I Don't Get It, Not One Bit!

[Dai-Janku]

OOC: Semi-private thread, please ask before joining in.

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The swamp, a place teeming with wildlife and their noises, soon becomes host to a new set of noises.

Namely, the rustling and grumbling of one disoriented and displaced Junkion.

"Ack-k-k-k-k-k..." he groans, raising from his formerly collapsed position, to a kneeling one.

A quick powercycle of his optics, and he realizes the place that he is in is not where he came from.

He stands, turning and looking in all directions, his face becoming more and more confused.

"...what the hell?!"

[Lugnut]

The Junkion was not alone.

A small distance away, the black metal of the swamp's ruins were joined by more pieces of metal, seemingly as dead as the remains of the sentient species that once inhabited this area.

At least, until five red optics came back on-line with a bright, angry flash, the mechanoid squirming as it tried to get up. "Foolish Autobots! Did you think that would be enough to stop the...Might of...Megatron?" At first it spoke with a deep, booming synthesized voice, but trailed off as the Decepticon found out that he was no longer in the forest surrounding Detroit.

"Where in the name of Megatron am I...?" A deep, annoyed growl escaped him as he pushed himself up on one arm, only to quickly topple over again. His optic brightened in shock as he tried to push himself up again, until he noticed why it was impossible for him to stand up: He had no legs. Or his other arm, or one of his shoulders...

"...Perhaps that Autobot's weapon was more potent then I thought..." He grumbled as he tried to 'sit' upright as best as he could, part of him disgusted as he could feel himself sinking into the wet soil. Clearly, he was definitely no longer anywhere near Detroit. Was the Autobot's weapon truly so powerful that it blasted him into a different area?

"Bah! Unimportant musings! I must escape this cursed organic wilderness!" Looking around, he spotted the rest of his parts laying scattered in his vicinity. Feeling confident, he started hopping toward a nearby leg, only to topple over and end face down in a deeper part of the swamp. Perhaps this would be more difficult then he initially thought...

[Dai-Janku]

The bellowings of the large purple robot draw the Junkion's attention, and he watches as the jetformer hops around, and promptly faceplants in the goo of the swamp.

Dai-Janku grasps the crest on his chest, and pulls it off, the T-shaped device folding to take an I-shape, and the blade of a longsword phasing in from subspace. What luck! A Destron, at his mercy!

The Junkion quickly runs over, prodding at the face-down loyalist with his sword. (Gently, of course.) "Ahahaha! I, Dai-Janku, greatest of the heroes of Junkion have dispatched this foul Destron with the greatest of ease!" he announces with a big grin, that fades after a moment, followed by confusion. "Such great ease, that I did not even realize I had done it..."

[Lugnut]

As Lugnut lay there, flailing in the mud, even he had to wonder if things could get any worse, if his conviction could be tested any further...And naturally, it could.

"You have defeated no-one! You poke at a servant of the might Megatron when he's down, a true show of Autobot cowardice!" The bile was thick as he spoke, trying to get a good look at the fool who dared provoke him in this pathetic manner.

"Bah! Face me, you whimpering weakling! I shall defeat you, even with one arm, for the glorious Megatron wills the death of all Autobots!" Lugnut's voice was now starting to burn with rage, drawing power from even the memory of his Master, his efforts to face the Junkion increasing ten fold...Though it still did not help much, the swamp seemingly unwilling to let this prize go.

[Dai-Janku]

Dai-Janku scowls a bit at Lugnut's assumptions of faction, raising his sword to rest it against his shoulder. "I know not what an 'Autobot' is. I am a proud Junkion, hailing from the mighty planet Junk, just north of the 63 bypass, next to Cavenaugh Hyundai on Stadium Boulevard!"

A smirk crosses his face now that he's asserted his proper classification. "Now then! I am facing you, and have been for the past few minutes. You must now face me, rather than the worms in the dirt and preaching to them about a long-gone Destron commander."

[Lugnut]

Lugnut listens to the worm speak, and once he is done, the Decepticon warrior only has to say one thing: "What in the name of the glorious and mighty Megatron is a Junkion and a Heejundaay...?"

Only now did he finally manage to escape the swamp's pull, pushing himself up on one arm and looking at the Junkion as if he is a complete and total idiot. Though there was something strangely familiar about this warrio-...Wait a cycle. "Did you hail from the same mold batch as that traitor scum, Wreckgar?"

[Dai-Janku]

A question!

Rather, a fairly dumb question, but for this single-minded Destron, Dai-Janku will make the exception, and holds up his fist in front of him with a fervor. "A Junkion is a denizen of the proud planet of Junk! We are a mighty race of warriors, trained--"

Hold it. Dai-Janku's optics flare as Lugnut asks another question. "...the mighty Wreck-Gar is not, and has never been a traitor. Just what the hell are you talking about?!"

