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shadow_vector2012-05-19 11:15 am
The Return of Overload
Bayverse
Grindor/Constructicons
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requiem_revista's request (I doublechecked this time!!)Pretty much a in joke of one about exactly how many Constructicons there are in Bayverse.
“Hey, guys. Missed me?” Overload stood in the doorway of the Contructicon bay, one large red hand wrapped shyly around the doorframe.
“No,” Scrapper said, looking up from his bench, then back down. “Why don’t you go out and try again.”
“Scrapper,” Hightower chided. “Of course we missed you, Overload.”
“Yeah, had a hard time sitting down,” Long Haul snerked from his berth, rolling his head up away from his datapad. “You know. Without our AFT.”
“Enough of that scrap,” Mixmaster said, lifting his face shield. “Overload. Where the frag you been?”
“Uh. Yeah. I been…around.” A shrug. “You know. Places and stuff.”
“Wait. Wait. You’re gonna have to slow down a klik, there,” Scrapper said. “All that detail and stuff’s really hard to take in all at once.”
“Scrapper,” Mixmaster’s turn to try shutting the other mech up. It went…marginally better than Hightower’s. “Not helpful.”
“Oh, right. Because running off to sulk in the middle of a fraggin’ battle is totally helpful.”
“You’re never gonna forgive me for that, are you?” Overload frowned.
“Would maybe help,” Mixmaster cut in, “if you apologized for it, first.”
“Oh.” Overload took a step into the room, hands wringing together. “Look. I’m really sorry for kinda bailing on you—“
“Kinda?” Long Haul glowered, sitting up, hands crossed over his chassis. Mixmaster glared at him. He glared back.
Overload frowned. “Hey, can you let me finish?”
“Yeah, let him finish before he runs off again.” Scrapper showed his contempt by tossing lumps of solder into a scrap box.
Overload shifted his broad feet. “I know it looks bad, but, I mean. Here’s what happe—who the frag is that?” He pointed one long, shaking finger at the berth.
“Uh. Hi. Grindor.” The silver copter waved his three fingers, sheepishly, rotors slicked down his back.
“What is he doing on my berth?!” An hysterical edge to the voice. “He’s on my berth! There’s a fraggin’ rotary on my berth!”
Grindor hopped off the berth, rotors clattering. “Th-they told me I could use it.”
“YUP.” Long Haul stepped forward, between them. “Hey, Overload. You weren’t using it.”
“So, what? You tryin’ to collect rent or something? On my berth?”
Scrapper snickered. “Yeah. You should see how we collect.”
Grindor’s rotors stiffened. “Uh, hey, guys. If this is going to be a problem, I can just, uh, leave or something…?” He started edging toward the door.
“Only problem here is Overload,” Long Haul said. “Thinking he owns the place.” He stepped closer, looming over the bulky, squat mech.
“Owns…my berth, yeah.” Overload tipped his chin up, glaring.
“It’s been repurposed,” Scrapper said. “You want it back, do a requisition and we’ll see.”
“AHEM.” Mixmaster shoved between Long Haul and Overload, shoving his hands into fists. “We gonna have to have a refresher on Mixmaster’s Conflict Resolution Seminar?”
Both mechs, even Long Haul, flinched.
“Right,” Mixmaster said. He turned to Overload. “You bailed on us. We’ve got a right to be a little honked off.” Mixmaster’s beetled optics scanned the rest of them. “But Overload’s part of the team.”
“So’s the copter.” Hightower spoke up. “Not fair to leave him out, especially just because Overload came back.”
“You know,” Mixmaster said. “There’s one way to settle this.”
“FIGHT TO THE DEATH!” Rampage pumped his fist from the doorway. “Win fraggin’ win.”
“….the frag you been?” Overload rounded on the other mech.
“Ugh. Don’t ask.”
“Ask me!” Scavenger popped into the room under Rampage’s arm. “We were getting art supplies.”
Rampage gave a look like he wished the entire ship would implode. On him. “Yeah, okay so I lost a bet. It happens!” It happened a lot to Rampage. Mostly because he bet while angry. Grindor had told him again and again to step back once he started losing, but…well, sometimes talking to Rampage was its own metaphor for futility. Rampage gave a shrug at Overload. “What? I’d totally bet on you to take the copter.”
“Awwww look, you made his tail rotor droop!” Scavenger pointed. “We need to turn that frown upside down!”
“That’s not a frown,” Scrapper said. “That’s his face. It always looks like that.”
“We could always turn THAT upside down,” Long Haul mused. “Gives me some ideas.”
“You only ever have one idea at a time,” Mixmaster said. “Can we get back to the fraggin’ point. One way to settle this. NOT fighting to the death.” He looked around expectantly, waiting for the answer. The other mechs shuffled their feet, sheepishly.
Mixmaster sighed. “What…else do we do?”
“Build stuff! You want a build-off!”
Another sigh. “The thing we do…with the copter.”
“….FRAGGING!” Scavenger bounced, spreading his hands with a flourish.
“Wait, what?” Overload blinked. “Me and the copter? No way.”
“Yes. Way,” Mixmaster said, giving that ‘up from under his helm’ glower that apparently struck fear into the sparks of Constructicons.
Grindor shrugged. “It seems reasonable…enough.” Far better than fight to the death or something. And then they could all go back to getting along. Well…as well as they ever did.
“Come on,” Hightower said. “Give it a shot, Overload.
“There’s a reason we keep him around,” Scrapper said. “And, frag. Could be fun to show the copter why you’re called Overload.”
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oh yes, do show us why he's called Overload. i do believe it will be most enjoyable for all parites involved.
:DDD