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Post by sarune on Jul 13, 2018 18:47:06 GMT
The Solaris district, named after the godlike figure of Solus Prime, was a worthy site for a goddess of craftsmanship in all their glory. Created centuries ago back when level two hundred and sixty-four had been topside, every spiralling tower and intricate walkway was designed in such a way it gleamed in gold and ember whenever the sun caught it just right revealing intricate patterns and subtle markings in the metal. Even now thirty-six floors from topside, spectacular engineering had ensured the craftsmanship was regularly on display with a skylight that regularly adapted to mimic the environment on floor three hundred with state of the art lighting rigs and a complex weather and heating system that was continuously at work.
Now even centuries after its creation, the region remained in perfect condition a result of meticulous maintenance drones that preserved the district in all its glory even as hundreds of thousands walked its streets every night. A constant supply of revenue for the districts most popular attractions which paid the bulk of maintenance fees in the area. The cost of which was barely a slither in comparison to the profits that continued to fill their vaults.
Located in the centre of the Solaris district, Elusive Visions was one of the most successful nightclubs on planet. A constant hub of activity that was more than willing to bask in its popularity as spotlights surrounding it beamed like a beacon in the night calling even more potential wanderers to its ember coloured gates. While high above its domed glass ceiling revealed sights of pleasure and delight as the crowds on the top floor danced to recent tunes.
The sounds of which were a complete contrast to those on the north side of the district, as the Ironguard Combat Arena held one of its nightly events. A complex mixture of combat sports that remained largely non-lethal to keep a fresh supply of newcomers, desperate for a taste of adventure in their safe lives. The circular shaped venue proudly claimed some of the most populated events across the sector as customers experienced heart-pumping battles in adaptable environments that can be viewed from numerous spectator suites.
For those uninterested in physical pursuits, however only thirty minutes away for the standard Cybertronian, the Watchlight arcade proclaims some of the most sophisticated VR technology on Leva III. Although that is only one of the main attractions for the gaming hub as almost every type of game and arcade machine imaginable can be found within, a fact the shop is more than happy to tell everyone with the neon lights and constant sounds that stream from the entrance.
Not unlike, the near endless dings and screams that come from the slot machines in the Golden Sunset Casino. One of the wealthiest casino’s on planet that despite its ability to cater to both the middle and lower class is also a popular venue for the upper class who play in higher stake games in classy VIP suites that often overlook the entire city-level from the very top of the skyscraper.
While nearby, hidden from sight and out of mind, Sven’s Salvage Shop sells some of cheapest goods anywhere in the sector as a result of a deal for getting rid of the trash who try to cheat or fail to pay the Golden Sunset. A sadly common occurrence that even now has sections of the shop covered in spare parts, an impressive if not terrifying feat considering the overloaded junkyard hidden in the back of the store which few are aware of due to the squat almost ugly look of the shops entrance. It's dirty bronze exterior walls a complete contrast from almost everywhere else in the district.
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Post by sarune on Jul 16, 2018 15:59:39 GMT
Situated in the centre of the Solaris District, Elusive Visions was always busy, a result of their mainstream popularity and prices that made it affordable for even the poorest of mechs as a rare treat. Tonight though, its sparkling dome and blinding lights that pierced the growing darkness of the creeping night where a beacon that had already called hundreds in its opening hours, as even now a queue formed on the outside. Their buzzing mass, a stream of moving colours as they stood outside the main entrance of the venue, a massive golden bridge that sparkled in a thousand different colours whenever the lights of the club struck it just right, creating a disco ball effect that already had the crowds outside pumped with the help of the thunderous music from inside that failed to be restrained by heavy soundproofing.
Near the front of the group, Circuitracer was what one might expect to be a common feature of such a party, with her slim frame and short height that shouldn't have been capable of containing the energy that seemed to buzz from her as her body fought to not break out dancing right this moment. Only the tapping of her right foot against the mixture of metal and glass walkway seemed to restrain her current desire as her bright green optics glimpsed around the crowd, a constant smile on her face as she looked towards the femme aside her.
"See, Tri-Barrel look what you've been missing." She screamed, her voice fighting to be overheard by the electronic house music that seemed to be bursting from the entrance, as a group of twelve bouncers continued to work towards thinning the crowd by sending people both inside and away if necessary.
