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Characters: Breakdown, @sv19, @raiza Location: Nemesis Bridge Content Warnings: N/A Plot Summary: With a newcomer on board, the task of guiding them and welcoming them falls on Breakdown, with the help of SV-19. How things will go, Breakdown can only hope is well.
Difficult tasks could often fall on the big bruiser; the social tasks, almost always. Social tasks like morale and introductions, as well as leading the Vehicons all seemed to fall upon him. And frankly, sometimes Breakdown thought that was a real pain in the aft. He still didn't quite remember why he only had one optic, just that he was more wary of humans and a lot more wary of being sprawled back on any sort of berth. But having one optic really made it a lot more awkward to try to be social without the usual questions.
Or the usual wise cracks for that matter. And he was exceptionally tired of the "eye-eye" joke after a while. And that was what a gaggle of Vehicons had gotten done doing as they walked away, questioning just why Breakdown was waiting on the Bridge for anyone at all.
"Hurry..." He grunted under his ventilations. His frame seemed to be tensed, his fists clenched tight and the sharp protrusions at his shoulders ressed against his shoulder tires. "Ain't got all day." He mumbled, flexing his digits tightly.
Primus, he hoped he wasn't going to be having to wait long. He'd been looking forward to the possibility of sneaking out tonight to watch those cheesy B-grade horror movies that humans created and showed at drive-in movie theaters. And he really didn't want to miss this It Came from Uranus that he'd heard so much about!
Breakdown wasn't standing alone when it came to introducing new Decepticons to the Nemesis. Sv19 was the rookie vehicon, which meant that veteran vehicons could slouch, and hand him any menial duties. Giving tours was something that wasn't too high on the worst-things-he-could-have-been-assigned-list, still. As the vehicon arrived at the location which he was to act as a guide, or help out a the new con, he found another Decepticon waiting near the same spot he was meant to wait at.
Sv19 took a moment to conclude that perhaps this larger mech hadn't had any better luck. His faceplate was an impatient one, as he flexed his fingers. Sv19 himself was quite new, his paint job still was slightly shiny, his stride too quick and too confident to have been a veteran. It was clear, to any passing soldier that he was somewhat of a newbie as well, though perhaps now with this new fresh addition to the Decepticon army, he wouldn't be continually mocked as such.
"So." He said without much emotion, "You too sir?" he asked the rhetorical question. He casually tossed a knife up into the air, before catching it by the handle. Sv19's left servo flipped the blade around, sliding it between his fingers, clearly playing with the dagger idly. Sv19 never really bothered to say his number or his name that Pyro had given him recently since he was either going to have to say it to the new comer, or it wouldn't be asked of him at all. Even if it was asked of him, the person would probably forget it.
It wasn't like vehicons were held in a high regard, much less rookie vehicons.
Funny it may be, but the red femme had to, at least, almost hide away on the bridge of the ship. Many of those cybertronians that she continuously conned were still on the hunt for her, and her chances of talking her way out were not simple. With many Decepticons on the Nemesis, the faction had a habit of terminating each other...in violence. It wasn't in her favor to purposely do the same, but it was in her DNA to be vindictive. Either friend or foe.
All Raiza has done in the past week was hiding out in the shadows of her faction....and yes, conning a few of them, here and there. "Gnarly radical", was all she could say. Well, dear her. Honestly, the last thing she actually did, was to find an automobile mode: motorcycle. Humans were amusing, but not one-hundred percent all the way...
A flash of green light appeared on the bridge, until a groundbridge appeared in its subspace. Out she came, painted in simple red with tiny black accents and white, prominent-chinned faceplate. Her deviously red optics scanned the room as her red-booted pedes stepped out from the other side of the portal. Going through completely, her form was completely visible: red thick-plated armor around her chest, red forearm gauntlet-appendages, and red hip plates, where her dark grey-colored midriff was exposed, as well as her Decepticon insignia in the middle of her chest. Even more bizzarre: connected to her helm, appeared to be two silver, tentacle-like appendages, almost to be resembling high pigtails, going all the way down to her waist. Strange.
