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Post by Injector on Apr 5, 2008 16:47:01 GMT -5
These skies are no strangers to fliers, but this flier is stranger than most. Not a jet, this, nor a normal flying beast. No, this being is something quite different. He is Injector and he is beautiful. In his present form, he's mostly a hornet. Mostly. Where the head should be is instead most of a lionfish. He's an odd bot. But beautiful. The most beautiful. He flips and heads down to ground level.
"Injector, terrorize!" His arms fold out from his abdomen and his breast head rotates around, robot head folding out of the mouth. Coloration and chest design gives those familar with humanoids the feeling of a man wearing pants but no shirt. Wings hang off his biceps, insect legs off his back.
He looks this way and that. Certainly an odd sight, this Predacon. Odd, but beautiful. Is there anyone around to partake in his beauty? Injector certainly hopes so.
OOC: Well, it's one of those open scene things. Whoever wants to meet the most beautiful of the Predacons certainly should post on in. Couldn't really find a thread he fit in, so.
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Dead End
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Post by Dead End on Apr 6, 2008 22:11:53 GMT -5
The rising snarl of speeding engines echoed down the streets and around corners like some demented mechanical banshee closing in for the kill. The noise of plexiglass shattering and metal crashing punctuated the howl of engines as they rose to a crescendo.
A dark red Porsche skidded around a corner on two wheels, then dropped down to four wheels--
And braked to a screeching halt just feet from Injector. It gleamed, sunlight glinting off its spotless, polished finish--
Then transformed, unfolding and refolding into the form of Dead End, a blocky, but very shiny Decepticon looking down at Injector.
"How very curious! What exactly are you?"
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Post by Injector on Apr 7, 2008 7:21:15 GMT -5
Oh, what is this? A car, eh? An ally, come to take in the beauty that is Injector? Very well!
"What am I? I am the most beautiful of all Predacons, and I'd wager all Decepticons. Formerly Air Commander, now but a common soldier. But that does not lower my beauty at all. I am Injector, and there are indeed none more beautiful than I."
'Big headed' does not just describe his alternate mode, no.
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Pee-Dee-3
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Post by Pee-Dee-3 on Apr 7, 2008 22:43:17 GMT -5
Pee-Dee-3 arriving from Autobots-3: Sky Transport to the Darkside.--- "Who I'm supposed to be depends on who you ask. I'm Lucille to Bedlam, his moll to Nightbeat, the wicked step-sister to Screwdriver," Pee-Dee says as she rounds a corner, her arms full of building wreckage. She's talking to someone behind her still. She pauses as she sees the Stunticon and the... critter. The very peculiar and ugly critter. Huh.
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Runamuck
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Post by Runamuck on Apr 7, 2008 23:33:14 GMT -5
"Right, right, but do you have a name?" That someone behind follows along. One could almost see the ears he doesn't have perking at the sounds of stuff breaking.
He blinks as he spots what looks like a short robot with its head stuck up a fish's backside. This place is gonna just keep getting weirder, isn't it?
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Wildrider
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Post by Wildrider on Apr 8, 2008 5:57:55 GMT -5
Not long after Dead End is his fellow Stunticon, cackling madly at his brothers antics. Dead End himself doesn't do too much, but it can be see that he has been busy. He's not quite as well-kept as his vain brother, and festive wreathes of a multitude of colours being stuck in his windscreen wipers doesn't help this.
Wildrider hits the brakes as he turns sharply, spins 540 degrees, and parks perfectly next to Dead End. Or at least he would have, if Dead End hadn't transformed.
"Might as well meet the locals." the black Ferrari intoned.
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Dead End
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Post by Dead End on Apr 8, 2008 11:00:00 GMT -5
"Beautiful?" Dead End tilted his head curiously. "Beauty, it is said, is in the eye of the beholder. I, for instance, think you lack polish. Starscream, who is Air Commander and our leader, might have something to say about who is the fairest of all."
He glanced at Wildrider. "Wildrider, we need to get you polished up--"
Then the others drove up and goggled at the fish-thing.
"Hello, Runamuck! Who's the Junkion?" Dead End asked, curious. "Wildrider, the lady in rust is a Junkion--they are strange, and talk in odd Earth slang. They are also very hard to wreck permanently, though prone to dropping parts. Runamuck here turned up recently. He's a lot like we are--he's a car, drives fast and wrecks things."
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Post by Injector on Apr 9, 2008 17:19:09 GMT -5
Oh, there's quite a crowd gathering, isn't there? Injector doesn't mind that, not at all. "Starscream is commander here, yes, and I defer to his greater rank. In beauty, though, I can have no match." He purposefully ignores the 'eye of the beholder' comment.
