Rappin' About Wreckers

[Emirate Xaaron]

Emirate Xaaron also pulls back, and he smirks ever so slightly. Someone is being a macho Wrecker, yes, he is. There is no shame in needing someone, sometimes. Everyone does. He isn't going to needle Springer about it, though.

He muses, "We seem to have enough command staff and former command staff to do for several realities."

Emirate Xaaron tilts his head to one side, and he inquires, "What would you say to training some new Autobots as Wreckers? I doubt we'll ever get a complete team from any reality, and the Decepticons have... have you heard of the Mayhem Attack Squad?"

[Springer]

"Well, as long as they can all agree, there shouldn't be a problem with a lot of higher-ups...hopefully. And as long as they actually know how to get their hands dirty." No, Springer doesn't have a thing against uppity Autobots and their red tape, no sir.

Okay, bureaucracy is his kryptonite, but don't tell anyone.

"Huh... Sounds like a fun project, but it depends on what all I've got to work with, really." After all, teaching other 'bots how to blow stuff up is almost as fun as actually blowing stuff up.

[Emirate Xaaron]

"Have you never heard that too many chefs spoil the brew?" Emirate Xaaron inquires, amused.

Primus, but is he ever in for it, what with his lack of getting his hands dirty. Does everyone expect their leaders to be able to hold their own in combat? He is going to need to see about getting lessons or something.

His optics twinkle, and he suggests, "What would you say to someone with law-enforcement experience who literally does not stay down, even when dismembered?"

[Springer]

"Haven't heard that one m'self, but it makes sense." He grins. "Ties in to my hoping they can all agree."

And well, when that Optimus Prime guy came along and decided to get in there with his troops, the troops started liking that in a leader. Blame him!

Springer stares a bit at the suggestion. "You've got my attention. Wouldn't mind knowing their manufacturer, either, as that'd be a pretty handy trait to have..."

[Emirate Xaaron]

Emiate Xaaron adds casually, "And what about someone who can provide air supprot like a Seeker," almost exactly like a Seeker, "is an able melee combatant, and who has a very limited ability to see into the future," almost as if that last part is an afterthought and unimportant. Emirate Xaaron would never count on it, to be certain, although it is occasionally useful.

He rubs his chin, and he muses, "I really have no idea who or what built Pee-Dee, for that matter. Did a fine job, anyway."

Time to blackmail Perceptor into giving him combat lessons.

[Springer]

"...a precognitive aerial fighter? That...is most certainly odd, but would be useful."

Then Springer catches himself. "Sorry, missed the question earlier about a 'Mayhem Attack Squad'. Can't say I've heard of it. Guess I got distracted at the thought of making a new team, heh..."

Springer's arms loosen around himself a bit as he ponders. "What about your Dinobots? I met Slag earlier. He seems like a fairly tough and capable mech, but a good deal more simple than the one I knew of."

[Emirate Xaaron]

Emirate Xaaron fairly purrs, "Fantastic. I'll set you up a meeting with Oracle and Pee-Dee when, ah, Pee-Dee has been recovered and debriefed. She's currently behind enemy lines, after having been presumed dead. Foolish us."

Right in the thick of the action. See why he thinks the girl would make a fine Wrecker?

Emirate Xaaron explains, "The Mayhem Attack Squad exists in my reality. It is similar to a Decepticon equivalent of Wreckers. The Decepticons have two who were Mayhems in my reality: Spinister and Needlenose. Do the names mean anything to you?"

He makes a face briefly and steeples his fingers beneath his chin at the mention of the Dinobots. "In my reality, you ended up working for Grimlock, not the other way around." More or less. "As far as I can tell, the Dinobots here are... childish. Kup would be able to tell you more about them and whether or not they would suit your purposes," and Springer's purposes they would be, indeed. It's not 'Emirate Xaaron and the Wreckers' foiling Flame's plans anymore, as much as he wishes it was. "I am not quite sure they'd have the patience or... quiet to sit in wait prior to an ambush."

Shrewdly, he notes, "Your Dinobots weren't in your list of Wreckers. Why not?"

[Springer]

Springer leans back slightly, impressed. "Huh. Takes a lickin' and keeps on tickin', sounds like. Definitely a useful trait for someone in my line work." Then his optics flicker in a blink. "She? Ah, another one of those females Kup mentioned. Another thing to get used to here, I suppose."

Really, Springer doesn't have a 'NO GURLS ALLOWED' sign on the door of the Wreckers' clubhouse. They're just new, mysterious creatures to him.

Springer is intrigued, and a bit amused by the thought of working for Grimlock. However, there is a question to be addressed first. "Needlenose and Spinister sound familiar. I think Spinster works for Razorclaw back home. They helped us in both of the big battles with Thunderwing, I think. It was pretty chaotic, so I'm not for sure."

Then Springer relaxes, nodding at the talk of the Dinobots here. "Yeah, I noticed that with Slag. Arcee also told me a little about them. Don't know if they'd be of use, just considering the options that I know of."

Then Xaaron asks about his Dinobots. "Well, last I heard about our Dynobots, they had a big disagreement with Optimus about how to do things, then disobeyed orders and ran off on their own. Haven't heard from 'em since, but they used to be gladiators. And since they lived through -those- fights, I figure they're alright. If they didn't have problems with authority, I'd have loved to have 'em work with the Wreckers." He chuckles. "Can never have too much firepower."

