Flashback - Bar Hoppng Adventures - Closed

[grimlock]

[Cybertron, Kalis - Early War]

The Autobot tank had to duck his head as he entered the closest bar he could find with a ceiling high enough to accommodate him. Grimlock had only just recently entered the ranks of the Autobots after serving as a mercenary for quite some time. He had originally been neutral when the war first started, but began working for the Autobots when his friend Swoop joined up. After that he had simply tagged along with his friend and was big and strong enough to make others think twice about turning the future Dynobot away. Now even though the insignia on his torso was still somewhat new the bruiser had a reputation.

The lumbering giant carefully made his way to a spot that could handle his size, paying attention to those in his path. He had stepped on a two-wheeler once before, and punted a few scouts while running. It was his belief that if they were dumb enough to get stepped on then it was their fault, but that wasn't how everyone else felt about it. From what he heard about The Wreckers, they sounded like a fun group of bots to fight with. If they'd take Swoop, he'd be happy to join their ranks.

Now that he was situated he could finally take the place in. A number of vidscreens were littered around the bar making it easy to spot one no matter where you were. Some were showing updates on the war while others had on different programming. It was a busy night with the wait staff and bartenders being kept busy. They would probably make a killing in tips assuming the Decepticon air force didn't show up and bomb it to the ground. The fact that there was no fighting ring was something the ex-gladiator was still getting used to. The days of fighting for free drinks was a thing of the past, and it was sorely missed. As much as he enjoyed fighting, he preferred combat in the ring than waging war.

[bulkhead]

"No no no, you've got it all wrong!" It was early in the off-shift for it but Bulkhead was already four cubes in, with his volume raising exponential to each cube of high grade that went into his tanks. "They're gonna... um... frag, what the scrap was I saying?"

Breakdown busted up laughing. Bulkhead scowled, waving the other mech rudely off, high grade sloshing over his servos as he gestured with cube in hand. "Aw, shut it! You know what I mean, yeah? Sure, go find some new mesh, how many times've we heard that one before? But frag, Springer wants a full roster? When's the last time we had that?" He flung up a hand to forestall an answer. "No, I'll tell ya when - NEVER!" Bulkhead leaned across the table, drawing the word glyph out in long, static streaked syllables. "NE-VER. Not once, not since I've been here. You? No? Didn't think so."

Venting, Bulkhead leaned back, draining the cube in his hand and tossing it, empty, onto the table top. "You ask me, they're makin' a new squad. Twice the Wreckers, twice the fun, right?"


ooc - omgoodness, sorry for the late late reply! let's get this party started! ^_^

[breakdown]

"You're full of slag, you don't know that," Breakdown said laughing, automatically kicking off for the night one of their great drinking traditions: calling him out without meaning it, because Bulkhead was a hilarious guy, and his ideas were the BEST.

Good thing it was automatic, too, because right behind him, a bunch of city types at the bar were talking about the war. Breakdown kept getting sucked in to bits of it, whatever he could catch when someone said "Con", drowned out by the bar noise and Bulkhead rambling in his audial something that sounded like no, it TOTALLY made sense.

"You're totally sloshed," he said, sending Bulkhead into fits of laughter because okay, point, Breakdown WAS just as fragged up, but didn't mean he couldn't still take Bulk. "Give me that." He grabbed at Bulk's new cube, trying to goad him into another traditional drinking game: keep away. He did get his hands on it, but then twisting in his chair to evade a blow from Bulkhead's elbow which wasn't honestly much of a weapon, he let Bulk have it back, letting go and snickering when he wasn't ready and spilled half of it.

"Look at us, they couldn't put up with two squads," Breakdown said, shaking his head and grinning at the mess and all the knocked over cubes, and they were just getting started on the night. "Probably just replacin' us."

[OOC: Up to you, Grimlock and Bulkhead (and Knock Out?), how you want to take the posting order from here on out!]

[grimlock]

Grimlock listened to the chatter going around the bar. There was a lot of talk going around, but most of it pertaining to the war. Somewhere through all the noise his audio receptors picked up on the two Wrecker's conversation. If what was being said was true, then he was possibly interested in getting a bit more information. The Wreckers sounded like his kind of unit, but not if they wouldn't take Swoop. There were some teams that shouldn't be broken up, and he wasn't about to join a unit that would split him from his partner.

The behemoth of an Autobot rose from his seat and trudged over toward Bulkhead and Breakdown. The two looked like pretty big bots by normal standards, but normal standards weren't Grimlock's standards. "You two Wreckers?" he asked as he loomed over the pair. "I thought you guys were supposed to be taller. I heard you two talking about filling a roster. I might know a couple of bots willing to volunteer. That is, assuming you are as good as your reputation. You tell me a bit more about your unit, and I'll buy the next round of drinks."

[bulkhead]

Bulkhead cycled his optics - and then did it again, because Primus, he wasn't used to having to crane his neck back to get a look at a mech, even when he was sitting down. "Hey," he managed, but that didn't seem to be quite enough so he did it again. "Hey, yeah... uh... sure! Pull up a chair, or whatever, y'know." Grinning, he leaned over to punch Breakdown in the shoulder... overbalanced, and ended up shoving the other mech more than punching him, the laughter bubbling up through his tanks.

"Yeah, sure!" he repeated, righting himself with the help of a none-too-gentle shove from Breakdown. "Wreckers, yeah, that's us. I'm Bulkhead, blue lug here is Breakdown."

[breakdown]

"Sit down!" Breakdown tossed in over Bulkhead's rambling, then shoved him back and then some so he could get a good look at the new guy from across the table. Not that it was hard, with the size of him. HE would fit in even if his friends didn't. And if he WANTED to join up, then they could wrap up the business and just get well and truly wrecked one more time. Specially if this guy was buying. "So what do you wanna know? You heard of us and you still want in?"

[Deleted]

Knock Out's plating finally relaxed as he came off the shuttle back onto Level 5. He overrode the last of the tension in his tension lines and quickly lost himself in the crowd.

Nothing. Well. Success, then.

Primus, he would be glad when this was over. Perhaps they would just be trading one side of the battlefield for the other, but at least he could drop the (hah!) deception.

Another three streets and Knock Out was certain he'd not been followed. He pinged Breakdown for his coordinates and turned toward them, venting a sigh. A bar. Of course. Was he expecting anything else? Probably not....

And not, he saw when he got there, even a GOOD bar. Honestly....

Breakdown's voice boomed out from a corner as Knock Out stepped into the...establishment. He couldn't immediately see WHERE from, though. Fragging military bars. Filled with huge warframes that looked at him like he was something to mess with. At least until they saw the Wrecker emblems on his pauldrons.

Knock Out vented a huff as he resisted the urge to throw an elbow into the kneejoint of a frontliner who was disinclined to move his legs from Knock Out's path. Knock Out made sure to kick them (and apologize profusely, of course) on his way past. ::Breakdown, where the frag are....THERE you are. Fragging hell, who is THAT?::

"THAT" was one of the larger mecha that Knock Out had seen. Not Titan class, but one of the X-series Archos, at least.

And he was blocking most of the table. Of course.

Knock Out sidled around the Archos' legs to slide into the booth next to Breakdown and steal his drink. Idiot appeared to have had quite enough already, and if anyone in this bar deserved a stiff drink, Knock Out did. He downed the rest of the cube and had to vent, hard, for a long moment. "Fragging Pit, what are you DRINKING, degreaser?"