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[staygoldponybot]

Who: EVERYONE'S FAVOURITE PRIME [looks at smudged writing on hand] sandal pineapple
What: robohoboventures, the robot adventures of the hobo robot
Where: city + crater
When: grunts
Warnings: uhhh mild mention of robot spaghetti. sentinel. just sentinel being a miserable fuck in general



a. (backdated to just after idw op's return and after the first rehab session) city.

Sentinel's not entirely sure why he went back to where he'd fought Megatron. He'd tried to rationalise it to himself by saying he wants to see if he can find any misc pieces of... himself that hadn't been grabbed. Maybe part of him had hope that his T-Cog would be there, even though he knows, realistically, there's no way that it would be.

Gruesome though it may be, the giant mech doesn't react when he comes across the dark purple stain on the ground and across the closest wall, expression remaining flat and disinterested (as usual). It doesn't take long to look through the room for any thing that might be of use - just like how he used to do sweeps for any evidence left after a Senate ordered 'clean up.' Nothing, save for a few spent shells. Sentinel's really not sure what he expected.

As he walks out, he happens to look up and catch sight of a beam that could've changed the outcome of the fight if he'd even bothered to look before blindly attacking. Sentinel vents heavily, strides out of danger range... then blasts it six times with his remaining wrist guns. It didn't make him feel any better, bringing it down, but no-one else will be getting in there without a good amount of effort. Stupid fragging miner.

b. crater.

Why would he go to the crater? Why would anyone go to the crater? The point was, no-one did.

One of the few things Sentinel has found he enjoys in this god damned horrible shitworld is the echoing of the occasional rock falling off the side of the crater. He'd never admit it to anyone, of course. He's supposed to be a joyless prick of a robot, not bowling rocks and watching them bounce down to the bottom and almost smiling at the loud clattering. It's the little things, he supposes. Better to throw things around than do what he actually wants to.

Making a racket and smashing stuff probably isn't the best idea but on some level he misses being able to mindlessly destroy things.

Sentinel never claimed to be a particularly deep Cybertronian.

c. CUT THE BRAKES, WILDCARD

HMU if u want a specific starter, i'm down for just about anything!!

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FOR SHITSCRAM (get ur holy water folks)

[staygoldponybot]

Uuugh, of course he'd walk into Starscream again. Quite literally. Why is everyone here so tiny and annoying?

Sentinel vents heavily, making a show of turning around and making sure Starscream isn't too damaged. Pretending to give a shit sucks balls.

[starscheme]

He's not really too visibly damaged, but he is pretty furious looking. He clonked his head against Sentinel's stupid golden armor pretty hard, and that's probably the worst of it: Starscream's optics are pretty much flashing and he has his huge hands over his face while he swears profusely, trembling wings raised over his head.

He peers through his fingers to identify the culprit and wow of course it's this douche bag. "Are you blind or something?" he snaps.

[staygoldponybot]

Sentinel watches Starscream recovers, feeling an odd sort of satisfaction. Of course he would, despite being a supposed bastion of justice he always did have a vicious sadistic streak.

Truthfully, after being punched in the face by Optimus, his vision was lacking in one optic, but that's not the reason why he walked into Starscream.

"I could ask the same of you. I've always been told I'm hard to miss."

Ignoring the fact he probably went out of his walk to clock Starscream but y'know.

[starscheme]

"I was distracted," Starscream snaps defensively. "And positioned where I thought-" he lashes out and backhands Sentinel across the waist with his claws- "I would be safe from clumsy Autobots!"

[staygoldponybot]

He raises an optical ridge at the backhand. Seriously?

"I'm honestly amazed you're still online."

[starscheme]

"And I'm sure you won't be surprised at all to hear that you have no idea how often people tell me that," Starscream growls. He kind of seems like he's maybe making a weirdly delivered joke, but, who can tell, with that furious scowl on his face.

"My talents are numerous, but above all else I excel at surviving. You don't get to be Megatron's second in command without being able to take a few hits, or dodge a few bullets" he says, examining his claws with mock thoughtfulness and then glancing sideways to keep giving Sentinel the stink-eye.

[staygoldponybot]

"Not at all. You're like a brittle little twig."

Sentinel leans down, fondly recalling how much Starscream had flipped his shit the first time he'd done it previously and taps him lightly on the chest, "Just waiting to be snapped."

