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Post by Swerve on Feb 16, 2009 21:44:55 GMT -5
Wedge's arrival does absolutely nothing to improve Swerve's mood. It just annoys him even more. He grumbles wordlessly at the kid, glaring sidelong, before once again turning back to his work, gripping his tools much too tightly and clenching his jaw.
How many fragging interruptions am I gonna get?
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Post by Springer on Feb 16, 2009 23:20:49 GMT -5
Wait!
Hark, what's that?!
Why, it's something to break the thunderous silence! A ...a tolerable person! Someone who knows how to converse!
"Well, there was this nasty run-in with Needlenose... And Blitzwing... and Evil Kup... And Blitzwing again." Springer sighs, then shrugs. "At least I didn't have to get dragged out in a bucket." Then Wedge puts out his hand, and Springer reaches out, shaking with his own. "I'm Springer, and I'm pretty sure we haven't met, unless you happen to go by the name Scoop at times" he answers with a chuckle.
Watch out, Swerve. Springer has a conversation, and he's gonna jump on it like a lion on a gazelle.
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Post by Wedge on Feb 18, 2009 9:04:30 GMT -5
Wedge frowns at Swerve. C'mon! After going on some long exploration with each other, he warrants at least a hullo of some sort--a smile?
Any time for smoldering or sparking in protest is buried for the time being when Springer takes his hand. The list of opponents that Springer faced is enough to focus Wedge's attention back on him if the handshake wasn't enough. A look of wonder and admiration passes over the Buildbot's face. "Wow...you definitely saw some action!" Wedge flashes another grin up at Springer. "You probably kicked a lot of can out there." If only he'd been out at the battlefield to see it...
"It's great to meet you, Springer. Never gone by the name Scoop before--" Wedge makes a face. 'Scoop'? That sounds like some kind of nickname Hightower would give him if he wanted to be really irritating one day. "So where are you from? Perceptor's world? Swerve's? Who's?"
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Post by Swerve on Feb 18, 2009 11:21:44 GMT -5
Wiring finished in spite of Swerve's overriding urge to draw his cannon and shut everyone up, the racer sits back and switches out tools so he can work on the fluid lines. Springer can probably move his leg already, but until lubricant starts running again, it isn't the smartest of ideas.
Then again, the lugnut lost the whole fragging thing in the first place. He connects one end of the first line and applies some sealant, then looks up at Wedge while it sets. "I think Scoops is a perfect name for ya," he mutters. It sounds good and kiddish. And he'd elaborate, but with the sealant set, he's distracted again; he moves to the other end of the line and seals that, too. One more line to hook up after this sets, then he can get Springer to test the motion.
If it doesn't work, Swerve will eat his tool kit.
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Post by Springer on Feb 21, 2009 0:10:32 GMT -5
"Scoop was someone that went on a few missions with me back home. Not quite an official member of my group, but we had him around from time to time. You kinda remind me of him, with the shovely-bits there, and the orange color."
Then the Wrecker makes a slightly sour face. "Well, I was doin' all well and good until Blitzwing and Evil Bumblebee showed up. I would've totally had Needlenose on the ropes if it wasn't for them."
Springer is totally distracted by Wedge now!
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Post by Wedge on Feb 22, 2009 13:17:43 GMT -5
Wedge cocks his head at Swerve's mutter, a protest and frown about to emerge when he gets distracted by a) the racer still working diligently on Springer's leg, and b) Springer's mention of his 'group' and how Scoop was almost a part of it.
"Your group? You were part of a team back home?" The almost hinted at question would be 'gestalt?' but Wedge won't come right out in saying that right now. There is definite awe and admiration in Wedge's expression now as he looks up (literally and figuratively) at Springer. Just wait until Wedge finds out that the big green guy's a triple-changer and part of a team called the 'Wreckers'.
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Post by Swerve on Feb 22, 2009 18:30:44 GMT -5
Swerve decides to interrupt the pleasantries with a half-hearted punch to Springer's thigh.
"Try flexing it, will you?" he demands. He's already reaching for the next set of tools to have them ready and if that leg moves the way it should, he can get to work on the plating.
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Post by Springer on Feb 24, 2009 22:39:05 GMT -5
"Yeah, I lead a group called The Wrec--"
Clang, goes the racer's fist!
"Huh? Oh, okay." Springer flexes his leg, to much success! With that, he gives it a couple more test-bends, and gives Swerve a thumbs-up. "Great work on it. Feels like it'll end up good as new."
Then he turns back to Wedge. "As I was saying, my group is called The Wreckers. Elite commandos who get called in when everything goes to hell."