It would clearly not take the two femmes long to reach the entrance, a fact which seemed to have Circuitracer even more excited as another spotlight hit her frame, illuminating the soft greens and silvers that made up her armour. The biolights that framed her curves, in turn, seemed to glow brighter, with a bright green that quickly flooded the floor underneath her. Causing the bridge to shimmer as the glass portions sparkled around her, creating a kaleidoscope effect across her body which only seemed to make her look brighter.
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Post by Amphesiina on Jul 19, 2018 1:22:07 GMT
It was hard to believe how quickly things could become so wonderful once again- wonderfully brilliant as blinding lights flickered around by the lights that created this halo affect to the number of mecha and a handful of those odd organics that all waited rather impatiently in line. The line itself had stretched down the entire block and they hadn't been needing to wait very long before the pair had reached the entrance. Here her nerves began to die down. The crowd of bodies did bother her greatly and brought a wave of anxiety swelling through her processor, but the light-heartedness of Circuit was quick to calm her finicky optics.
A rather sly grin split across her features and suddenly Tri-barrel found her helm nodding to the deep bass coming from the music within those luxurious tinted glass walls. A quick look around, one last time- she drank in her surrounding as if it was an intoxicating drink. One that brought life and movement to her tense frame until she was keeping to the beat with the femme besides her.
"YEAH!" She roared back over the music- a bit too loudly, one clearing of her vocals was all it took to straighten things out. "I can't beieve you haven't taken brought me here sooner!!!"
Above them a grand arching stairway made of a delicate-looking stairwell supported a second line of lifeforms waiting to patiently file in as well. The guard at the door seemed rather grumpy despite his smile and nod to those he allowed entrance for-- and next was them.
"Proof of ticket." The large four-armed organic questioned deeply, his oil-black overcoat shimmering in the light as he reached out to grab at the small datapad that Tri presented to him.
A quick scan and the pad flipped green.
"It has both of ours on it-"
He scanned it again, and for a breif moment she bit her lower derma as it didn't flip to color immeditely- green.
"Alright you two- have a fun time. Be safe."
Tri-barrel flashed circuit an excited grin and filed inside, the bulkier femme needing to squeeze between a couple that came past them carrying trays of chips from some sort of drinking game they had won earlier. Inside- her yellow lenses widened while they took in the scenery.
Not only was it packed with all walks of life, it was also brilliant. Made of a glassy dyed crystal that glossed the floor and walls. Center of this massive warehouse of noise and passion to move and dance was lit by a giant holo-form of the three dancers performing below, while on the second floor a similar display was pulsing in green- these dancers swinging what appeared to be fire ropes. Tri-barrel reached out and snagged her partner by the servo, tugging her in the direction of magnificent curved bar in the back lined with a gawking amount of neon-lit liquir and substance-filled containers. Lining the bar stretched massive tubes filled with the neon liquids, stretching to the ceiling and creating a brilliant atmosphere.
"C'mon! I need to fuel up before we hit the dance floor!!"
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Post by sarune on Jul 24, 2018 20:57:19 GMT
Unaware of the deeper thoughts that were going through Tri-Barrel's mind, Circuitracer was more than happy to begin bouncing in time with the loudest tune from inside. An electronic epic that seemed to have more drops and rises than should have been possible without being useless noise, but instead was rather simple to dance to as Circuit restrained herself to springing up and down without ever properly leaving the ground. Not that it would have mattered much as many of the other members of the queue where already in a partying mood, only barely keeping themselves in check as they neared closer. The constant booming of nearby music, preventing the use of gentle whispers.
Used to the loud nature of such clubs, Circuitracer took Tri-Barrel's enthusiastic shout in good taste, with only a slight wince to speak of the pain that shouting straight into her audio receptor had caused. A reaction that couldn't be said for everyone as more than one or two nearby mechs turned to glare at the femme. Thankfully however, it had failed to cause any damage, despite the pain, as Circuit then heard her fellow femmes question about bringing her earlier only a few seconds later.
"Oohhh, sure, as though I haven't been trying to get your aft out of the charging port for weeks." She complained in turn, turning into a whine near the end as she playfully rushed towards the bouncer uncaring of his attitude as she slipped away from her companion.
Not that Tri-Barrel stayed away for long, as she caught up to give the ID slips they'd bought earlier. The delay that followed, left Circuit unbothered often used to the slight pause such scanners caused while her partner worried, in the end, they passed through without bother as the smaller femme shared a grin before she was off. Her long legs carrying her forward as the two broke up, Tri-Barrel behind yet again.
