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Characters: @ruminator, Open Location: Mars's moon Phobos Content Warnings: N/A Plot Summary: After chasing down his former employer and losing track of her in this solar system, Ruminator is on the lookout for familiar life signs.
With his turrets at the ready and a glare permanently etched into his features, Ruminator hardly looked welcoming. But after being led on a wild-goose chase and winding up in this solar system, in proximity to so many... organics... he certainly wasn't thrilled. He'd picked up some signs of Cybertronian life on the neighboring planet in addition to the mass of organic ones. Some seemed familiar, Decepticon-like in nature. He could only hope-- he really needed to upgrade his equipment after being forced to bring his firepower down to the bare minimum.
Oh, his weapons... his pride and joy. The itch was creeping up, that familiar restless feeling he got when he didn't experiment for a while. That fogginess in his mind where all he could start to focus on was that euphoric feeling he got after attaching some twisted new weapon to his frame.
The one that tended to make him less careful and meticulous.
While he tapped at the console in his small craft to send out a generic signal along what he hoped were secure Decepticon frequencies for a rendezvous, his other hand twitched, the movements slight but erratic. Each second that ticked by felt like an eternity as he waited for someone, anyone, to respond.
At least there was finally a job suited for him, and his empty vessel, the Admonisher. It would've been a waste of resources to send a fully manned cruiser out for one distress signal. Steamhammer would've been saying everything aloud, if he still had a crew to listen. On the plus side the Admonisher felt much more accommodating for someone of his stature now, now that he didn't have to share it with a group of cons about roughly his size. Whoever this poor bot was, it must've seemed like a warship was coming to rescue him.
The target itself wasn't that large of a vessel, the perfect size for the Admonisher to dock with. The transmission had just been vague enough for Steamer to prepare a litany of tools and parts, should their ship need fixing. Or perhaps they'd just been feeling lonely, or taken a wrong turn and ended up on an asteroid moon?
As Phobos spun in its orbit, Steamhammer could see it: a small ship just over the asteroid's northern ridge. It was a blemish more noticeable than the dozens of other craters and pockmarks, at least.
"Attention, this is captain Steamhammer of the Decepticon vessel Admonisher; I'm coming in for a pick up, now."
Finally! The slight twitches of Ruminator's left digits had gotten faster as he heard the voice on the other end. Spotting the ship on his radar, however, made him still for a moment. That... that was a pretty substantial vessel compared to his own. And it was good news as far as he was concerned.
Not just for elbow room, either. In his situation, there truly was safety in numbers.
"Greetings, captain. This is Ruminator of Tarn, piloting an unnamed escape craft." A humorless, crooked half-smile briefly crossed his face before he realized no one could see it. No need to go into the whole story now, not unless he was asked. "I have visual of your vessel. Let me know if you need me to move."
Tarn, eh? Poor bot. It wasn't long before Steamhammer fired up the Admonisher's tractor beam array, locking on to Ruminator's silly little ship. The console hummed a low tone as the energy readout booted up, showing everything to be functioning nominally. The Constructicon fine-tuned the beam as to avoid accidentally tearing the pod in half, or simply flinging it through the Admonisher itself. "No need," he replied.
The small escape craft was promptly pulled out of proximity of Mars's little moon, and up towards the much larger vessel above. It had been quite a while since Steamhammer had guests aboard the ship; maybe he should roll out the welcome mat and a bottle of Engex, too. Then again, Steamer was giving him a free ride back to Earth and its Decepticons. Maybe he'd make him earn his keep.
Once the escape ship was securely attached to the starboard airlock, Steamhammer departed the bridge, his thundering footfalls carrying towards his newest passenger. The Galaxxon promptly folded his arms together to wait for his side of the airlock door to hiss open, hopefully followed by a well thought out expression of gratitude for being rescued.
There was a brief pause when Ruminator first saw him after the airlock door opened. He seemed to be at a loss for words by just how tall Steamhammer was. He himself wasn't a particularly small mech, but this... well, this really was just something else.
Shaking his helm and clearing his throat, Ruminator nodded graciously. His left hand, hanging at his side, was opening and closing rapidly.
"I want to thank you for allowing me to board your vessel, captain. I am in your debt." Pressing his digit tips to his chestplating and lowering his helm slightly, his spoilers shifted up a little. "Though my craft was undamaged, it was hardly what one would call spaceworthy over long distances. Even with what few defense modifications I could give it, I'm surprised I made it this far."
Crooking his right index digit on his chin, Ruminator tilted his helm back up to face Steamhammer again. "If there is anything you may need me to do, I will gladly oblige. I have a strong expertise in weaponry, both for personal and large-scale uses."
Hrm. Was that classifiable as sucking up? Ruminator certainly hoped not.
For such a little bot, little being a relative term, he was an awfully big kiss-up. Steamhammer kept silent as Ruminator expressed both his gratitude and skill set towards him, despite the fact that he didn't quite need either. The comment about doing him a favor struck a chord in the Constructicon however, giving Steamer an idea. He took a few thundering steps over to a Steamhammer-sized computer terminal, giving it a good whack with his fist. The machine ejected a small canister with a powerfully glowing gold substance within. The Decepticon pried the container from the side of the terminal with a hiss, observing it for a moment. After everything appeared to be in order, he passed it off to Ruminator without any semblance of an explanation.
