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[phase6kindofbot]

Who: Sixshot and YOU.
Where: Somewhere in the city!
When: Some… time.
What: Talk to doggy! Pet the doggy! Annoy the living heck out of the doggy!
Warnings: Standard potential violence warning because Phase Sixer.



Sixshot never stayed in one place for too long. There were places he would visit often, like the Decepticon base and the Autobot clinic, but he never lingered for longer than a day.

Sometimes he dug; there were various Sixer-sized holes around the barren city now. His olfactory sensors helped with homing in on various useful equipment and he left them where either Spinister, Tarn or First Aid would find them.

More often than not, he wandered. There were massive spaces underground, caverns left by destroyed metros, the dead roots of collapsed skyscrapers. Unstable death traps to most other mechs, but quiet places for one who could withstand half a world falling upon him.

There was a hole over this particular section of what appeared to have once been an underground mall. The sound of running water echoed through the darkness and Sixshot could see the sparkling spray as he got closer to the shaft of light.

A waterfall? A very small one, but it certainly looked like a waterfall.

Sixshot slows to a stop under the collapsed ceiling. The water disappeared into a pile of rubble for the most part and plants were scattered here and there and up around the edges of the hole.

Stepping up onto the pile, the Sixer sticks his massive head out of the hole in the ground. Where does this pop up into?

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[crabcake]

As Sixshot's head pops out of the ground, a monstrous claw swooshes through the air towards his neck. Really, it's not so monstrous in comparison to Sixhot's over-sized wolf form, but it is still quite large.

Yes, hi Sixshot. This is how your new friend says 'hello'.

It's what you get for acting like a whack-a-mole.

[phase6kindofbot]

CLONK

"YIPE!"

Sixshot disappears back into the darkness for a few seconds, the sound of rubble and massive paws rising up from the darkness underneath.

Then he re-emerges a second later, leaping out with the full intention of tackling Rampage.

[crabcake]

Rampage reaches out to meet the tackle with both claws, his many legs digging into the ground as he grabs for Sixshot's front paws. The whole exchanged is underlaid by raucous laughter, because apparently being attacked by one of the most powerful Decepticons ever produced is a thoroughly hilarious matter.

[phase6kindofbot]

His paws are grabbed! It doesn't really stop Sixshot from using his plentiful, high density mass to shove at the crab though.

"Afthead!" the Sixer growls, trying to slam his shoulder under Rampage and flip him over.

[system_dp]

Sixshot isn't the only one who is poking about in the ruins and just generally bumming around. Miria has also taken to just wandering, of course unlike the Cybertronian she has no clue what anything she may find could be used for. And hey, she happens to be looking around the same area that Sixshot's head is popping out of.

So coming up behind him, Miria is just going to reach out and...

Pat the big robot dog head.

[phase6kindofbot]

Fortunately for Miria, Sixshot doesn’t really have the survival reflexes that would have most Decepticons flipping around and shooting at her. It’s part of the whole indestructible dealio; when there wasn’t much that could hurt you, you just didn’t need to be too wary all the time.

Also, having a Phase Sixer who startled easily wasn’t in the best interest of anyone involved in his repairs and upkeep.

The gentle pat draws a rumbly, inquisitive noise from Sixshot as he turns head head to peer at her.

“Huh. Haven’t seen you in a while.”

[system_dp]

Thank goodness for that, as she looks like hell and she's been shifting energy from her weapons systems to keep herself functioning. That and it looks like Glitchmice may be nesting in her hair.

"This Unit has been keeping to itself," she replies in her usual monotone. She still has her hand out as if to pet Sixshot too, but she slowly pulls it away.

"This Unit has also not seen," a pause, she's recalling if Sixshot ever gave her his name. He hasn't. "The canine Cybertronian in a while as well."

[phase6kindofbot]

"Sixshot," he offers, watching her pull away with a mildly curious expression. And then bluntly adds, "You stink."

And because politeness isn't a thing, the Sixer is kind of bluntly staring at the glitchmouse nest in that weird head fur of hers. Even before Spinister set up the shower, Sixshot had never gotten bad enough that he'd ended up with actual pests on him.

[aminerproblem]

Megatron takes a startled few steps back as a huge muzzle suddenly bursts out the concrete. Sixshot had caught him at a very opportune time - faced with the prospect of once again needing to set aside his own personal wishes, at least for a while, the young would-be insurgent was feeling gloomy and almost listless.

When his decisions had been more realized, and he began to actually consult and train with his older self, he didn't find any particular happiness that came with it. Leaving the clinic would ultimately be an obligation. Even if he'd convinced himself it was necessary, it was hard to find himself looking forward to the prospect.

So this curiosity was a welcome distraction, and he steps forward towards the phase sixer's head,"Who are you?"

[phase6kindofbot]

Megatron’s voice makes Sixshot chomp his teeth in something like vague irritation. At least up until he actually realizes what was being asked.

And how Megatron looked rather different from the last time he’d seen him now that he turns his head to look. Younger. The scent earthier and deeper than what the Sixer was used to.

He stares for a long moment, too startled to answer, but he eventually he manages a somewhat wary, “... Sixshot.”

He'd ask who Megatron was, but every Decepticon alive knew who Megatron was, even one from an earlier timeline like this one.

[aminerproblem]

"Megatron," he replies in kind, not making the assumption that this bot knew who he was.

He gets a little closer after Sixshot replies, supposing it would probably be a bad idea to actually touch him or go too far in his personal space.

Still, he does try to get a good look into the hole the head popped out of.

"Are you stuck in here?"

[phase6kindofbot]

"I am not." Sixshot settles down on his haunches, something like amusement on his canine face at the expression of concern. He doesn't seem all too bothered that he was having a conversation with someone while sitting in a giant pit. "I wouldn't recommend coming down here though. It's rather unstable. Stuffy too."