[Lugnut]

So that traitorous Wreckgar made quite a name for himself after his disappearance while leaving out the more dubious bits, did he? Well, Lugnut would be glad to fix that.

"The glorious tales of the Decepticon victories under Megatron compelled that walking garbage heap to join our cause!" Lugnut speaks with pride in his voice, but how could he not when the sheer mention of his glorious Master was enough to make any Cybertronian see the light?

Unfortunately, he soon remembered the sheer stupidity of Wreckgar's behavior following that, which made him once again tremble in rage. "But then Wreckgar proceeded to unknowingly sabotage my every step! The fool even mistook my own attack for the Universal Greeting!" If the giant Decepticon were organic, he would have spit on the ground in disgust, but instead he just intensified his hateful glare at the Junkion. "How he went on to create an entire species is only something that the great mind of Megatron could comprehend, though it is fitting that he did so on a planet of junk!"

[Dai-Janku]

Dai-Janku blinks, a bit confused.

"Decepticon? Is that some variant of Destron?" he asks. "If it is, Wreck-Gar would ne'er join their ranks! He is the leader of our people, and a proud ally of the Cybertrons!" Dai-Janky clanks his hand to his chest. "And I, also their ally, serving under Star Saber!"

Though now he narrows his optics. "Tread carefully, Destron. You are close to angering me with the way you speak of my race, and you are at the disadvantage with your missing limbs..."

[Lugnut]

"The Decepticons are Cybertronian, you fool! The Autobots may have cast us out of our home, but one day we shall return, and the planet shall once again be under the just rule of the gloooorious Megatron!" Lugnut is getting increasingly annoyed with this mechanoid, even more so at the threat that the Junkion DARED make against him.

"Disadvantage? Missing limbs? HA!" Lugnut threw his head back as best as he could, a hearty, mocking laugh escaping him before looking back at Dai-Janku with conviction in his optics. "You pathetic junkpile! It is but a mere scrape on the paintjob! Not enough to stop a warrior of the all powerful MEGATRON!"

[Dai-Janku]

"Seibertronian...Decepticon...Autobot..." Dai-Janku mumbles to himself, lowering his sword slightly, his other hand stroking his chin for a moment, before making a frustrated noise. "Ah! It makes no sense! You bear the mark of a Destron, but claim to be a 'Decepticon', and are unfamiliar with Destrons... And still claim to follow Megatron..."

Finally, he clenches his open hand into a fist, and makes another frustrated noise, before shouting up to the heavens themselves: "I DON'T GET IT! NOT ONE BIT!"

Then he realizes something, and turns his attention back to Lugnut, raising his sword back up. "...you dare to call me pathetic? Just who the hell do you think I am?!"

[Lugnut]

As Dai-Janku spoke, a deep growl of annoyance started in Lugnut's vocalizers as he tried to comprehend the Junkion's stupidity. What could there possibly be not to get? If Wreckgar was so incompetent at passing down history, then how could he have possible build an entire race of knockoff Autobots!?

When the Junkion pointed his sword back at him, he finally had enough, moving to just simply grab the sword with his clamp hands. "In the name of Megatron I demand you to silence yourself already, you buffoon!"

[Dai-Janku]

As Lugnut makes a grab for Dai-Janku's sword, he yanks it away, smirking. "Ah-ah-ah, that's not the way to play! You gotta ask nicely, first, if you want the other children to share~!"

Then Lugnut makes his demand, and Dai-Janku makes a retort: "Bah! I will not be silenced, not for you, and definitely not for Megatron! It will take more than the name of a long-forgotten Destron commander to silence my burning spirit!"

[Lugnut]

It was most unfortunate for Lugnut when the Junkion pulled his sword away, because when he made his move he forgot one tiiiiny little problem: Namely that he was missing both his legs. Lugnut flailed with his arm, trying to balance himself on his still intact waist, and miracously enough managed to do it as well! "Ha! I prevail in the name of Megatron once agai-!"

Unfortunately, it was for only a few seconds, once again falling down into the swamp, sending a disgusting mix of water, mud and other organic material splashing towards Dai-Janku as Lugnut started sinking away once again...And judging from the bubbles moving to the surface, he was quite unhappy with once again being trapped by the swamp.

[Dai-Janku]

"Ghah!" Dai-Janku attempted to shield himself with his arm, and only manged to keep his face from getting gunked by the mighty splash of Lugnut.

However, he grins, resting his sword on his shoulder again, walking off in the other direction. "Once again, I triumph over my foe, with the assistance of nature itself!"