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Post by Wedge on Feb 26, 2009 8:20:20 GMT -5
Wedge watches closely as Springer tests his leg. Swerve gets an appreciative synthesized whistle at the success of his work. "Nice job, Swerve!" See, Wedge wants to learn how to do that some time. Can't be leader of EMS and not know anything about repairing other bots, right?
"The Wreckers?" Way too cool! "Aw man, so you're used to getting called in for all sorts of crazy things." Wedge stands a little straighter and there's another clang as he plants the treads of his right forearm over his chest. "I'm leader of the Build Team. There isn't anyone---bot or con--- that can construct a tunnel better than we can. And once we get some more practice in, kicking some can can hopefully be added to that list as well." There is more than a little pride in Wedge's voice, there's also a clear note of longing as he comes to the end of his boast.
Alright, million-dollar question time. "So what'd you guys combine into?"
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Post by Swerve on Feb 26, 2009 14:35:18 GMT -5
Swerve snorts at his patient's appraisal and at Wedge's appreciative commentary, but it's less scorn than it is just brushing off the words. He isn't doing this for praise, after all.
"It'd better," he says gruffly, then gets up to fetch some metal he can work into plating. He mostly ignores Perceptor and Holi as he passes them on his way to and from raiding the supplies; he's got his own work to do, so there's no point butting in. He does mind the little dragon thing, giving it a wide berth when it fixes him with an unhappy look and tries to butt up against his legs. At least they tied it up so it can't get all over the place.
By the time he returns and sits down to start on shaping the first section of plate, he's already tuning out the conversation Wedge and Springer are having. He doesn't know half of what they're talking about he doesn't really care – though he's pretty sure "Wreckers" is a name better-suited to one of the gangs back home – so long as the kid stays out of his way. Then he fills this end of repair with the racket of metal-working once again. If it's too noisy for some folks, well, too slagging bad.
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Post by Springer on Feb 27, 2009 16:36:11 GMT -5
"Tunnel-diggers, eh? You sure you're not related to Scoop? He and Twin Twist were our storm tunnelers back home." He chuckles. "Practice is what it'll take. Long as you keep at it, shouldn't take too long."
Then Sweve starts clanging, and Springer thinks he mishears the question.
"Combine?! Wha..." Springer ponders a moment - Rodimus mentioned this before, that he'd encounter other Autobots who had differences that set off his squickometer. Gotta be nice! "We didn't combine. Actually, to my knowledge, there are no combiners where I come from. So...the concept is rather...strange to me."
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Post by Wedge on Feb 28, 2009 17:22:53 GMT -5
Well experience says that Wedge knows enough about tech work to stay enough out of Swerve's way. It also means he's pretty good at tuning out a racket and pitching his voice above said noises. You can't be a construction foreman without a good voice!
"Oh don't worry, I'm going to make sure to get all the practice I can get!" Wedge here practices for fun. He tilts his head as Springer responds of his 'combining' question. "Strange? What's so strange about it?" It seems practically natural to him now. "It's a pretty useful thing once you get used to it." And now he has to get used to it not being there.
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Post by Swerve on Mar 4, 2009 3:14:31 GMT -5
Swerve isn't listening to any of this combining nonsense. He's just hammering and shaping, and if he could forget where he is – not that he can, not with the other two Autobots running off at the mouth – he might even be happy in his work. He misses the sounds of racers cruising past and brawls down the block spilling into the street.
Lacking any of that, he just puts more effort into getting the work done.
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Post by Springer on Mar 6, 2009 10:33:07 GMT -5
Springer leans back, squirming a bit in his berth. "Eh... The idea just doesn't sit well with me. Locking parts together and sharing a consciousness is just... Too different, I guess. We've not got any technology like that back home that I know of."
However, there is another topic at hand! A topic Springer knows about and is totally cool with - butt-kicking! "Maybe I can help with the practice on the fighting, though. I think Xaaron wants me to run some kind of training camp or something, once we get more settled in...where-ever we're going."
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Post by Wedge on Mar 8, 2009 11:57:50 GMT -5
Wedge is about to look a little affronted and confused at Springer's comments, but butt-kicking is definitely not a topic that Wedge is adverse to. In fact, he likes this topic quite a bit, especially if it means that he'll start getting better at this butt-kicking subject.
"Really? That'd be awesome!" The look on Wedge's face mirrors his enthusiasm and excitement. "I'd totally be up to that, sign me up whenever!" He grins and looks at Swerve. "You up to that, Swerve?"
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