Raiza gave herself a stretch of her arms, as well as her right leg behind her, so it was just about lifted to the back of her helm. Since she has been in her alternate mode for nearly half of a cycle, there was going to be aches every now and then. A good stretch is one of them.
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"Yeah...me too." Breakdown even seemed to have a hint of a sympathetic tone. Unlike the rest of the Decepticons, he was at least a little empathetic toward the lower ranks. After all, he was the one interacting closer with them. He then gave a small grin for a moment. "Hey, ya don't look as scuffed as the others. Welcome to the ranks. Hope Megatron don't rough ya up like some of the others. Or Starscream for that matter." He knew what befell some of the others. "Oh, and I hope you don't exactly become cannon fodder against an Autobot either. That's a real thankless job." He shrugged softly.
The green light of a groundbridge appeared and he perked up. A new 'Con. Of course. Must have been the one they were possibly expecting! He raised a hand as though to wave. Okay, maybe he was a little too nice compared to other Decepticons at times but he couldn't help it. He wasn't exactly a huge jerk. Okay, he was huge but not really a jerk. Right? Right?!
"Hey there. Interesting design you got there, little red. Got a designation?" He quipped with a quick grin. Perhaps he'd spent a little too long around Knock Out, but he was finally starting to pick up on some of the social graces because of it.
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Sev was surprised to hear that small amount of ympathy, and that the brutish mech didn’t shove Sev aside. No, this mech…actually talked to Sev. The vehicon gave a small grin behind his mask. ‘Good luck not becoming canon fodder for Autobots’? [welcome to the ranks’? This guy was different. Sev immediately took interest in the larger mech. He straightened up a little, almost as if Breakdown had just earned an extra pint of respect. “Don’t get me started on the canon fodder sir. Thanks sir.” Sev told him formally, before a groundbridge appeared. In stepped a red femme, sleek and clearly a two-wheeler. One look at her and the way her dimensions complimented one another, and Sev could tell she was one of those people. It was as if trouble had already painted itself in that faceplate of hers, as if trouble had been a person and she’d been hanging around him. As a result she’d picked up on the way he walked and appeared.
He couldn’t be too quick to judge though. The femme was only just stepping in. Still. Like Starscream and Steeljaw, some people just had this look about them.
Sev turned around, falling in line beside Breakdown, saluting the incoming femme. “Welcome to the Nermesis Ma’am.” Sev said in a semi welcoming voice, wondering how much of a notice he’d get from the femme anyways. Breakdown had definitely encouraged the vehicon to try though, regardless of the odds.
By now Sev had made sure to put away his sharp objects, concealing them in his sleeves of compartments.
Making one more stretch with her arm across her chest, Raiza gave a heartfelt laugh. "Ha ha! It's good to be home!", she gave a relieving exhale as she scanned the bridge of the Nemesis. Truth to Primus, the red femme thrived here, although as much preferred being in battle, rather than the boredom of claustrophobia. Not to mention she was much scarier out in the field; the thrill-seeking yet crazy femme reveled in the action, and despite how much she claims to have issues, others claim that she was insane in the processor. Delusional she was, Raiza never accepted these rumors. She was just "free".
"What's up, gentlemen? You miss me?", she randomly asked some vehicons nearby. All they did was walk, either in fear or annoyance, which only made her chuckle. Funny thing is, Raiza had a habit of getting into every cybertronians' personal space. Ever since she got on this ship, she's been a bit impulsive, provocative, childish, and devious in her mannerisms. It's what made her a bit difficult (and different) to interact with. If others were smart enough, they would figure her out. Not like she cared though; Raiza was a free-spirit, after all.
