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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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Breakdown's on his way somewhere, on some errand or another, and boy, does it show. He strides forward with a frown permanently in place, huge arms swinging at his sides, steps heavy and clanging on the floor of the ship. He rounds a corner, glances over Rodimus with that same, unchanging and stern air, then... pauses.

Wait a second. Something is different here.

That single yellow optic finds its way back to Rodimus, and he blinks. He'd sort of assumed that was Knock Out over there, but... huh. Nope, not Knock Out. His frown darkens. "Who are you?"

Was he left out of the loop, or was he just not listening? It's a mystery.

"Eh?" Rodimus looking in the direction of the voice. Every time he thinks he's met all the Decepticons on this ship he runs into another one. And they seem to have a serious communication problem on this ship because they are frequently surprised by Rodimus' presence. He crosses his arms as he turns to answer the big Decepticon's question.

"Rodimus. You know, New Guy? Probably didn't get that memo because you seem to have a bit of a memo-allergy around here," he says with easy confidence. "Who are you?"

They have a new guy? Since when? Where'd he even come from? And how does everyone else manage to land safely on this planet without fragging TRIDENT catching up with them immediately? Breakdown's eye goes a little more narrow and suspicious.

"Breakdown," he says, straightening a little, inching toward an even more imposing posture. He stops in front of Rodimus, looking him over carefully. Not a bad paint job. He sees why he confused him for Knock Out without looking too close. "Just how long've you been here, New Guy?"

"Pushy." Snips Rodimus. He counts on his fingers. "Three days. Give or take. Where've you been? I haven't seen you around here that whole time."

These Decepticons are so damned nosy...you'd think that for how uninformed they were they wouldn't ask so many questions. They have to be a near constant state of confusion anyhow. Rodimus is just grateful that for the moment, unlike some others, Breakdown's reaction to a new bot on the ship isn't throwing them.

Three days? Huh. He wonders if Knock Out's met him yet. (Probably. Knock Out is pretty on top of these sorts of things.) He considers the answer for a few seconds, then eases. That's pretty much all his questions right there. He smiles, clapping a broad hand down onto Rodimus's shoulder.

"Welcome to the team, newbie. You'll like it here." His smile goes a little thoughtful. "I mean, as long as you stay out of Lord Megatron's way. And Soundwave's. Starscream's too, on a bad day. Oh, and don't go into Shockwave's lab. Then you should be fine."

"Yeah, I er...thanks," Rodimus says, startled by the hand on his shoulder. These 'cons are making him jumpy. "That's...that's pretty much everywhere, right there, isn't it, then?"

He suspicious of how good natured this 'bot seems. So far he'd categorise the Decepticons on this ship into a Venn diagram of sadistic, conniving, and blatantly terrifying...none of these categories seem to fit Breakdown. He is off-put by the genuineness of this interaction.

"So...stay away from Big Bad, and the three S's; got it. What'd'you do 'round here?" asks Rodimus sincerely.

He takes his hand back, but doesn't seem to register any of Rodimus's unease.

"Yeah, that about sums it up." He considers warning him off of Knock Out, too... but this guy looks flashy, so who knows? Maybe they'd get along. "Anything Lord Megatron orders me to," he says cheerfully. "And I'm Knock Out's assistant. If we had any Vehicons around yet, I keep those guys in line, too."

So... not much, basically. It's not like there are bots lining up for the medibay, Megatron doesn't have too many jobs for him, and, clearly, there are no Vehicons around.

"What about you, they give you a job yet?"

"Job? Uh...no, not yet. I'm still..." He looks thoughtful for a moment. "Still sort of on a "trial basis". By which, of course, I mean Starscream doesn't see fit to let me do anything other than the most painfully dull tasks you can think up. I've already - listen, I've got to tell you this - I've been assigned to help Shockwave and you, you can't imagine - well, I suppose maybe you can, having met the guy - just the...the sheer agony THAT is. He doesn't talk about...about ANYTHING. 'Get me this ridiculous science-y thing' or 'get me that completely made-up-just-to-be-irritatingly-complex-whatsit'." Rodimus frowns, looking disappointed.

"Sorry, that wasn't a very good Shockwave. I can't quite nail that...that thing he does. You know the one. Where he sounds like he's bored, and also like you're something he's stepped in, but also neither of those things because he's far too monotone?" He sighs dramatically, finally breaking away from his winded, uncalled for monologue. He gives Breakdown a meaningful look. "I don't know how you put up with these guys."

Breakdown starts a chuckle, which is a full out laugh by the time Rodimus gets to his impression. This guy's got some real spirit, he likes it.

"No, that was pretty good," he assures him, once the laugh fades out again, leaving behind a good-natured grin. "You probably can't get it perfect without a head like this, but that was still close. Also— " He leans closer, tone dropping to a low conspiratory whisper. "I tune them out a lot. It works."

Rodimus nods in agreement. This guy seems alright. Actually, Rodimus is relatively amazed by how many of the 'cons on this ship aren't all that bad. I mean sure, there's Starscream and obviously Megatron...but that little Alternian guy wasn't so bad, at least, and now Breakdown was bordering on downright Pleasant.

"Yeah I'm gonna have to, work on that. A little easier said than done if you ask me," Rodimus trails off, making a disgruntled face. "Between 'screamer and that creepy medic, though..."

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