shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

[Fancy fancy gold flakes containing engex appears between them. She cracks it open, leaning back relaxed.]

 

[he makes his way over to her, paying no attention to the decepticon badge. His own autobot badge, resting on his shoulder, is very poorly taken care of.] I haven't had any of this in ages, we ran out a while ago and haven't had any trading opportunities. Should I offer something in return?

 

-purrs her engine and pads over to stick her face in the cube-

Well one cube´s gonna be a bit little.. -makes another- Naw ye don´t gotta pay me.

 

Ah, that's all good! And swell --- I'm not very good at bargaining anyway, that's my sparkmates** whole deal.

Spoiler: **

i honestly have no idea if this is the correct term, so if it's off feel free to correct

 

-Nichrome nods at the new arrival, optics darting to the badge quickly, but... eh... war's over.-
Is it a drinking with strangers kind of day then? Good, I don't want to catch up on paperwork.

 

You can make whatever ou like in here, therés no point in bargaining.

Bad Capt´n! -gently shoves at her shoulder with a paw- I´m sleepin on ship. Which I´d like ta note I do in fact do sometimes.

 

[Nichrome laughs.]
We're in the same boat it seems. And yes congratulations on your actually managing a break for once despite your attempts to protest.

 

Oh, well, it's better to ask then to step on any toes. [he summons up a bouquet of small saplings] Amazing!!

 

I wouldn't say it's my deal, Stallout, it's more of a hobby, really - and now a necessity, since we're on the run. We wouldn't have made it this far if not for it.

[he pauses, looking at everyone else]

Oh, hello.

 

[he grins like a fool, rushing over to Fleetwing - nearly tripping along the way. He rests up against Fleet's leg, smiling up at him.]

Well hello there gorgeous!! You're right, it's just your schtick. But enough about that, how've you been??

[his optics flicker in a manner reminiscent of an organic batting their eyelashes]

 

[Fleet rolls his eyes affectionately, patting Stallout's shoulder. He huffs in amusement.]

Hello, Stallout. You know I've been good, we were literally together not more then a few hours ago. What could have changed in that time?

 

ShockCollar scans the area from afar before landing his optics on Fleetwing. "HEY!" He shouts angrily as he stomps towards the ex-con. "-You're the fragging traitor that left the Decepticons for a filthy Autobot!" His optic ridges furrow in fury.

 

Spoiler: popcorn.jpg

 

First off, if the shoe fits---
Second, how dare you call Stallout filthy! Stallout is amazing, and a damn sight kinder than anyone I ever met with the Decepticons - including you. So you better watch your mouth when talking about him!! [Fleetwing is furious, getting right up in ShockCollar's face.]

 

ShockCollar lunges at the opposing 'bot, wrapping his servo around his throat. "You hold your glossa, scrapheap! Don't make me remove it from your helm!" He threatens as he releases his grip on the the mech.

 

[Announcer voice:] CON INFIGHTING HERE, SHOW OF THE HOUR! DESERTION IN THE NAME OF LOVE VERSUS LOYALTY TO THE ONE TRUE CAUSE! PLACE YOUR BETS-- WHICH PURPLE-PAINTED POPPET VALVE IS GONNA GET HIS LIGHTS PUNCHED OUT? CONTACT YOUR NEAREST COMMUNICATIONS OFFICER TO MAKE YOUR CHOICE!

[A 25-foot-tall jet, red and black and cream, is making these announcements from... a glittery-bannered pedestal? Where did he and his spotlight come from?]

 

[Fleet stumbles, almost falling from the impact, and snarls, shoving the other once he's released.] I'm not afraid of you, Collar. You and I both know you won't like what happens if I have to stoop to your level. [Fleet sneers.]

 

No, no! Don't encourage this, this is horrible! [He waves his hands around in distress.]

No!!! [He grabs Fleet's leg, trying in vain to hold him back.] No fighting!! That's why we left, remember?

 

Bro the only thing I'm encouraging is sweet sweet income they don't have to fight but if they're gonna I may as well get a cut off everyone else popcorn.giffing it up.

 

"KEEP YOUR SERVOS OFF ME!" ShockCollar curls his own servos into fists to try and hold himself back. "You're lucky I'm not in the mood to offline you right here." He hisses out through gritted denta. "-It's not my place to attack without order..." He mumbles mostly to himself as he slightly loosens his grip.