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Dylan laughed a little at that. He wondered how the other Dylan would even react to it. If he didn’t already know about the Autobots that was. Because he had pretty much screamed like a little girl. “Just go easy on him when you do. I practically had a heart attack the first time,” he laughed a little. “Though that may have been because I had Ratchet screaming at me. I mean I think we can all agree that’s the worst way to do it.”
Dylan half smirked a bit. That was definitely true, family wasn’t always blood. He knew that better than most - his blood had been about as disgusting as a Decepticon. “Yeah, I consider myself pretty lucky. Who else can say they’re related to aliens right?” He joked. “I’m really glad I did find you guys though. If anything on top of that it sure made life more interesting.”
Getting back to the issue at hand though. “Say you strike me as the troublemaker type like me. Got an alternative on how to best prank a Bot like Ratchet since the glue bomb is clearly a bust?” He Sides with raised eyebrows.
Rodimus chuckled at Dylan's confirmation of his words. The kid was pretty alright, he guessed. If he was having fun here, though, he'd have a ton on the Lost Light. Maybe he could borrow him...
And then the kid was asking about how to prank Ratchet. The speedster's expression immediately shifted, as though something with many legs had crawled over his plating. He shuddered.
"Yeah, listen, man, I appreciate a good prank as much as the next bot, but I'm too cool to die at this age. If you wanna prank the Hatchet, you talk to Sunstreaker and Sideswipe. They've been doing it for vorns."
Seriously, he'd heard horror stories. The medic wasn't just good at chucking wrenches. Rodimus actually felt a bit of respect for the infamous Terror Twins and their boldness in continuously antagonizing the medic. Well...boldness or stupidity.
Usually Ratchet wasn’t too hard on him about pranks. But then again he was a human and he couldn’t quite kill him with a wrench at Bot size. But these two, Sideswipe and Sunstreaker? Hmmm he’d never heard of them before. What were they? The local pranksters or something? “Who are Sideswipe and Sunstreaker?” He asked curiously out loud. “I mean I know a lot of Bots but I’ve never heard of them.”
It was true, Dylan didn’t know a lot about Bee’s crew, he didn’t even know Strongarm yet and she was family now.
Rodimus couldn't help but smirk a little. The twins weren't as cool as him, but, they were still pretty cool. The speedster propped himself against a wall, his spoiler pressed flat against it, and again folded his arms. Yeah, no, not pranking. His paint job was pristine and there was no slagging way he was risking Ratchet nicking it or denting his plating.
"Eh, I haven't seem 'em around in a long time," for him, since the Lost Light takeoff. At least, not as a pair, that is, "But, they're frontliners. Twins. They've got a split spark bond or something?" he frowned, "It's weird, but they're pretty cool guys."
Dylan scratched his chin a bit. Twins? He’d kind of heard about that before, that Autobots could be born as twins - or Cybertronians in general. But really a part of him was still getting used to their biology. “Split sparked does that mean like they got the same type of soul? That’s crazy,” he questioned, very curious. “I mean things get kinda crazy so I wouldn’t be shocked. Your biology is kinda way different from ours.”
He then added with a slight head tilt. “And I’m guessing these two have a thing for pranks?” He asked rather michieviously. “If so they sound like my kinda guys. I hardly have prank partners these days.”
Rodimus frowned in contemplation. He'd never really compared human and Cybertronian biology. It just hadn't occurred to him. Humans were alien and weird and that was that. It was guys like Ratchet who went looking into the biological aspects.
"Well...yeah. It started as one spark and split in two," he cocked his head, "I guess they share a soul..." he cocked one optic ridge, "I mean, it's not really normal on Cybertron, either, but, it's not unheard of..."
He paused, considering. Wow. Humans thought they were the weird ones. Huh.
Mind blowing thought of the day.
"Yep. They do all kinds of stuff to people. Just don't get on Sunstreaker's bad side. He tends to be pissy most of the time. His bro's pretty easy going in comparison."
He reached up to idly scratch at a seam at his chin.
"And that would be because nobody else is stupid enough to screw with Ratchet," he said factually in response to Dylan's mention of having no partners.
Dylan nodded along as he listened about the split-spark thing. It really fascinated him in all reality, and he wondered what else he had yet to learn about Autobot biology. Maybe now that he was living among them he’d learn all kinds of cool stuff others didn’t. Like biology or even ideals, religions, his mind went wild with different ideas.
