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RW 'verse. A bar in Iacon. A few rounds for the lady and her friends.
Blackout didn't think the guy had realized what he was getting into when he offered to cover the tab for she and her group and insisted they drink what they want. If he'd stopped to think about it, though, he would have known that bots the size of she, Mouse, Deherree, and Tidal Wave were going to have big tanks. Top that up with the fact that every one of them drank like the Decepticons that they were....
Yeah, this dipstick deserved what he was going to get.
She looked over to where the Autobot politician was earnestly trying to have a conversation with the two young femmes and Tidal Wave and snerked inwardly, then fished Scorponok out of her cube and had a long pull at it before dropping her symbiont back into the energon and leaning an elbow on the bar. //Deherree, you will not touch the Autobot. We need him whole so he can pay for our drinks. I'll deal with him after that.//
Her youngest daughter gave her a sharp scowl of angry disappointment, her face strongly calling her other creator to mind, and Blackout rumbled amusement at the cuteness and gently boxed her upside the head. //Stand down, minion.//
Deherree obeyed with her usual sullen alacrity, though she couldn't hide the respect that she felt for her CO.
Blackout nodded, feeling a bit of proud affection at the brat, and then once more leaned on her fist as she lost herself in thought.
She and the young femmes and her three Minicons were here so that Pink and Toyrt-Mow could spend some time with others of their race and learn things they needed. Mouse had come along because she would have been frightened if Blackout had left her behind, and Deherree had come along because she would have been frightening if Blackout had left her behind- the newspark had already sent Apoleia, her brother, tail over tea-kettle several times as they vied for supremacy in the ranks.
Blackout chuckled to herself as she remembered Deherree's attempt to pick a fight with Sheol. The dark green femme had merely looked at her younger sister with calm and patient affection... and refused to fight. This had so baffled and infuriated Deherree that she'd jumped on Requiem, who had shrugged her off, side-stepped her, and laughed at her before going to go take his shift on Auspex's roof. And Hormah... well, Blackout doubted that Deherree would ever offer any semblance of battle to any Minicon in future, unless she needed to in order to defend herself.
Thinking of Hormah's rout of her younger sister reminded her of the well-meaning Minicon who had gotten Toyrt-Mow drunk, only to have to pay for the warehouse that the destructive little maniac had blown up while overcharged. Stupid glitch aside, there was no denying that the silver Minicon was well named. Though learning that his stubborn insistence on hailing Blackout at every opportunity was a glitch and not reparable made the dark femme growl a little. Still, if respecting her as his leader made the little psychopath manageable she felt that she could live with it.
Then her thoughts went to her arrival here, and her surprise when she'd learned that five years had passed since her last presence in this reality. During those five years Optimus Prime had died, felled by some unknown ailment that had taken him very quickly. His mate, Elita One, had followed him to the Well of All Sparks very shortly afterward, but not before having asked Primus for a young bot who could carry on Optimus' legacy. Blackout had met Diehard, and supposed he was alright, for an Autobot. His serious and calm nature offset that of his one constant companion- the daughter of Cyclonus and his mate Sybil was definitely wired after the same pattern as her mech creator. Demolisher and Belladonna's creation, Bullseye, rounded out the trio of young bots, and the two mechs were often to be seen chasing after Thundra as she tore down some street or hallway and cackled like something demented. Blackout found such chases somewhat amusing, especially considering the expressions that inevitably came to the faceplates of any bystanders.
And then there was Starscream.
She never thought she'd give a red rip about how a Starscream did, but she found she actually liked this guy. He was a lot different from how Skywarp had described the Starscream of his own reality; there was nothing melodramatic or martyeresque about this mech, and the only hint of emo she'd seen was his usually serious demeanor. He was a good and capable leader, though he still insisted in saying that he was only ruling in her stead.
"Thrrrpt." Blackout snorted at the thought, then looked up at Mouse's small quizzical sound, and found both the young tank-bot and Tidal Wave watching her with intent inquisitiveness.
Blackout chuckled at them, then ordered each of them another cube and reached over to slap the big green mech upside the head. "Let's go to the firing range after this."
