"At Least Buy Me A Drink First"

[Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle]

The Event Horizon, observation lounge. Month 2, week 1, day 2. Open.
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Sometimes, or rather most of the time, Guzzle prefers to be alone when not blowing scrap up. When that happens, he locks himself in a sim room to train, or he looks up a nice quiet spot to do some weapon maintenance.

Which is exactly what he is doing now. He's sitting at one of the tables in the observation lounge and judging from the new pieces of kibble and the wheels on his arms, he's already been outfitted with his Earthen disguise. That altmode change is the reason why he is here. He needs to know that there aren't any issues, that his armament still works as it should. Nothing big, just basic maintenance, and with how quiet it is in this lounge, it's the perfect place to do just that.

Ammo cartridges are laid out on the table, sorted neatly, but currently he's focusing on cleaning the Judge, taking i apart and wiping it with a cloth. He is almost completely lost in this simple act, and will likely not notice anyone coming in.

[Override]

Override is only recently back from her trip to the UN. Unlike many Autobots, she's not sporting a new alternate mode. After all, she's part of the 'show team'. A bit of standing out isn't going to hurt, and Override's always been one to appreciate the value of being able to stand out in a crowd.

But after spending so much time amongst crowds of aliens, even she could do with a little peace and quiet. So now, back on the Event Horizon, she hunts out a little quiet spot where she can simply watch the planet below for awhile...

... one that's apparently already occupied. She gives one of her usual bright smiles to Guzzle, and if her exertions on Earth have worn her out, she doesn't show it.

"Hey, Guzzle," she greets cheerfully. "How you handling these days?"

[Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle]

Well, a bit of peace and quiet was too much to ask for, wasn't it?

Guzzle lifts his head at the bot, ready to grunt, only to realize that it's Override. Well, at least it's someone he respects. How couldn't he, after the events in the Lithone ship from hell?

"Ma'am." He gives her a nod and looks back down to the Judge, lifting the piece that was bitten by a Reaver. But her question does get him to glance out of the window and at a certain blue planet. "Waitin' for deployment. Doing some weapon maintenance. Need to be ready."

He doesn't intend to be any more social than that. He has to focus on cleaning and test fitting. But...

"...You?"

[Override]

"Ma'am?!" Override asks, startled. Then she grins, throwing herself down in one of the loungers and stretching her legs out in front of her as she leans back. "You're just all business, aren't you? You know, you can call me by my name!"

"Anyway, I'm good. Earth's a nice planet. They could maintain their roads a bit better, but I like the people. Well, the ones I met, anyway."

[Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle]

Huh, she's one of those loose commanding types. It makes him glance up from his gun, and by the source code, is that actually a very brief twinkle in his eyes? Is he smiling behind that plate of his? "You outrank me. Always a wild guess who takes offense or not."

Then he's glancing back down at the Judge, wiping a few grooves before starting to piece it together. But he's still paying attention to her. "Thought the ones you met tried to kill you." He doesn't sound amused, though. He's done his homework, he knows how dangerous humans can be, though usually in a later stage of the game than this. Doesn't mean he will underestimate them.

[Override]

Override gives a quick bark of laughter. "Outrank you? Maybe on Velocitron, but not here. That was just a mission thing. You know, situational authority and all? Sentinel had put me in charge of my team." She hesitates a moment at the mention of her deceased commander. She hadn't worked for him that long, and he was pretty bossy, one of those who uses volume to get his point across, but he hadn't seemed that bad. Passionate about what he was doing, she supposed.

She shrugs when Guzzle mentions the assassination attempt. "Just the one, and I was talking about before, back in my universe. Besides, you can't judge the whole lot by the occasional defect. They're a pretty varied bunch!" This especially seems true to someone whose culture is built entirely around a single sport.

[Zippo]

These humans crammed in so much into their lifetimes. Their recorded history had held most of his attention in the past week since the Autobots/Maximals had made contact with the human species. Barely five millennia and they had libraries full of delicious recordings; maybe it was their short lifespans that made them so busy. Yet it was their evolution, or theory anyway that had his attention for now, it brought him once again to the question of his own species long lost past.

So with his muzzle stuck in a datapad, he obliviously walks into the observation lounge intent on some philosophical pondering, and that when he spies with his golden eyes two big Autobots tall.

“oh hi-hi mechs and femmes, Override, Guzzle” He politely nods to both of them, good people both by his books, he had long stopped thinking of them as guzzlers. Two golden eyes spy some very large ordnance, “not interrupting am I?”

OOC: Since Zippo has been on the EH for 5 in-game months now, I’m just gonna say he already knows Guzzle, is that cool?

[Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle]

Judging from the way his optics brighten, that laugh earned a little smirk from the minibot-sized Wrecker. "Feh. Can't blame me. You got the air of a leader around you. Had me thinkin' you were in charge in one of the other teams." The Sentinel comment only gets a quick grunt that barely sounds like 'condolences'.

"Yeah. Got that right." He pieces the Judge back together and raises it, looking down the sights at Override. "They got a whole buncha ways to actually lay the hurt on us, from what I heard. I'm sure the rest of them acted nice, but still...I got a bad feelin' about that planet. It always brings trouble."

And then one of the Maximals comes in. He's seen him before...Somewhere. He turns to look at Zippo through the sights of his gun, squinting his optics, trying to remember his name only to fail. Then he just gives up and lowers his weapon again, resuming cleaning it, while grunting out a greeting. "Hrn. Hi."

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OOC: Guzzle is a very asocial mech, so as long as it sticks to them having only seen each other in passing and Zippo having picked up his name from someone else or from the databanks, sure.

[Override]

Override gives Zippo a puzzled frown. "Aren't we all mechanoids?" she asks, then shrugs. She shakes her head. "Anyway, not interrupting to my knowledge, but I just got here."

