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Backflow's 'verse. Earth, someplace in America. Pick on the blind guy.
Backflow grumbled to himself as he walked down the wide, empty hall of the new temporary base, disliking the echoes of his footfalls. They meant that there was no one around to torment, and they reminded him of the unexpected bounty of fuel that had lately fallen into the Decepticons' laps from someone's bright idea to try and drill for oil out on the ocean bed by the undersea base.
They claimed it was a bright idea, anyway, Backflow still suspected it had been Hook messing around with explosives while cratered out of his processor.
Whatever it had been, though, it resulted in a LOT of Decepticons being happily cratered out of their processors together. Which, needless to say, left very little for Backflow to do by way of work or amusement.
And then something abruptly registered on his sensors and he backpedaled to keep from running into it.
"The slag?" he growled, head tilting as he tried to figure out what it was.
"Vatch vere you're valking," retorted a light voice.
That made him perk with interest. Femmes were fun. And she didn't sound overcharged either. "Who are you? And what are you doing here?" Then he recoiled just slightly as his cruddy little secondary optic sensors suddenly nearly overloaded from a flash of light. "Ugh! Slagging pit. Turn that off!"
"Turn vhat off?" came the surly reply as something rustled metallicly.
"That light! It's too bright." He shut the sensors off, growling as he did so.
"I haf no idea vhat you are talking about. Now if you vill excuse me." Light footsteps showed that she was moving away.
"Oh no you don't." He reached out to grab her, only to make a small sound of surprise as she vanished and his hands passed through the place where she'd been. "...The slag?"
"Vhat's this then?" Slender hands gave his refueling boom a wrench that left him stumbling, and then a foot shaped like the hoof of a horse landed on his rear as he stumbled.
"Like picking on a blind mech, glitch?" he asked in quiet fury, hoping to distract her with shame or pity.
"Blind, hmm? You are only blind if you choose to be," her voice replied from yet another direction.
Backflow just growled and pounced, only to go rigid as something pierced his chestplate and introduced a few hundred volts of electricity. "BBBBBBb...."
"I'm here to explore vhile all the 'Cons are drunk. So just join the ranks of the drunk now und leave me to my exploring." The light footsteps walked away, leaving Backflow standing with a stupid smile behind his battle mask.
"Yes... yes, ma'am," he managed at last, with a shaky salute that turned into a stagger. He had just presence of mind left then to get himself into an empty storage room and lock the door before he wound up on his face and dreaming pretty dreams of fat tanker ships all laid out for the draining.
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Liedherz turned her equine head slightly as she heard the crash, her ears swiveling busily behind the glowing horn on her forehead as she subspaced her energy dagger. Wings like those of a gigantic silver bat rustled softly as she chuckled and moved on to proceed with her observation of the base and its occupants, her way dark and unseen despite the light which her blank silver optics would never see.
They claimed it was a bright idea, anyway, Backflow still suspected it had been Hook messing around with explosives while cratered out of his processor.
Whatever it had been, though, it resulted in a LOT of Decepticons being happily cratered out of their processors together. Which, needless to say, left very little for Backflow to do by way of work or amusement.
And then something abruptly registered on his sensors and he backpedaled to keep from running into it.
"The slag?" he growled, head tilting as he tried to figure out what it was.
"Vatch vere you're valking," retorted a light voice.
That made him perk with interest. Femmes were fun. And she didn't sound overcharged either. "Who are you? And what are you doing here?" Then he recoiled just slightly as his cruddy little secondary optic sensors suddenly nearly overloaded from a flash of light. "Ugh! Slagging pit. Turn that off!"
"Turn vhat off?" came the surly reply as something rustled metallicly.
"That light! It's too bright." He shut the sensors off, growling as he did so.
"I haf no idea vhat you are talking about. Now if you vill excuse me." Light footsteps showed that she was moving away.
"Oh no you don't." He reached out to grab her, only to make a small sound of surprise as she vanished and his hands passed through the place where she'd been. "...The slag?"
"Vhat's this then?" Slender hands gave his refueling boom a wrench that left him stumbling, and then a foot shaped like the hoof of a horse landed on his rear as he stumbled.
"Like picking on a blind mech, glitch?" he asked in quiet fury, hoping to distract her with shame or pity.
"Blind, hmm? You are only blind if you choose to be," her voice replied from yet another direction.
Backflow just growled and pounced, only to go rigid as something pierced his chestplate and introduced a few hundred volts of electricity. "BBBBBBb...."
"I'm here to explore vhile all the 'Cons are drunk. So just join the ranks of the drunk now und leave me to my exploring." The light footsteps walked away, leaving Backflow standing with a stupid smile behind his battle mask.
"Yes... yes, ma'am," he managed at last, with a shaky salute that turned into a stagger. He had just presence of mind left then to get himself into an empty storage room and lock the door before he wound up on his face and dreaming pretty dreams of fat tanker ships all laid out for the draining.
Liedherz turned her equine head slightly as she heard the crash, her ears swiveling busily behind the glowing horn on her forehead as she subspaced her energy dagger. Wings like those of a gigantic silver bat rustled softly as she chuckled and moved on to proceed with her observation of the base and its occupants, her way dark and unseen despite the light which her blank silver optics would never see.