"Tidal Wave likes the firing range." He smiled shyly, then glanced at Mouse, who was nodding happily.
Chuckling again, Blackout settled down to drink, chase her symbiont, and just enjoy the moment.
Yeah, this dipstick deserved what he was going to get.
She looked over to where the Autobot politician was earnestly trying to have a conversation with the two young femmes and Tidal Wave and snerked inwardly, then fished Scorponok out of her cube and had a long pull at it before dropping her symbiont back into the energon and leaning an elbow on the bar. //Deherree, you will not touch the Autobot. We need him whole so he can pay for our drinks. I'll deal with him after that.//
Her youngest daughter gave her a sharp scowl of angry disappointment, her face strongly calling her other creator to mind, and Blackout rumbled amusement at the cuteness and gently boxed her upside the head. //Stand down, minion.//
Deherree obeyed with her usual sullen alacrity, though she couldn't hide the respect that she felt for her CO.
Blackout nodded, feeling a bit of proud affection at the brat, and then once more leaned on her fist as she lost herself in thought.
She and the young femmes and her three Minicons were here so that Pink and Toyrt-Mow could spend some time with others of their race and learn things they needed. Mouse had come along because she would have been frightened if Blackout had left her behind, and Deherree had come along because she would have been frightening if Blackout had left her behind- the newspark had already sent Apoleia, her brother, tail over tea-kettle several times as they vied for supremacy in the ranks.
Blackout chuckled to herself as she remembered Deherree's attempt to pick a fight with Sheol. The dark green femme had merely looked at her younger sister with calm and patient affection... and refused to fight. This had so baffled and infuriated Deherree that she'd jumped on Requiem, who had shrugged her off, side-stepped her, and laughed at her before going to go take his shift on Auspex's roof. And Hormah... well, Blackout doubted that Deherree would ever offer any semblance of battle to any Minicon in future, unless she needed to in order to defend herself.
Thinking of Hormah's rout of her younger sister reminded her of the well-meaning Minicon who had gotten Toyrt-Mow drunk, only to have to pay for the warehouse that the destructive little maniac had blown up while overcharged. Stupid glitch aside, there was no denying that the silver Minicon was well named. Though learning that his stubborn insistence on hailing Blackout at every opportunity was a glitch and not reparable made the dark femme growl a little. Still, if respecting her as his leader made the little psychopath manageable she felt that she could live with it.
Then her thoughts went to her arrival here, and her surprise when she'd learned that five years had passed since her last presence in this reality. During those five years Optimus Prime had died, felled by some unknown ailment that had taken him very quickly. His mate, Elita One, had followed him to the Well of All Sparks very shortly afterward, but not before having asked Primus for a young bot who could carry on Optimus' legacy. Blackout had met Diehard, and supposed he was alright, for an Autobot. His serious and calm nature offset that of his one constant companion- the daughter of Cyclonus and his mate Sybil was definitely wired after the same pattern as her mech creator. Demolisher and Belladonna's creation, Bullseye, rounded out the trio of young bots, and the two mechs were often to be seen chasing after Thundra as she tore down some street or hallway and cackled like something demented. Blackout found such chases somewhat amusing, especially considering the expressions that inevitably came to the faceplates of any bystanders.
And then there was Starscream.
She never thought she'd give a red rip about how a Starscream did, but she found she actually liked this guy. He was a lot different from how Skywarp had described the Starscream of his own reality; there was nothing melodramatic or martyeresque about this mech, and the only hint of emo she'd seen was his usually serious demeanor. He was a good and capable leader, though he still insisted in saying that he was only ruling in her stead.
"Thrrrpt." Blackout snorted at the thought, then looked up at Mouse's small quizzical sound, and found both the young tank-bot and Tidal Wave watching her with intent inquisitiveness.
Blackout chuckled at them, then ordered each of them another cube and reached over to slap the big green mech upside the head. "Let's go to the firing range after this."
"Tidal Wave likes the firing range." He smiled shyly, then glanced at Mouse, who was nodding happily.
Chuckling again, Blackout settled down to drink, chase her symbiont, and just enjoy the moment.