Dylan shrugged st the thought of pissing off this Sunstreaker. Ha! He really doubted he could scare him much (as misguided as that may have been, and was). “Well I got a temper too. So the thought doesn’t scare me really,” he shrugged rather honestly. “But I’ll see what I can do about getting a meeting with these two.”
Again, the boy gave an eye roll. “I mean I don’t just prank Ratchet. I prank everyone. The other day I got Fowler, our liaison, covered in pink paint and it was priceless!” He snorted. “Though he’s a pretty easy mark so I do him a lot when I’m bored.”
Did he just-? Yeah, he did. He cocked his head, observing the human. Even he tried to watch himself around Sunstreaker, just because he didn't feel like getting pounded by first the golden one and then his twin. Pissing Sunstreaker off usually meant that Sideswipe snuck in some revenge too. This guy knew that he was human right? As compared to a giant metal being?
Rodimus internally shrugged. Well, whatever, if the kid had a death wish, that was his business. Rodimus was staying the hell out of that.
"Dude, you're talking to the wrong bot. I enjoy pranks as much as the next guy, but, now I've got a reputation to uphold as Captain of the Lost Light," he vented. Ah, the burdens of leadership, "Keep hunting around, though. You'll find someone who'll tag along."
Wait, had he just said that he was the captain? Of a whole spaceship!? Dylan’s eyes widened like saucers - suddenly he was probably one of the coolest mechs he’d ever met, easily. After all he’d been like any little kid growing up, dreaming of going out into the stars. And who knew what kind of things he’d seen and what kind of adventures he’d been on as the captain of a whole ship!
“Whoa! You’re a captain? That’s so cool!” He exclaimed. “It’s a spaceship, right? What kind of places have you been to? Seriously, I’d kill to hear some stories. I’ve always wanted to see the stars. But I mean I’m an artist so I’m probably never going there. But you have got to have the coolest life ever with a job like that!”
Rodimus had been fully prepared to draw the conversation to a close because, honestly, random chatting bored him and he had paperwork to avoid. However, Dylan caught him off-guard with his sudden explosion of excitement. Spaceships had been a thing for as long as Rodimus had been around, so, he failed to understand the reason for the boy's sudden eagerness.
"Uh, yeah?" he cocked an optic ridge, "We've been pretty much everywhere. Ran into some crazy slag," he paused.
'Coolest life ever'...? Mmmm, maybe from some people's perspectives. While Rodimus certainly enjoyed the adventure of captaincy...he really just wanted Cybertron to be a peaceful place. That's why he was on the quest in the first place...
"It's kinda rough. Cybertronians have been blacklisted by a bunch of systems, so we've got to be careful about where we pass through, you know?"
Man - what kind of stories could this guy have? Sure even if the Autobots were blacklisted from other planets, he was sure that only added to the insanity and fun of it all. The thoughts pandered to the imagination of the eight year old kid still buried down there inside him somewhere. And while Rodimus probably thought he was silly - heck they had tons of spaceships in Autobot culture, right? To him the idea was completely different to him - and something he wished he could do himself.
Crossing his arms, he looked up at the mech curiously. “So got any cool stories? Man, especially if you guys are blacklisted I bet you have tons of them!” He noted rather chipperly. “I mean that never stoped the Enterprise in Star Trek... Most of the time!” He added rather excitedly.
Rodimus was vaguely familiar with Star Trek but...eh. Normally, he'd be all for telling a story or two, but, he was bored. It was hard to hold his attention for long, and, he had moved on to wanting to get out of the base. The kid was cool and all, but his wheels had started to itch and he wanted nothing more than to go for a dive. Fast.
He pushed away from the wall, shrugging his shoulders to loosen them.
"Maybe some other time. I've gotta go stretch my wheels before being stuck in this base kills me," he gave a two finger salute from his temple in abrupt farewell, "You seem pretty cool, Dylan. I'll see you around."
Dylan smirked - at least he got a little time with the mech.
He was definitely going to have to see this mech around later. He could imagine that the two of them could maybe make friends in time. If they hadn’t already. Were they friends? Man, he wouldn’t mind that. He was pretty awesome and he’d look cool just by association like that! Or at least he thought so.
“Yeah! Uh you too!” Dylan replied. “See you around!”
Now, to get back to that glue bomb he told himself as he took a step forward.
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