[Emirate Xaaron]

Emirate Xaaron looks up, and then he looks back over at Springer, curious, "Your reality doesn't have women, either? I still have no idea what a woman is, really. I just remember them on a case by case basis."

He sits up a bit straighter, and he comments, "That's... extremely interesting, actually. You see, the Wreckers and the Mayhems did end up teamed up, briefly, in my reality, to fight against Galvatron, who was a time-travelling version of Megatron or... something like that." He rubs the side of his head. "However, Spinister and Needlenose, in particular, were known for working for Thunderwing. What did Thunderwing do, in your reality, to have other Decepticons against him?"

He can't hear the difference between Dinobot and Dynobot, so he continues on as if there was no difference, "As I said, you would do better to ask Kup. We have had one Dinobot run off, but no one has ever heard of him, and due to a recent major rout, we haven't had a chance to track him down."

[Springer]

"Not to my knowledge, no, we do not have females." Springer chuckles. "Looks like I'm not the only one in the boat, then. That's good..."

However, if Springer does return home to meet the Arcee of his world, it's going to be a very, very interesting meet-up.

"Thunderwing...did some experiments into making some manner of bio-mechanical shell-thing that could be used to weather the death of Cybertron. However, all the other scientists thought he was full of slag, and Megatron stripped him of his rank and job for making such perverse things." Springer's mouth pulls to the side. "Sooo...he jumps in the thing while it's untested, and it made him obscenely powerful. And insane. So he turns on everyone as a mindless killing machine. The combined Autobot -and- Decepticon forces couldn't kill him the first time, so Cybertron swallowed him up to imprison him... He wound up speeding up what he was working so hard against. Then a century or so later, cultists got the bright idea to go deep down in Cybertron and revive him."

Springer sighs, shaking his head. "I'm fond of taking on impossible missions, but if I never heard Thunderwing's name again, it'll be far too soon."

[Emirate Xaaron]

Emirate Xaaron frowns and explains, "My future might have had a female Transformer in it, if events in the future had been vaguely similar to the events in the past of the Rodimus Prime here. See, he is from an alternate branch of my own reality."

He is way too comfortable talking about time travel, as if it happens to his reality all the time.

(Well. It does.)

Emirate Xaaron grimaces as Springer tells the tale. He then conveys his own side of the story, "In my reality, we have bio-mechanical shells known as Pretender shells. Both sides used them. Never drove anyone insane, as far as I know. Well. Some of the users may have started insane. My Thunderwing wasn't a scientist- just a young Decepticon officer... and a Matrix bearer."

[Springer]

For a moment, Springer just stares at Xaaron while he pieces that together.

"Future...Past... Y'mean that the crazy stuff like what's going on here is commonplace in your universe? Sounds like a major headache..." Springer sighs, shaking his head. Thankfully, he doesn't have to deal with that back home.

Yet. No telling what might happen without Furman having a Primus or Unicron to inflict on the IDW folks.

"Pretenders...guess that could be a term for the things. I just know that they're big, ugly, and a pain in the actuator to deal with." Again, he adjusts his position. Sitting still just doesn't sit well with Springer. "Well as he fought back home, I could see him being a warrior in other universes... I guess. Still kinda weird to discuss such a thing so non-chalantly." He shrugs. "And what's a Matrix bearer?"

[Emirate Xaaron]

"In this Rodimus Prime's past, they built one female Autobot. My future may or may have not contained that event," Emirate Xaaron explains. Little does he knows, but his future did not contain women. Just death. "I would not call all of the abnormal events that occur here commonplace in my reality, but I was at least conversant with time travel, zombies, and demons."

Yup, time-travel, zombies, and demons. Nothin' special.

He adds, "The Pretenders in my reality are usually not that difficult to defeat, although they are extremely tough and powerful." Emirate Xaaron pauses and studies Springer, inquiring, "Does your reality not have a Matrix? You usually find them carried around by Primes. It is an object of vast power, which may or may not contain a potion of a god's essence. It may or may not improve leadership ability and/or grant the ability to heal and create new life. Doesn't ring any bells?"

[Springer]

"...demons and zombies, huh? Can't say I've encountered -those-, but Thunderwing and Bludgeon's shells looked pretty freaky."

If Xaaron calls those things normal, Springer would hate to see what he would call special.

"Not to my knowledge. It could be there, but I've not heard anything about it m'self. Maybe if one of the High Command guys shows up here, they might know. Optimus has never mentioned it to me, though, if he has one."

[Emirate Xaaron]

Emirate Xaaron sees that he has some explaining to do. "In my reality, the Matrix is a repository of wisdom and power. It can make a brash youth into a savvy leader. It can give life to body shells. It also drove Thunderwing blinking insane and made him so powerful that the only solution was to shoot a harpoon through him and dump him into space." He grimaces. "Unfortunately, this also lost us the Matrix. In my reality, it is also a repository for a portion of the god Primus's lifeforce, and it is the main way of defeating Unicron, an evil god who turns into a planet."

He's so blase and matter-of-fact about discussing deities. One would think he does tea with them on a regular basis.

Oh, wait...