[starscheme]

(INTERNAL SCREAMING)

Well at least Sentinel didn't touch his face this time. That'd honestly been worse, but this exceeds even that due to being coupled with that creepy goddamn statement.

Starscream less violently, but still firmly, shoves Sentinel's hand aside, bristling, teeth bared. "Strike two. Touch me again and I'll be forced to take that hand," he hisses.

[staygoldponybot]

Of course it was creepy, Sentinel's not exactly trying to be a friend, here. He's glad it had the effect he'd intended.

Lose his hand? Please, he's already lost one here before. While it's tempting to knock Starscream over or grab him by the leg and dangle him upside down for his lunch money, he does have those missiles. Sentinel instead opts to flick him, again on the chest. Right on that shitty Decepticon brand.

[starscheme]

Forget the hand, Starscream's going right for this pisslord's optics. If Sentinel's lucky he'll have the foresight to put his battle mask up before the seeker implodes and lashes up at his face, talons extended. Starscream doesn't even yell, or make a single sound, he just flies right into retaliatory maiming.

[staygoldponybot]

He's quick enough to move his stupid head so the claws miss his optics and instead gouge right along his face. Amazing, fantastic. Thanks buddy. It doesn't take little beads of energon to appear.

It doesn't deter him, however. He's still intent on ruining Starscream's day.

"I believe we've already had a discussion about self defence..." he growls. Threatening? Hopefully.

[starscheme]

"Yes," he hisses. "We have, which is why I just demonstrated the principle just now."

[staygoldponybot]

"I suppose one of us will have to be the bigger mech and not break the other, smaller one in half."

He sighs and shrugs. OH LIFE IS SO HARD.

A.

[lethalimpact]

Impactor didn't have much time to adjust to anything when he'd arrived. He'd stumbled into the first building he'd seen, and Megatron had found him from there. There were a ton of bots he didn't know, others he barely recognized, but then there's the asshole blowing apart a beam. He's not really opposing of destruction, but it was more of who it was.

There's a soft grunt as he walks up, yellow eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Sentinel Prime."

His tone is reminiscent of when you discover you stepped on a gross bug. That you can't get off.

[staygoldponybot]

Ah, exactly who Sentinel wanted to see. Another nondescript miner intent on beating his ass into the dirt. He vents a heavy sigh.

"I'm not interested in fighting."

He doesn't care if Impactor is going to attack him regardless. The only thing Sentinel cares about right now is protecting himself.

[lethalimpact]

"You?"

Now that gets a laugh out of him as he stops in his tracks a moment. "Not sure if you're just trying to be funny, after all the damn stuff you did."

HAHAH but no seriously now.

"I ought to just kill you."

[staygoldponybot]

Oh, Impactor. You mean so little to him if Sentinel thinks too hard about your existence he might just literally pass out.

"Okay then," he shrugs.

[lethalimpact]

You might perk up a bit with a drill in your face just saying kiss kiss.

...

Ugh, wow. Way to take the fun out of it full force.

"Not very...Prime of you."

[staygoldponybot]

Sentinel just raises a robot eyebrow. Man he so doesn't have the patience to deal with souped up asswipes right now

"And fighting a random miner in an alley would be?"

Mmm hypocrisy

[lethalimpact]

Then how do you deal with yourself every day, Sentinel OHHHHHHH


"Funny. So what's eating you, then? Unless your target practice is more off than I expected."

Not that he cares, but he figured if something's eating at the Prime, he should know about it.

[staygoldponybot]

VERY EASILY

"Nothing," he grunts, "I have interest in indulging you. Shoo."

[lethalimpact]

"Make me."

Impactor, your life choices have always been questionable, but this certainly isn't one of them that many people would argue against.

[staygoldponybot]

Really. Really? Sentinel puts a hand on his face, leaning his head back and sighing heavily.

"There's a drill convention on the other side of the city."

[lethalimpact]

YOU'RE REALLY HARSHING HIS BUZZ HERE, SENTINEL.

...The drill retreats back into his hand as he flops down beside Sentinel, no longer seeing him (for now and ever) as a threat. There's a low grunt.

"Lucky me. I'm practically prancing."

[staygoldponybot]

Don't worry they'll probably have a chance to pound each other. Into the ground. Angry.

He doesn't move when Impactor sits down. Not so much he's okay with the miner being next to him, but more he doesn't want to be the one who moves. Staying still like a statue, it's one of his talents. He rolls his optics, not wanting to shoot back.