Hearing two different mech voices that were directed right to her, Raiza turned around before putting a hand on her hip-plate. "Appreciate the welcoming committee. The name's Raiza. Yours?", her response was a bit fast, but she made it clear for them to hear, as her helm tipped up almost in an arrogant way.
"Welcome. But yeah, rank-and-file's got a real thankless job. You guys work hard." Breakdown himself knew how thankless a job it could be. Among the higher-ranked soldiers, he had some of the more thankless jobs outside the med-bay. Really, only his Amica Endura Knock Out was one of the few grateful souls on the ship other than the Vehicons who actually had survived after surgeries performed by a medic and his dedicated large, if somehow dextrous nurse.
He lifted an optical ridge. Missed her? But he had recently gotten back after an incident himself, and he had only recently gotten that eye-patch as well. Her words had inspired a sheepish smile to cross his faceplates and one of his hammy fingers scratched along his cheek in nervous confusion. How did you say that you didn't even know someone until that very moment? Oh wait, she wasn't even looking at them. Of course not. It was the vehicons that she was looking to, not to a big blue dolt like him and one of the many, many vehicons. He then pouted slightly. Hell, Airachnid looked right through him too.
Was it the eyepatch that turned femmes off?
"Name's Breakdown!" He had an eager grin, suddenly punching his right fist into his left palm. "So, Raiza, what can we do you for? Tour of the ship? Introduction to the crew? Rations?"
"Input appreciated sir." Sev gave a respectful nod to Breakdown, professionally sliding him one more comment as the newcomer approached. The site of a femme asking a group of vehicons if they missed made Sev can't his helm to the side. Did she actually know them? No. They continued on their path, deciding to not give her any heed. Welcome to the Decepticons ma'am. Sev thought to her. No need to give her any other sarcastic comment aloud. That spark of enthusiasm he was seeing in her eyes was best left unquenched. Why not let the femme have a go at what was coming for her?
Quietly, Sev allowed Breakdown to continue the talking. Until Raiza directly addressed the vehicon, he had no reason to speak. Thus Sev simply kept his visor respectfully fixed on Raiza, to show she had his attention, and he was ready to serve if need be. It was the life of a vehicon, put in basic terms. Sev proceeded to study the femme further, calculating her prowess, pondering on her characteristics, and what she might contribute to the Decepticons. What was her occupation?
She was a lean little two-wheeler. Unlike drones (even the specialized kind) it wasn't clear what primary objective she fulfilled. He supposed some people you couldn't tell right off the bat, like Silent Sky. There was nothing wrong with that though. She did seem quite energetic, the way she quickly approached them and spouted out her words. Raiza had a sense of pride, he could hear it in her words. There was something about the color of red she was that made him feel she was one of those cons with an acute sense of style. Makes me wonder if she's willing to get her finish dirty. Sev speculated, as the sequence of tours commenced.
Raiza was looking around the bridge, to the many vehicons that stood around, her smirk still present. She took note of a certain vehicon who approached her, along with this other giant mech who seemed eager to meet her. This caught her off slightly, but it was good to have a Decepticon with some manners. So far, as she wandered the wilderness, there was no single trace of a cybertronian on sight. Though that didn't the fights went unnoticed. It's what brought her here in the first place. The red femme didn't mind though, just looking at this bulky blue mech before, keeping her smirk there.
"Well, Breakdown", she tested the name on her glossa. "You don't mind if I called you 'Break', do you?", the red femme then asked; her eyes, this time, widening as if in childlike curiosity. This thought came to her: in honesty, it was too long, so she developed a knack to call others by nickname. How would you say it? It was boring to call them by their full name; why not add a little fun to it? "How sweet; I am a bit parched, really; long drive. Let's settle for refreshments", hope was, this time, present, and Raiza's words come out like a leaking filter again. Looking at the vehicon, her smirk appeared again. "How 'bout you?", she asked; her head tilting up once again, while one of her servos remained on her hip-plate.