It was only a little while after entering the room, and trying to run off onto the dance floor, she was caught however allowing Tri-Barrel to grip her servo and drag her off to the bar as she laughed gleefully. The excuse of a drink to dance was ignored as Circuit grabbed hold of Tri's servo and took charge weaving through the crowd members that remained towards their destination.
"HEY, SOLUM, TWO O'L FAITHFULS MY FRIEND NEEDS SOME LIQUID COURAGE!!!"
In response to the shout that somehow carried despite the music, whether through experience or luck, one of the bartenders turned around their body alight from the neon glow behind them that turned them a thousand different colours as they smiled back.
"Two? Not going to steal hers, Circuit?"
"Hey, first drinks a treat. Let me spoil her at least once." She said in response, her smile practically blinding as she forced Tri-Barrel to sit on one of the high rise stools aside her, noticeably smaller than the one she claimed which left them around the same size much to the femmes pleasure.
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Post by Backbeat on Aug 2, 2018 22:16:56 GMT
Backbeat wandered the streets of the Solaris district. He had been on the planet to spend his last paycheck on supplies and anything to keep himself from getting bored. He'd just visited Sven’s Salvage Shop and dropped half his budget on what could charitably be called a bag full of explosives. This large bag of bombs being dumped in subspace till he actually needed them. He thought for a moment about what to do next he found a bench to sit down on under a street lamp and sat down. With a wave of his hand he calls up his data pad from subspace and starts to flip through the pages on it's screen looking for work.
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Post by Amphesiina on Aug 4, 2018 2:03:23 GMT
Tri-barrel happily accepted the mixed concoction that the off-world contently pooled together for the two femmes, a glint of eagerness in her optics as she was quick to slam back the drink and allowed the music to bring her stilled frame to finally move in beat to the rhythm. All of her fears and anxieties were quickly forgotten as she decided to make tonight a wild ride.
"Spoil me?! HA- kindest thing I've heard all day!"
She threw her servos above her bulkier frame and moved her hips in a smooth grace that might not of have been expected.
"Alright! Now I can dance!"
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Post by Backbeat on Aug 5, 2018 3:58:11 GMT
Backbeat sighs. Nothing... No job postings or anything. Ever since the stunt that the Decepticon commander pulled, everyone's been too cautious to do much, for fear of a trap or assassination.Sooner or later this will clear up and business will be back as usual. Till then, Backbeat had free time. He thought about what he could do, he could try to find some way to mess with the Decepticons. It seemed like not only a fun idea, but a perfectly profitable one too. He gets up from his seat and walks over to the doors of Elusive Visions. After bribing the man at the door to get in, Backbeat wandered over to the bar and order himself a drink. He looks around the club as he waits for his drink, a group of femmes dance on the dance floor, by the door two drunks attempt to poorly convince a bouncer that they should stay, and by the far wall the hangers on too scared to join the party. His drink arrives and he positions the straw so he can drink despite his face plate. He notes a message on his personal comm channel and leaves the bar quickly.
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Post by sarune on Aug 21, 2018 11:17:54 GMT
Watching with barely concealed amusement, it was a near thing that Circuitracer didn't let out a giggle when Tri-Barrel downed her drink, instead, the smaller femme hid her smile behind the glass of her drink as she swallowed it quickly. The sudden injection of high-grade doing little more than giving a pleasant boost to her energy levels as she was nowhere near energised, although that had never been a necessity for her to begin dancing in the first place. That appeared to be more along Tri-Barrel's requirements, although Circuit felt no need to criticise the need for some liquid assistance as she stepped behind her partner and grabbed Tri-Barrel by the hips before dragging her towards the dancefloor. Her giggles becoming vocalised sounds as she walked backwards through the crowd guiding the other femme.
"You can start dancing anytime now." She said, leaning forward in the process so she could be heard as her intake was placed directly against the other cybertronians left audio-receptor, while her chest pressed against her back, even as the height differences required Circuit to lean up on her toes.
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Post by Amphesiina on Aug 22, 2018 4:09:43 GMT
"Oye!" The taller femme exclaimed as she was tugged back through the crowd.
