Part of your World

[worstprime]

 Who: Rodimus and the Decepticons
Where: Outside the congest Conquest
When: Not long after the robot fight (12 hoursish) Nighttime
What: Rodimus enacts step 1 of his 1 part plan
Warnings: Robots?  Bad lying.



Rodimus is outside the Decepticon warship. Well....HALF of the Decepticon warship. He's not really sure what happened there, but makes a mental note to have a good chuckle about it later when he's NOT about to put himself in a situation that's either going to go, well, the way he hopes it will or...the way he hopes it doesn't.

Still, broken in half, functional or not, it's hard not to admit that the Decepticon dreadnought is pretty intimidating. He's not even sure how many cons are in there...although he suspects not many, considering Megatron made a personal appearance to obtain the forge. He shakes his head, thinking about the Autobots own paltry list of resources. Even if it wasn't functional now, this massive ship could be someday, and who knows how much energon and weaponry they had stored inside. The Autobots could barely scrape together enough energon to treat themselves after battle...they weren't ready for a long-term siege scenario. 

Rodimus feels a sudden pang of guilt thinking about the Autobots.  About leaving...no, let's be fair, abandoning the other bots back in downtown L.A. True, he never really saw them except from a distance, and didn't actually have any idea of the outcome of the battle when he decided to follow the 'cons trail back to their base, but Drift filled him in afterward and it...wasn't good. He now knows that Megatron had gotten the forge, and that the Autobots had come out the other side pretty roughed up. It didn't help that they all still had injuries from their last fight that hadn't been properly repaired.  And to hear that Arcee had taken onMegatron, one on one (Rodimus thought that was pretty badass and vowed to tell Arcee next time he saw her). Drift told him the details as best he could; had said she was stable but out of commission, and until they got a medic - Rodimus grit his teeth angrily. There wasn't anything he could have done. Not in the fight, not afterwards. And maybe that's what made it worse. Right now he felt so...so useless.

He looks up at the warship, it's outline menacing against the dark sky.  He vents heavily, and sets his commlink to bounce an unencrypted message at the ship.  No point in waiting.  If they're monitoring the radiowaves at all, they'll get it.  It's a simple message, he doesn't say who he is, just where and that he wants to join the Decepticons.  It'll get their attention...of that, he's sure.  

What he's not sure of, is how they'll react.

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[worstprime]

"Mmm. Okay. Right," says Rodimus, disbelievingly. "But what's the deal with it? Does it do something really cool? Make you super strong? Super fast?"

He picks up a cube of the green stuff and looks closely at it. Looks normal, really, other than the obvious colour difference. They sure have a lot of it though.

Maybe it's poison.

[starscheme]

He doesn't even look up from the data pad this time. "Why don't you try some and find out, instead of pestering me with such pointless questions?" He frowns at what he's looking at. Somehow he's wound up on this blasted video website again. How did that even happen? He was just reading a progress report from Shockwave about repairs on the ship and suddenly he's fighting the temptation of cat videos yet again.

"Do you mean to tell me that the Autobots haven't had to harvest any energon since arriving on Earth?"

[worstprime]

"Er...'course they have," Rodimus says, not looking up. That's a good idea...why hadn't they done that? "Fact, pretty sure they'd just found a great place right before I left. Whole mine FULL of energon. Just waiting to be...picked. They've probably got loads of the stuff stored up by now. Enough to really dig in and last a long while here on Earth, I'd imagine."

He's still looking at the energon cube in his hand, seriously contemplating drinking it.

[starscheme]

He's still looking at the datapad but he can kind of see Rodimus in his peripheral. Go on, pal. Drink it. He dares you.

"Of course they do," he mutters sounding unimpressed. "Leave it to the Autobots to dig their heels in for the long haul and not know when they're beaten." He also dares you to challenge him on that, Rodimus.

[worstprime]

And a slimy, power-hungry coward like you wouldn't know the first thing about fighting to the last, would you, Rodimus thinks, giving the distracted Commander and dirty look, but remaining quiet. He puts the energon cube back down, thinking the better of it. He doesn't trust Starscream any where near enough to risk it.

Instead he moves closer to Starscream, leaning towards him to get a not-very-subtle look at the data-pad he's holding.

"So uh,what're you...what're you doing there?" he asks with feigned interest. Maybe not 'feigned'. He's actually pretty interested, but for different reasons than he wants Starscream to believe.

[starscheme]

Starscream has to hastily close out the multiple internet browser tabs he has open. NO ONE CAN KNOW THAT HE ISN'T CONSTANTLY SCHEMING 100% OF THE TIME.

"Nothing that concerns you!" he snaps, putting the datapad aside. "Are you out of cubes to stack!? Should I take that to mean you are prepared to take on the next task of the day...?"

Whatever the next task is, he seems kind of amused by the idea of it, which if Rodimus, if he has a lick of sense, should probably find concerning.

[worstprime]

I think by this point we've proven that Rodimus has absolutely zero sense.

"'Course I've finished!" Rodimus says, proudly, as if he's actually accomplished something of value here. Unfortunately what he did not accomplish was actually getting any information out of Starscream. "What've you got next for me, Bo-Commander?" There's that pesky sarcasm again.

[starscheme]

He caught that sarcasm. Don't think he didn't hear that, Rodimus.

"Such eagerness. So charming," he says dryly. "Follow me..."

He strides off to another shuttered off section of the cargo bay, punching in some access codes. When the door shifts open, the lights illuminate the two horrifying crystal creatures that Starscream recovered months ago. Only they've grown. To Arcee size, at least. And they seem really angry that people have just entered the room.

[worstprime]

Rodimus is startled at the sight of these...wow, he has no idea what these are. And they seem cranky. What the fuck have the Decepticons been up to?

"Okay, what the frag, are those?" Rodimus demands, his shock plain.

[starscheme]

"Hmmm, your guess is as god as mine," Starscream smirks, evidently amused by Rodimus' reaction. "Some sort of bizarre Earth creature I came across. They were simple crystals, then they turned into... well, smaller versions of those. They've been steadily growing ever since."

He strides over to the cage containing the one that resembles an extremely ill tempered, tall, six legged crocodile. "Steadily growing to the point where, as you can see, I keep having to increase the size of their enclosures. They need to be moved again, to the hold down the hall from here. Have fun."

[worstprime]

"Uh huh." Rodimus gives Starscream a scathing look while his back is turned.

"So uh, why're you keeping them around then, exactly?" He asks while giving one of the bizarre crystalline creatures a look over. They looked displeased as all get out. Or at least, he thinks they do? He thinks back on another recent encounter he's had on the Decepticon ship. "You guys seem to've really gotten to looking for recruits in strange places..."

[starscheme]

"Don't be absurd!" he snaps, and then calms again just as quickly. "I wouldn't call them recruits so much as samples. Experiments, really. Tools." That and they were a pain in the ass to obtain, so he's not about to just let them go so easily.