Breakdown himself couldn't help but give the faintest of smiles. The Vehicons really had a tough life and he figured that among the "command staff", he should be the good example to them. After all, he was the closest to the lower ranks, barely a medical assistant, and more of a warrior than an actual commander. But he himself had been mostly been put in charge of the Vehicons. He resonated with them, since he was a warrior.
He watched and listened, waiting to get an inkling of what this femme was like. And frankly, it amused him. Her attitude was almost familiar, as though he could have almost seen it coming out of the med-bay. But some bots did sass like Knock Out, he supposed.
He couldn't help but give a smirk. "I don't mind, I mean, Knock Out calls me that when he's in a hurry." He smirked. Knock Out was always in a hurry when it came to medical procedures. Which sometimes didn't bode well for Vehicons, but he wasn't about to say that around an entire group of them. "Rations sound good. Whatcha think, Sev?" He had his left thumb up to the femme, his right servo on his right hip. A cheeky grin had flashed across his face, as though he were trying to display the same amount of sass as his Amica Endura. Not that he was exactly as sassy as Knock Out or anything.
It was interesting for not one, but two people to seem briefly interested in his input.
"I'm operating fine, ma'am." Sev tilted his helm in respect to Raiza. Everyone was his superior. Even if they weren't, or considered themselves his level of rank in the Decepticon rankings, it was still written in his codes to treat someone officially 100% sentient with respect. Like so many others, this femme fit the description 'sentient', and thus, she was a superior.
"A low grade wouldn't hurt sir." Sev answered Breakdown, keeping his words calm and concise. He wasn't in a situation where he needed to articulate any opinions, or introduce and receive philosophies. He could easily switch to that mode of course, but there was a time and place for everything. Now wasn't the time, at least not yet.
Sev unsheathed a blade, flipping it in a small pattern before taking a glance at at his weapon. It was as clean as a whistle; spotless. The blade was also extremely sharp, looking like it could easily split the finest of hairs apart, and penetrate the thickest of hides. It was one of his daggers, a bulkier and more sturdy blade compared to his collection of smaller knives. Sev grinned behind his mask at his tool, before tasking himself with sharpening it on the side of his left arm, his red visor returning to his superiors. Lead the way. He thought patiently, knowing it wasn't his place to guide the new comer. Not if a fully sentient superior was right there in front of him.
Raiza feels already at home, and by the way these two were already giving her a grand welcoming, as soon as she mentioned about rations. They seem to be interested in her offer, so why not get the feel of this new vessel?
The red femme tilted her helm to the side again, a constant habit she's had, since she got herself a new alternate vehicle mode. She kept her servo on her hip-plate, as she looked and processed the information she just recently received from them. 'Breakdown and Sev', as they were called. "Lead the way, Muscles", she reconsidered that the big mech would lead on. Not the vehicon couldn't, but she found some amusement in the bigger mech.
This 'Breakdown' sounded polite, and surprisingly respectful, so considering that she would witness him complying, Raiza can see potential in his humble interior, not to mention his exterior defining him as an exteriorized all-brawn; a gentle giant. However, she has yet to see him in combat, so she would be calling him 'gentle' just yet. A giant, yet to be gentle...
Breakdown himself gave a sheepish look. She wanted him to lead the way? It almost reminded him of his adventures with Knock Out; the red automobile would ALWAYS ask him to lead the way to the latest energon mining site or potential site. He chuckled softly and punched into his hand softly.
"If ya look to your left, you'll see part of the bridge. If ya look to the right...you'll see more of the bridge. Behind you is...well...Lord Megatron's throne but don't sit in it. If it's anything like that one time...he'll punch you to the other end of the bridge and out the door." Well, at least, that was what he heard from a vehicon who heard it from a vehicon, who heard it from a vehicon twice removed.
He wasn't quite dumb, really. That was just a joke from him. He loved joking around, having a broad sense of humor.
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