The dusty gold and crimson paint on her enforced frame bounced off a glitter of lighting in all directions as the dancing bodies pressing around them began to close in and keep pace with the beat. Tri-barrel didn't need to be told twice- she twisted her helm to the side and cast a sly wink to the femme behind her, turning back around so the pair could dance like idiots without a single care in the world. Despite her rather seemingly boxy build, the femme didn't have an issue moving herself with grace. Dancing was her thing- well, that and drinking. And- hitting things. But she was better at dancing. Less thinking, more relaxing.
She took Circuit's servos and pulled her quickly out of the way as a sour-faced organic had been seen shoving people out of the crowd, she made sure not to make eye-contact and turn her body to put herself between her and the shoving idiot's walking through the dance. This way they could at least continue without interruptions. The smile quickly returned to her faceplate as if nothing ever happened, and she began to step with the rhythm.
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Post by sarune on Aug 26, 2018 18:31:45 GMT
Just like Tri-Barrel it wasn't soon before, Circuitracer got lost dancing with her fellow femme, as the two kept tight together against the shifting waves of the crowd around them. Still even surrounded from all sides, the lights of the dance floor shone upon Circuit catching the curves of her upper chest and gleaming in a rainbow of colours that was predominantly shades of emerald. Each of which was entrancing by itself, gaining the femme in question more than a few looks that stayed for even longer when they caught sight of the source of the light show. Still, Circuit danced, seemingly oblivious if not for the thrilled twist of her lips that showed her amusement as she suddenly leaned into Tri-Barrel. Her frame barely skimming the femme's own as she spun around her, pressing her front against the femme's back and aftplate before she hopped away in time with the tune, as though it was merely part of the dance they were performing.
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Unknown to them, outside the blasts of tunes and excited clubbers had been interrupted with a tense staredown. On one side stood the bouncers who'd been letting people through just as often as they were forced to turn the unruly away. On the other stood a duo, clearly not here for the dancing inside, their frames were larger than most standing at forty foot and built likes tanks which were a likely alternative mode for the Cybertronians. Even then to those who frequently occupied Elusive Visions, it wasn't an unusual sight. After all, on a world like Leva III there was always those ready to create trouble for others. Against over a dozen bouncers though even their presence could be called into question, as more and more of the security staff began to move into positions.
To those who where unaware it might have been assumed the bouncers were ready to throw the duo out, ready to bring their numbers to bear at a moments notice. The reality, however, was far from it, as many of the security officers stood further than a melee brawl would require. It was the few who found themselves placed near enough to nearby columns and blast doors that could provide cover, that really highlighted the threat of the pair. If something was to occur here it was more than likely to break out into a firefight that would surely provoke lethal consequences.
Before that could happen, however, one of the bouncers spoke, their voice hard and rough as they glared at the two, particularly the one who seemed to be a moment away from flipping his servo and mowing down anything in his way.
"Why are you here, Tyrod hasn't got any business with your people, tonight." The central bouncer asked, a mech almost as large as the duo with a black and orange theme that had earned him the name Cadmium.
Instead of the trigger-happy one answering, it was the other who did so, a mech in a solid one-coat jet black frame and armour with piercing blue optics that could stab a mech if he ever deemed it necessary to bring the full weight of his gaze upon someone.
"One of our former associates was spotted on this level, we believe they're within your premises, Sarune would request your owner's assistance in this manner."
"A pity, he isn't here then. Should have called ahead obviously."
"It was unnecessary, stand aside." The duo's speaker, Steelcore stated, his voice cold and unrelenting as he prepared to move forward past Cadmium.
"Wrong type of tone for this place, buddy. Now either you get permission or you're leaving all your gear here and we'll be happy to spread how you tried breaking the rules when we catch you carrying inside. Either that or you can go crawling back to your mistress, the glitch is probably done with her last toy, I heard she goes through them fast. If you last a little longer, you might even get into her good graces." The bouncer replied clearly not pleased, with Steelcore's attempt to pass him by as he stepped into the others way and glared back.
For a moment afterwards neither spoke, instead allowing silence to reign as the ones around them shifted awkwardly, all except for the other of Sarune's mechs, Dropskip who seemed to be almost excited now, his purple and indigo frame practically vibrating as he waited for his partner to speak.
"You insulted, my lady." Steelcore eventually stated, his optics now glaring as they stared upon the guardian of the club, who stood only a foot beneath him for all that height now allowed Steelcore to tower, his harsh blue orbs raging like an ocean unleashed as a storm of negative emotions flew just beneath the surface.
It was little surprise when the waves crashed upon the source of their ire.
