OPEN | heck

[wreckers]

Who: Verity and YOU
Where: The crater
When: shruggles
What: Verity sees Cybertron in person for the first time and is not impressed.
Warnings: TBD??

[ One last bullet in the chamber. Had she been any more poetic Verity would call herself the gun in this analogy, now locked and loaded. Ironfist perhaps never intended nor even anticipated for Verity to ever touchdown on Cybertron. Even after exhausting the precious little time left before his number came up to upgrade her suit and entrust her with the backup Aequitas neither of them particularly wanted this one last shot to fire. Neither did she, but when you wake up on a dead planet next to a smoking crater you don't question why. You're just glad you kept the suit. ]

What a shithole.

[ And this was coming from someone who used to hitchhike and pickpocket her way through Phoenix, Arizona. Maybe living in deep space for nearly over two years with a pack of natives given to wax poetic about how great Cybertron used to be she expected something less...desolate. Ghost town didn't even do it justice. Part of her almost felt the same pang of longing she saw behind the eyes of the Wreckers whenever they talked about this place as she kicked a rock into the yawning mouth of the crater.

This place must have really been something. ]

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[phase6kindofbot]

[There's a low, sleepy rumble from not too far away, a rumble that sends the scrap metal piles rattling. Should Verity turn and look, she will find herself face to face with a terrifyingly familiar and very huge murderous space robot dog.]

I didn't miss it.

[The massive canine mech lazily tilts his head, peering down at the tiny... Earther? Human? Didn't smell Cybertronian or mechanoid for that matter, appearances aside. In fact, the scent of this creature was... actually cataloged in his databanks for some reason.]

Have we met?

[imatruck]

[Too late for Grimlock to get any habits better than punching or his current hobby: scrounging. But what else does one do in an garbagehole other than wait for backup? The only good thing is that Grim doesn't take much to entertain.

But even someone busy in the digging into trash hobby has time to catch suspiciously human-looking things saying suspiciously-human things.

The green dinobot slides down a garbage pile in an undignified whump.]

Hey, you're not Cybertonian!

[No way.]

[lethalimpact]

[Megatron told him about these creatures--humans as he called them. Smaller life forms that were squishier than the average Cybertronian. Although they were praised for being just as resilient and driven. Maybe he tuned out a bit at that part, but he'd given a good few minutes to the convo. That has to count for something.

But this is him seeing one for the first time. And....well, they certainly were as Megatron described them.]

Yeah, you're no prize yourself.

[Hi Verity, remember King Asshole? He hasn't changed much, really. Except for being two handed and having hazard tape.]