"Hold on to that for me, and please don't drop it." Then, he turned and motioned for the little bot to follow him towards the bridge, his massive footfalls threatening to disturb the canister from their vibrations alone. "I've already contacted Megatron about your arrival; apparently, he'd like to meet you in person."
As the two Decepticons continued their talks, they would eventually come to notice the familiar swirling vortex of a Space Bridge portal opening up on the ship. It wasn't often that Megatron himself would directly visit, but this was one of those rare times.
Even tyrants needed to get away from the day-to-day crew from time to time.
As Megatron stepped through the Space Bridge, he held his servos behind his back, looking around the ship. His optics narrowed, stopped right upon Steamhammer and Ruminator. He may not have known the two by name, but he was curious to see what these two had wanted. What could Ruminator offer him, as well as Steamhammer?
He continued to gaze upon them, expecting them to bow down before his awesome might.
Looking to the canister in his hands with wide-opticked confusion and more than a little concern, he followed Steamhammer to the bridge. "Er... Alright then..." Well, something he learned quickly in the past was that asking questions could get him into deeper trouble. But Megatron wanting to see HIM? Was this some sort of elaborate prank?
Seeing that imposing frame right in front of his optics, though, made him realize quickly that no, this really was not a prank. Or at least, not fully. Ruminator glanced to Steamhammer nervously, still gripping the canister for dear life. It was hard to when all his entire frame wanted to do was twitch, like he had this horrid and all-encompassing itch all over.
Angling his gaze up toward Megatron, Ruminator cleared his throat. "I was told that you wanted to speak with me."
Steamhammer bent his knee to Megatron, although it was more of a symbolic gesture than a literal one. The hulking Decepticon was nearly twice his leader's height while standing, and they only met eye to eye in an occasion like this. He was quick to notice that Ruminator was still holding onto the glorified neon light that he'd passed off to him, mostly as a joke. Steamer casually reached over to pilfer the canister, before tossing it over his shoulder. It smashed quietly on the floor in the background, quite unceremoniously.
"A pair of engineers, my lord," he remarked, referring to the both of them. "One for tools of the destructive persuasion, and one of... larger endeavors."
With that out of the way, he felt it was prudent to introduce himself, "I don't believe you remember me, Lord, but I am Steamhammer. I was one of the Constructicons under Bonecrusher's command after the uprising hit Galaxxon. My crew and I built a few fortresses for you, and knocked down a few more in your name."
The Decepticon turned his red visor to the littler bot to his right, "Ruminator here can speak for himself."
Megatron stared at the two mechs before him, awaiting a confirmation if his voyage to this ship was worth his time. If he had come here and discovered that the two had not been worth the journey, things would not end well for anyone aboard the ship.
The taller of the two, Steamhammer, promptly introduced himself as well as explained their positions. Engineers.. and a Constructicon. It had been some time since he had encountered one of the Constructicons, and even longer still since he had last heard of Bonecrusher. "I see.."
The tyrant turned his gaze to Ruminator, his crimson optics glaring at him intently. "And you.. what is it that you can offer?"
Ruminator cleared his vox and bowed, his own red optics never breaking Megatron's gaze. "Forgive me for not introducing myself sooner, my lord. I am Ruminator of Tarn, previously stationed on Messatine under the employment of a femme known as Fission. It is likely that you do not know of her."
Mentioning Fission made Ruminator's digits start to twitch again. She was the last person he really wanted to talk about at this point in time.
"I am a weapons engineer; my expertise lies in the experimental and the ruthless. Though my designs are usually on a more individual scale these days, I am no stranger to larger projects."
A thought popped into Steamhammer's over-sized noggin. He tilted his head around as if looking for some unseen object behind him, before regarding Megatron with his ruby red eyes once more. "I should add that this vessel is equipped with a Universal Assembler too, Lord Megatron. In case one would need to make use of it." Engineer or weapons specialist, anybody could make a UA useful, given they had a right mind to do so. If Steamer was reading Megatron correctly, he had half a mind to throw the old engineer out of his own ship if he didn't make himself useful in some shape or form. The adage of the UA was guaranteed to keep him in-favor.
Some part of Steamhammer wanted to bring up the possibility of combining his and Ruminator's knowledge into building weapons with said US, but he refrained for the time being. He felt it would come up sooner or later, though...
Megatron listened to Ruminator's tale, though only with half interest.. at least to start with. Another from Messatine, under a femme he didn't know. He felt that there was some sort of point that needed to be made from this, and thankfully the mech eventually drew towards it.
An engineer, and one that specialized with weapons at that. There were definitely uses for such a specialty aboard the Nemesis, and upgrading the weaponry on the Vehicons would be a good place to start. They were far too easily defeated, and strengthening them would further their chances of crushing the Autobots before they became an even larger problem on the organic planet.
It was only then that he spotted Steamhammer's sudden movement, listening as he spoke up. "A Universal Assembler? A useful artifact indeed.."
The tyrant stared the two of them down, pacing a bit as he spoke. "Very well. I will grant the both of you access to the Nemesis, currently located on the planet Earth. We are presently at war with the Autobots on the small organic world, but I believe that your assets could give aid to our troops. How soon can this ship of yours reach Earth?"
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