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Post by Rattrap on Feb 21, 2011 11:09:06 GMT -5
Rattrap gives Long Haul an appreciative grin. He likes the counterintelligence angle.
"Don't work too hard, big guy," he calls good-naturedly as the Constructibot takes his leave. It's like Rhinox taught him: never assume the big ones aren't thinking ones, too. Always busy, those types, one way or another. But Cheetor derails everything with that side comment about the Axalon and Rattrap spins on his seat. "Say what now?" he demands, jaw hanging open and optics wide.
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Post by Cheetor on Feb 21, 2011 15:49:17 GMT -5
Cheetor raises a hand in a small wave. "Likewise, Long Haul."
Then Rattrap turns around. Hoo. How to go about this...
"Well, a lot of stuff went down on Earth..." Cheetor starts. He then goes into an abridged retelling of the attempt to leave earth that killed the flight capabilities, as well as when Rampage and a bunch of spider drones wrecked the rest of the Axalon.
"...By that point, Megatron had found where the Autobot Ark had crashed, and had made an attempt to wreck stuff in it to try and keep the Maximals as a whole from ever existing. So...we moved in. The command center at least landed on dry land, so we moved what was left of it in." Cheetor sighs, and shrugs. "It wasn't pretty, but Rhinox managed to make it functional." he adds with a grin.
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Post by Rattrap on Feb 24, 2011 10:09:55 GMT -5
Rattrap listens, expression changing with the details as Cheetor goes on – first shock, a faint and quickly dashed look of hope at the idea that they almost escaped, then hatred for the home-wrecking, and finally, as that last bit about Megatron sinks in, a numb sort of astonishment. He rests his head in one hand and stares at the floor.
"Grape-a-saurus Rex is crazier 'n I thought," he remarks thinly without looking up. Hearing of Rhinox's accomplishments with antiquated tech cheers the old rat up a little, however, and he snorts out a single chuckle. "Yeah," Rattrap says, "Rhinox has a knack fer that sorta thing."
But Cheetor looking like some leggy alien means that Rhinox, in his time, isn't there any more and there's another reason for the kid to talk about Rattrap's old buddy in the past tense. Rattrap's shoulders droop slightly with the weight of that reminder.
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Post by Cheetor on Feb 27, 2011 14:38:35 GMT -5
"You're telling me. 'Course, then he goes and outdoes himself again twice." Cheetor shakes his head.
The droopy shoulders don't escape Cheetor, and he realizes that he's done exactly what Botanica warned him not to do by accident. He hangs his head a bit with a soft sigh. "Sorry, Rattrap. I miss him, too."
Hoo. Awkward.
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Post by Rattrap on Mar 2, 2011 11:27:50 GMT -5
Rattrap, turning sullen and closed again, waves off Cheetor's sympathy with a dismissive sort of noise, as if to say, What do you know? He wasn't your best friend. He turns back to his tabletop and takes up powder and measure.
"So how'd Megajerk outdo himself, exactly?" he wonders, sounding contradictorily incurious. "Sprouts told me and the bird lady about a few things a while back, but let's hear your side, Litter-butt."
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Post by Cheetor on Mar 8, 2011 20:01:23 GMT -5
Cheetor slumps a bit. Yeah, the big guy wasn't his best friend, no - but he, along with Rattrap and the others by the end were practically family. Probably better to not press the issue, though.
"Ah...well. Somehow, on the way back home, Megatron got free, and got there before we did. He somehow managed to pretty much enslave everyone with a killer virus and a drone army. He managed to actually conquer Cybertron..."
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Post by Rattrap on Mar 14, 2011 10:03:47 GMT -5
Not quite the Cheetor side of things Rattrap expected.
"So what'd you guys do?" he asks as he starts piecing together a timing device. Fitting it to the trigger will make it look more sensible. "After ya landed."
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Post by Cheetor on Mar 21, 2011 14:00:34 GMT -5
"After we landed?" Cheetor frowns, shrugging. "We didn't land as much as we crashed - we got in range of Cybertron after coming out of transwarp and got shot down by Megatron's defenses. However, once we landed, we'd been kicked back into our first forms we'd taken on Earth, and we couldn't transform."