With barely a second of thought and even less time to act, Steelcore reached out his servo wrapping around Cadmium's shocked helm a moment before thick digits squeezed. The sickening sound of metal bending unnaturally following, as reinforced armour buckled and crushed under the weight of his anger, only to be replaced by the squelch of bursting cooling-fluid and energon that now spurted from the dome, Sarune's guardian held. Between the gaps of his digits the dying light of a mech, unaware he was already died fought against his shock, as the dying body was released in its death throes. New spasms running through it as the unrecognisable remains of a helm and what had had once been a processor leaked out of the cracks in the head, while other pieces fell from beneath Steelcore's opening grasp.
"My lady requested your assistance, she shall be displeased with your denial. Consider it a mercy, you shall not be there to feel her displeasure." He said, uncaring of the screams behind him, nor the sudden movement of his colleague as Dropskip leapt forward screaming with frantic glee as internal components popped open creating a shifting mass of blades.
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Post by Baku on Aug 28, 2018 23:46:25 GMT
A slow clap came from the cloud as a decently sized mech of 27 ft stepped forward, his mask hiding a very sarcastic expression. His paintwork was of deep forest and leaf greens with some desert tan thrown in, the cockpit of a jet alternate form plain as day on his chest as his wings were folded back on his shoulders. His build was slender, however not skinny enough to simply snap like a stick.
"Bravo, bravo... Most amusing, albeit messy... Clean up on aisle two six four, courtesy of the purple bulk over here." The mech stated before shaking his head. "You do understand the concept of bribery in that cranium of yours, correct? I hear it's all the rage around this sector of space. You could've simply paid the man whatever your 'lady' could fetch up and he'd let you by to grab your quarry. But, no, you just had to make a mess of the area with his skull-juices... Just another manic Monday in this place, am I right? What's your name, bud?" He chuckled, keeping his optics on the large mech, not caring much for the one with the unsettling amount of blades.
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Post by Amphesiina on Oct 23, 2018 17:21:01 GMT
Sure it was fun and easy to lose yourself in the dance the more you moved to the rhythm, and by the way Tri-barrel spun her bulky frame around her dance partner there was truly no shortage of joy-- something still bothered her. The same sixth sense that had been drilling her helm the entire time she had escaped. Always someone watching... someone closing in on her no matter where she was and she just couldn't escape the feeling. Being out in the open like this was too risky. A sudden change in her step and she grabbed Circuitracer by the wrist and literally dragged her if she had to- past the back of the dancers and over to a line of booths where she could keep a steady lookout. There was a commotion upstairs that made her helm snap upwards with caution but- it was just a small skirmish. Tri-barrel attempted at remaining relatively calm and pleasant, but the smile was fading quickly. She had acted like this in every place Circuit tried to take her go. Anywhere in public or was always the same. At first she enjoyed it-- then something set her off. Like some sort of PTSD triggered emotions that shut her joy down. The femme scooted into the booth and finally let go of Circuit's hands. Her optics shifted to her dazzling partner and she had to over the music to be heard. "I-I'M SORRY- I JUST NEED A MINUTE TO CATCH A BREAK."
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Post by sarune on Oct 24, 2018 20:09:58 GMT
In his time as an enforcer, Steelcore had heard many insults thrown his way, a result of his more brutal methods and the type of jobs he was often assigned to. After the hundredth time then, they blurred together becoming only nonsensical words that carried little weight past the way they would be considered for future retribution. It was important after all not to allow every insult slung his way to affect the mission, although ensuring they were later paid for was more than reasonable. Such was why despite his execution of the guards, most events did not result in such bloodbaths.
That at least could not be said for Dropskip. A whirlwind of violence, the mech's frame vibrated as shifting blades and spinning steel flew in every direction that seemed only barely related to the mindless sound of laughter as steel met steel. The first of many times which was when a blade slid in between one mech's abdomen plating, coming from beneath at an angle that seemed almost unreasonable until the moment it was skimming the slats in the armour before cutting deep and piercing numerous vitals in the process. A lethal strike that for most mechs would have required their entire attention but seemed almost an afterthought for the weapon given form as in the same movement another blade lodged itself in one mech's throat before dragging them into the way of a hastily made shot.
The rest of the fight didn't last much longer after that as one by one the bouncers found themselves ripped to shreds with a single-minded drive that their growing fear and desperation couldn't match. Not that Steelcore had expected anything else when he'd unleashed the other mech.