She turns towards Guzzle and smirks. "Well, I am pretty used to running at the front of the pack, if you get my meaning. 'Ma'am' just feels a bit... stuffy for me, though." She snorts. "You sure it brings trouble, or we bring it to them? My reality, the Autobots had to evacuate Cybertron because it was being threatened by a singularity, and Earth was where they evacuated to. Had help from some of the locals getting settled, even support from some of their military." She glances at the screen. "Weird how we keep getting wrapped up in that planet, though. Ages ago, a Cybertronian colony ship was lost on my Earth, and then later on there was a cave that was basically used as a prison for a bunch of Decepticons, the source of a lot of their monster legends."

[Zippo]

A shiver goes down Zippo’s backstrut when he gets sighted up by Guzzle and his gun, my that is a very large calibre you’ve got there, what would Freud say?

Zippo swallows his fear, a small knot in his gut that would have him sweating if he could and pushes forward with a friendly and slightly forced grin, “Zippo, at your service”. Actually he would get back to that gun, try some guy talk to break through what he thought was some seriously artic ice.

He turned to face Override as he walked in the room a bit more to look out the windows, “mechs and femmes, guys and gals, ladies and gents…” he shrugged, “I guess I use the word mech much how humans use the word man, as in man and woman, but also hu-man or man-kind, never thought much about it”. The last par was obviously a lie if one was listening and thinking.

A gaze was given back to Guzzle’s…endowment as Zippo considers briefly the best way to go about this, “that weapon of yours looks big enough to take out a Megatron or three, what calibre and muzzle velocity you punching?”

[Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle]

Guzzle is a short Autobot, who was the not-so-nice robot twin of Steve Rogers, and who underwent surgery to make himself bigger and badder. He also has a giant handgun and an even bigger cannon strapped to his back that makes him twice as tall as he would be without it.

Freud would have a field day with him.

"Zippo. Riiiight." He sees you being nervous, Maximal. He twirls the gun around a finger, raising an eyebrow, eying him. "Better get used to looking down a gun, kid." Guzzle won't fire, though. He doesn't shoot other Autobots. Not even Kup! But he does give the Maximal a really, really confused look. "Sooo...Wouldn't it then be femmech?"

Right, enough attention given, back to someone who has proven worth his respect. Though boy, she got some weird tales. "Your reality sounds all kinds of interestin'. What kinda monster legends did those 'Cons spawn?"

[Override]

Override shrugs over the language thing. Odd as it is that it would be a convention to use one language when referring to one gender and a different one for the other, it's really not worth dwelling on. She doesn't have much to say on Zippo's other question, but then, that had obviously been intended for Guzzle. She fires energy blasts from a gun powered by god, anyway.

(She is totally a mech, though.)

She lifts one of her legs from the floor and sets her foot on the seat of her lounge, wrapping her arms around her knee as she considers Guzzle's question. Finally she shakes her head. "Don't really remember. I don't know much about human monster myths, anyway, so nothing really stuck out to me." Probably dragons. And succubi. Stupid Thunderblast. "Besides that was right in the middle of... a whole bunch of other stuff. We were pretty busy with trying to hunt down the keys. Evac and Crosswire were the ones who stuck 'em in that cave, but they aren't here to ask. The Evac back on Gillanan isn't the same one."

[Zippo]

So much for trying to engage in friendly conversation, seems that the ground pounder hadn’t taken the bait, Guzzle was going to be a tough nut to crack, maybe impossible by Zippo’s estimation.

“Why-why? Do you often target your friends and-and allies?” because if you do, that is not only extremely slagging rude, but a serious breach of standard safety protocols and this maximal would be sorely tempted to take the matter higher. This is actually more important than his wounded pride.

“mmm yeah languages…I just-just study it, don’t make it up-up”.

Awww, no monster stories? Zippo could really sink his teeth into them, they’re so delicious. Vampires and were wolves and gargoyles Om nom nom. Sea monsters and bogey men and things that go bump in the night Om nom nom nom.

“If I may, I think I may-may know of a potential source of monster-monster legends from my-my own iteration of Earth”, he looked at the two hopefully, seeing if either would nibble on this bait.

OOC: Zippo’s stutter should be added to his last post as well. Just a tiny error in the Dub

[Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle]

Guzzle turns to look at Zippo, and then back at Override with a 'is this guy for real?' expression, followed by a heavy sigh. "Oh fer..." He twirls the gun around his finger again and grasps it at the barrel, showing the bottom of the handle to Zippo, which is currently empty. "Kid. Relax. I'm just cleanin' it, it ain't even loaded. Stop springin' a leak. And don't run into any Cons. If this scares ya, then you're guaranteed scrap if you run into one."

Damnit, good mood slipping. And he's rarely in a good mood! He shifts his attention back to Override, looking a bit disappointed at her words. "Feh. Shame. And really, huh? Key huntin'? Heh. Wish we coulda had that. Sounds simpler then all those stupid stages of infiltration. Only got to do stuff when things went wrong."

And as for Zippo's question: A glare and "Not interested."

[Override]

Override just gives a faint shrug at Guzzle's glance, but then, she's probably far too casual when it comes to unsafe behavior. Drunk racing in the halls and all that.

"Why? Issit more 'Cons?" The speed queen asks Zippo, even as Guzzle declares his lack of interest. The, somewhat more hopefully, Override asks, "Any races involved?"

Who has time for monster stories when there's racing to be done?

She looks back at Guzzle and considers for a moment, rubbing her chin before shrugging. "Simpler? Well, we were usually more direct, I guess. Although really, most of the Autobots were generally trying to lay low, they were just doing it with a bit of local help. Off of Earth, it was all Transformers of different types, anyway, so there wasn't much point in pretending not to be one."