name will mean nothing.

[Grimlock-3]

Grimlock doesn't flinch at Kup's glare. Now, if it were Rodimus? Then he'd be more apologetic. He doesn't want to be a crispy critter, after all.

Seeing that Kup didn't answer the question about Bambi, Grimlock takes it upon himself, crossing his arms as he speaks. "I, Grimlock believe that it would be quite useful if turned loose amid a crowd of enemies. It's a right vicious little creature."