The short practice had done the job of calming, Dropskip, at least for a moment as the mech came to a stop, three blades still spinning as they slowly carved their way through the corpse of the one mech who'd attempted to throw a grenade into the scenario, not that it had done much good for him. It was at least a positive, Dropskip didn't seem interested in tasting his kills this time, perhaps in acknowledgement of the other mech in their presence.
An interesting if foolish mech, considering his response to an outright massacre was to begin insulting the aggressors. It was either a sign of an overconfident mech or one who had reason to trust in his own skills, although considering Steelcore couldn't recognise the mech he couldn't say which one it was. A pain since the only reasonable response then was to approach with at least some caution.
"It would appear you have lost your way, friend. I would suggest you move on, our business does not concern you and it is not the type to be interrupted without retaliation. Consider this a final warning while I remain in a... reasonable mood." He said, already cleaning out the energon that still dripped from his digits.
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With her focus on the dance, Circuitracer ignored the commotion above, just another patron lost in the beats of music that muffled the chaos to most of those below. Which was why when Tri-Barrel suddenly grabbed her, the smaller femme almost faceplanted, her yell of panic momentarily forgotten as she tried to recover when she was dragged away by her friend. A sadly more common than usual occurrence and one that had made convincing her friend to go somewhere like here difficult. It was a sad reality in that regard, Circuitracer could even say she had some experience with helping her friend through more than one panic attack. Enough that rather than fight her, instead, she allowed Tri-Barrel to take the lead accepting her friend knew at least where they could go for some safety which inevitably led them to an out of the way booth.
At least on the positive, the seats were comfy, as Circuit sat down choosing to sit aside Tri rather than facing her as she reached forward to place a servo on her shoulder, an acknowledgement she was here to help without being as smothering as a hug.
"Shhhh, you're fine. I told you before we came here we'd go at your pace, I'm sorry if I threw you into the deepend. You were doing good though, you were awesome out there, much better than all our boring workmates, why I bet Stingcade would have already fallen asleep if he came and their's no way Dingo wouldn't have growled at every mech within feet of us... you're getting there Tri."
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Post by Baku on Oct 24, 2018 23:55:17 GMT
The mech didn't even flinch at seeing the guard cut to bits inside of Dropskip. Given the places he'd been to, he'd seen much worse than someone being chopped to bits shredder-style, though what that was he couldn't exactly place his digit on in the moment. He kept his optics on both of them now, knowing not to let either out of his sight. From what he could tell, one was a brute with approval issues, the other a sadistic, trigger-happy mess of blades and laughing... Yeah, not the type he'd invite over for energon any time soon.
"I asked your name, sir. I'd figure one with as much purpose as you seem to have would be at least polite enough to provide it." He told the bulkier mech as he kept his servos quietly ready near his own flanks. "Now, friend, if the one you're looking for is a former associate, from what I managed to hear, there's probably a pretty good reason as to why... If you'd went about trying to get at them peacefully, I'd consider you one of the better blokes to be around, but since you didn't, I'd have to agree with the dead guy and say you shouldn't go in..."
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Post by sarune on Nov 9, 2018 21:43:11 GMT
Listening to the mech as he spoke, Steelcore flicked the last clumps of energon from his digits, leaving them not perfectly clean but certainly better than they had been before as he brought them up to eye level to assess. An easy excuse for the thoughtful look in his optics, a result of the plans running through his processor rather than any consideration for his digits. After all, at this point such appendments where well used to such a bathing as he rubbed the last dots together between his forefinger and thumb, which was serving as a nice distraction from the droning voice ahead of him.
One which had gone on long enough, certainly more than it deserved considering who he was talking too. It would be inappropriate after all to let one mech keep their voicebox for such remarks when another had been dealt with permanently, even if the target of both insults had been for entirely different people. The Pirate Queen may have been more important in reality but Steelcore wasn't a fan of someone criticising his methods either.
Thankfully he had a willing servant for such a task and as for the cleanup, what was one more corpse among the piles. The mech's assertion, that Steelcore shouldn't enter the nightclub was really just the final nail in the coffin.
With a click of Steelcore's digits, Dropskip leapt, one of his back-blades carrying a shard of his final victim's shoulder as it then flung over his head like a scorpion tail striking with its stinger. A mere distraction for the whirlwind of blades that charged at its future target.
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