He looks at the various arrivals. "I don't think I've met any of you. I am the eye's pleasure, Injector."
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Pee-Dee-3
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Post by Pee-Dee-3 on Apr 10, 2008 19:00:03 GMT -5
"Name's Pee-Dee," she informs the two Decepticars. "I'm a copper."
And you're all a bunch of hooligans just waiting for her to throw you down, cuff you, and finagle some interesting goodies in exchange for release and her forgetting to mention to your bosses what trouble you've been up to.
For a mech with her arms full of junk and surrounded by a bunch of strange Decepticons, she carries herself with utter confidence. There's no edge to her smile, not even of satisfaction. Not yet.
She glances down at the Predacon. "You, sir, are fugly."
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Runamuck
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Post by Runamuck on Apr 11, 2008 1:44:28 GMT -5
"Yo," Runamuck replies to Dead End's greeting. The Stunticon seems oddly happy (relatively speaking). Then the black car rolls up. For a brief instant, the Battlecharger dares to hope it's some universe-displaced version of his usual partner in crime; then the car speaks. Not Runabout. Explains Dead End's mood, anyway.
Well, at least Pee-Dee's self-intro spares him from having to do it, especially since he hadn't gotten her name. He does have to blink at part of Dead End's explanation, though. "Lady? Y'mean Transformers get genders in your world?" Oh, the poor uninformed fool. Of course, if he knew about her considering them all hooligans, he'd laugh. Sure, he's a no-good, graffiti-spraying, road-wrecking thug, but at least he owns up to it.
He leans over to peer at Injector a bit closer. "Weird design you got there, shorty."
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Wildrider
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Post by Wildrider on Apr 11, 2008 7:21:29 GMT -5
Wildrider isn't sure what to say to Runamuck. "Uhh. You're a guy, aren't you?" And then to the guy who insists he's so beautiful. "Ha HA, this guys smaller than that annoying yellow Autobot! I could stomp him into smoosh with my foot right now!" He's not really meaning to be threatening. Wildrider just hasn't gotten used to that whole 'just because you think it doesn't mean you should say it' thing.
The Ferrari uprights itself as a head and limbs extend from it. "Name's Wildrider. I like breakin' things."
Some of the wreaths are hanging from behind Wildrider's 'shoulder blades'.
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Dead End
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Post by Dead End on Apr 11, 2008 9:17:56 GMT -5
"I quite agree, you have no equal in beauty," Dead End said diplomatically. Negative values can be unequalled, too.
"A cop? Oh dear. They never fare well in chasing my brother and I." Was that a smirk in Dead End's voice?
Dead End tilted his head, surprised. "Of course we do! Females are not common, but far from unknown. You are not the Runamuck I know, then? You look just like him."
As far as Dead End knew, Wildrider never got the concept of tact and discretion, though he did learn to shut up in front of Galvatron. "That would be inadvisable; he's one of our people here."
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Eye-fire
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Post by Eye-fire on Apr 11, 2008 12:04:01 GMT -5
Eye-Fire has given up on spying on these Autobots for now. While he's good at being stealthy, its more the sort of "Get into position to blow someones head off" stealth as opposed to sneaking past guards stealth.
Instead, he was just wandering around. Or had been until he'd spotted a very odd looking con, or at least he presumed it was one, flying around. It had touched down somewhere where he was headed to now. And it appears that this unfamiliar.... thing has drawn a crowd. He may as well join in.
"And who may this be? I haven't seen something quite as... eye catching before." He says as he walks up to the group, not having noticed Pee-Dee.
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Post by Injector on Apr 12, 2008 22:00:09 GMT -5
"I'm not familar with the term 'fugly', but I shall assume it a compliment." Injector makes a quick comment to the lady cop before glancing over to Runamuck.
"Well, yes, I will admit my beauty is somewhat beyond the norm." And then, the rudely threatening car.
"Stepping on me would be quite foolish. My beautiful spines aren't just for show." And finally, the sniper. "Beauty such as mine is a rare thing indeed. "
Injector makes mental notes of the identities of these all. It is good to know your comrades in arms.
"Females exist in my home reality as well." It is a statement of simple fact, an adding of information.
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Pee-Dee-3
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Post by Pee-Dee-3 on Apr 13, 2008 19:11:54 GMT -5
"You can take it as a compliment if you like," Pee-Dee says, shifting the junk in her arms.
Some of her compatriots might be bored by now. Most of her compatriots were idiots who didn't know thing one about dealing with people.
She is quite happy to stand here and study interactions.
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