Tilting his head, the big mech peers at Megatron in silence for a moment before asking, "... So, no one warned you about me?"

Locked to Pharma (back dated to a bit after First Aid’s amputation)

[phase6kindofbot]

It was hard to track a flier down. Any trail they left behind was swept away and lost in the atmosphere. It was somewhat vexing when he caught the scent lingering on Tarn or around streets and buildings.

Today however, it seems he’s gotten rather lucky.

Unfortunately for Pharma, it’s rather the opposite as he suddenly has a giant Phase Sixer in jet mode blasting after him at top speed.

[pharma]

Pharma isn't stupid. He's well aware that attacking First Aid was an awful idea, one that wasn't even worth it in the end. And so, he'd been laying low, sticking to the streets and hiding under the rubble that was so plentiful in this ruined city. A shameful and awful existence, but one that would keep him safe for just a bit longer.

Of course, the one day that he actually needs to starting flying is the day someone starts coming after him. Pharma curses and dives down, trying to weave his way through buildings in hopes of shaking his tail.

[phase6kindofbot]

Sixshot doesn't have the same maneuverability, but then, he didn't really need to maneuver around the buildings.

There's a thunderous explosion as the Phase Sixer just straight up flies through a building. He emerges from the other side, streaming dust and debris, and just a little closer.

[pharma]

Well, scrap. Whoever this is, they're determined. Of course, the distraction of someone busting through a freaking building in order to get to Pharma distracts the medic, and he clips his wing on the side of a building. He yelps as he careens to the ground, shifting to his robot mode as soon as the dust starts to settle.

Once he can push himself up, he tries to use the debris to his advantage, ducking underneath a pile nearby and hoping it's enough to get whoever this is off of his back.

[villagepup]

The first thing the much larger dog will notice is a noticeably smaller one. Human-ish in size, but still tiny compared to the average cybertronian. The wolf bot rears back in surprise, bracing himself for whatever may lunge out of the hole, but...he does relax enough to curiously look back at the larger canine, tilting his head. He has yet to meet any other canines while on this planet, so after that initial, jump, Koh's relaxed enough to stare silently.

Don't mind him; he's just intrigued.

[phase6kindofbot]

Human sized next to Sixshot's alt form was about the height of one of his claws. The Phase Sixer doesn't initially notice the little robot at all- not until he catches the scent of the stranger.

Turning his head, the Phase Sixer peers curiously back at the smaller canine in return.

[villagepup]

Okay, so maybe he's a little bigger than Koh expected, but hey, dog is dog. You can't really go wrong with dog.

The smaller canine's scent doesn't reveal much besides someone's been rolling around in the ground or lot. Or maybe busying himself with the plant life a lot. Either way, he approaches the larger canine after a moment of staring.

"I am Koh."

[fuckinstoplights]

It's almost as if he has some weird sixth sense. Like, something drawing him over to where the big bot is. Because while he certainly didn't go looking for Sixshot, the sudden appearance of a canine-like head attracts attention. He was just trying to find a place to roost, no bird puns intended.

And then BAM.

There was a dog there.

The massive head just a few feet from the little niche he'd holed himself up into.

[phase6kindofbot]

That.

Was a familiar scent.

Sixshot turns his head and peers up at Kagerou.

"... Hello?"

[fuckinstoplights]

"... Hello."

He relaxes a bit when he hears the voice. That just confirms what he thought -- as if there could really be another giant dog bot around.

"Are you stuck?"

For First Aid

[phase6kindofbot]

There's a spot Sixshot found, not too far away from the clinic. It was on top of a short, stocky, square building that had once been crammed between other buildings of the like, but the neighboring ones had long been demolished. The surround debris created a ramp of sorts, right up to the top- and the clinic was still in sight but far enough away that he could generally avoid possible, uncomfortable confrontations with Ratchet.

Most days, at the end of his daily wandering, Sixshot comes and waits there for a few hours. Sometimes his brings supplies he'd found in his digging, and if First Aid didn't show up, he would leave them behind the roof access door for the medic to find later.

Today, he's waiting with a little box between his front legs, drowsing off under the alien starlight.

[lifepersists]

It's funny how this friendship -- could he call it friendship? -- had really started to bloom. Sixshot always seemed to leave him something new, be it supplies or assorted gifts, and in return First Aid tried to press on whatever supplies that they could spare and what Red Alert and Ratchet wouldn't notice was missing. He... wasn't entirely settled on what the Phase Sixer's intentions were, since trust did not come easy to First Aid in the wake of the still-fresh memories of Delphi's destruction and Pharma's betrayal, but it was...

He wasn't sure how he felt or how to describe it.

His brush with Pharma had left him at edge since then, wary of leaving the clinic. It's an odd feeling-- feeling so unsafe, right outside where he lives, when the face of battlegrounds and corpses and plague victims never rattled him. He pulls cloth over his head, shrouding himself and the stump of his shoulder as he heads out towards the building Sixshot usually perches, moving quickly so he doesn't spend too much time in the streets.

[phase6kindofbot]

By now, Sixshot was used to First Aid's furtiveness. He didn't question it the first time he saw the medic walk up to the building, shrouded in cloth, and he wasn't about to start now. Between Tarn and Pharma, the Sixer has a vague idea of why First Aid would be so cautious.

Still, it stirs up something like protectiveness in his spark and the six-former finds himself grinding shallow furrows into the rooftop with his claws while waiting. The building's vantage point was another reason he'd chosen it, but the vast view of generally empty streets and lack of any signs of threat did little to mollify him.

Sixshot only relaxes the moment First Aid comes into his immediate reach, shifting slightly to give the small mech room to sit against his side.

"I found a box of energon sweets," he announces once First Aid was in hearing range.