Cheetor shakes his head. "Real bad situation - we were split up, and all under attack by Vehicon drones. Thankfully, we run into each other again. It was just you, myself, Bigbot, and Blackarachnia, though. We do some more running around and trying not to get killed. Optimus keeps having weird moments of knowing which way to go, and we eventually run into The Oracle, and get reformatted like this," he explains, motioning down to himself at the end.
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Post by Rattrap on Mar 27, 2011 11:46:08 GMT -5
Rattrap listens to Cheetor with virtually all his attention, doing his work on auto-pilot now that he's just assembling the non-explosive hardware. Not just the words; the tone, the inflection. Botanica put on her serene mother nature act for her recital, but Cheetor was always the sort of kid to wear his emotions on his furry sleeve.
"So Big Green went missin' sometime between the landing and you guys runnin' for your lives," he murmurs. "And everybody but him went all creepy-crawly?" He wiggles his fingers in a visual illustration of the creepy-crawly feeling, then adds with a thin smirk, "Hate to think I'd blow my good looks like that."
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Post by Cheetor on Apr 2, 2011 16:16:18 GMT -5
"Rhinox and Silverbolt both - he was with us, too. We picked him up on Earth out of a stasis pod, like..." Cheetor trails off a moment. "Like Airazor and Tigatron."
"But yeah, we got turned technorganic, and went back to the whole 'deal with Megatron' grind." Cheetor looks down at himself, then shrugs a bit. "I would've preferred to stay as a Transmetal 2 myself, but I didn't really have a choice. This form isn't so bad - I just miss having a gun."
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Post by Rattrap on Apr 6, 2011 9:26:55 GMT -5
"Transmetal what now?" Rattrap glances up from the third timer to fix a hard, curious stare on the younger Maximal. He files away the bits about Rhinox's disappearance and wonders, privately, if he'll ever get out of this and back home, and if he'll have his memories. If so, maybe he can save the big guy.
Or, more likely, just get captured alongside him. Maybe there's some other timeline out there where Rattrap winds up one of those Vehicon things. Best not to think too long on that, old rat, the spy tells himself with a little shake.
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Post by Cheetor on Apr 7, 2011 3:56:48 GMT -5
Cheetor looks surprised for a moment, then bops himself in the forehead with a fist. "Oh, right, Botanica wouldn't know the upgrades, and...well, I didn't get Dinobot's timestamp, so I don't know if he's even from far enough along to know about the Transmetal forms."
His head wobbles side to side as he tries to suss out the best way to explain it. "Short version is that after blowing up one of the moons on the planet that actually turned out to be some kind of alien weapon, this biiiig energy wave hit the planet. Mutated several of us into having robotic beast modes with some vehicle-y bits added on for alternate methods of gettin' around. Me, you, Big Bot, Megatron and Tarantulas got the sweet new duds."
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Post by Rattrap on Apr 14, 2011 9:59:21 GMT -5
Airazor may have mentioned the weaponised moon, but Rattrap's player has a fuzzy recollection, so the rat himself hedges a bit on the matter. He does think, rather vaguely, that he was told he got wheels. Wheels. Oh, how he misses his old vehicle mode some days when he gets sick of hitching rides or walking a mega-cycle to get anywhere.
"The bird lady might've said somethin' about the moon," he admits slowly. "Guess I can't blame ya fer missin' somethin' that made ya go faster." His aspersion has a note of resigned fondness to it, as if to say what can you do? without saying it.
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Post by Cheetor on Apr 25, 2011 7:37:22 GMT -5
"Not just faster, but I could fly. I miss that like you couldn't believe..." Cheetor shakes his head with a sigh, echoing Rattrap's sentiment.
There's a pause, then Cheetor turns to Rattrap again. "So... What's it like here, with all these bul--er, big guys?"
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Post by Rattrap on May 1, 2011 19:47:05 GMT -5
Rattrap isn't keen on flying, but he wouldn't mind having a wheeled mode again. So much easier to get around that way.
"Hazardous to my health," he answers dryly, a wry look on his face. "I spend a lotta my time findin' ways to avoid feet bigger 'n I am." Then he shrugs off the matter, adding, "But, eh, you get used to it, and it ain't like they're all oblivious. Where do they got you bunkin', kitty cat?" So sue him; he hasn't looked at the updated roster just yet.
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