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. ]

Comments

[wreckers]

You're telling me.

[ Granted, she was never incarcerated but Garrus-9 was a shit show even before the break outs. ]

It probably has something to do with me being a Wrecker.

[ That was almost a hint of pride in that. Verity was perfectly happy to boast, but she also didn't expect to end up back on the front lines like this. ]

[imatruck]

Yeah, I just told you.

[Sharp as ever, Grimlock.]

...a Wrecker? That a new faction or somethin'? You get a cool symbol?

[wreckers]

[ Holy. Shit. ]

For an Autobot you don't know a lot

[imatruck]

Don't blame me!

[Pout.]

I was in prison forever.

[wreckers]

For what?

[ It's a fair question. Impactor was also an Autobot but Impactor was an asshole. ]

[imatruck]

Guess I broke some stuff.

[Like massive property damage but details.]

But I didn't mean it!

[wreckers]

[ Verity was now only half-listening when the readings came back that this planet had, for whatever reason, a breathable atmosphere and settled to take off her helmet. There was a low hiss as air escaped the hermetically sealed enviro-suit. When she spoke her again her voice was clearer and not coming out through a speaker. ]

Oh, good to know Autobot justice is still bullshit as usual.

[imatruck]

[Aaaahh there's the human part. Swear, it was like she was half-Cybertronian. But no way any human could ever be that.]

Yeah it is kinda dumb...but I unno, I get to punch some Decepticons so it's all good!

[wreckers]

Punch.

[ A wonder prison didn't stamp out that starry-eyed mindset. Verity reaches out and pats Grimlock's massive flank with impunity. ]

You're cute, I'll give you that.

[imatruck]

[It takes a lot to crush Grimlock's spirit. However, her comment doesn't stop him from bowing his head all flustered. He'd blush if he could.]

Hehe, you're just a big sweet talker, ain't ya?

[wreckers]

The biggest. [ Lies. ] And they locked you up?

[ Verity had a good read on people. Something didn't sit right - she would not being idling patting this giant noggin if she felt he was a hardened criminal. ]

I have to tell you. About two years in space with every moral gradient represented with the rag tag bunch I hitch a ride with gave me a pretty good grasp on how much of a bastard you can be in the Autobots and still avoid serving your nickel.

I'm thinking you got screwed somewhere along the way.

[imatruck]

Yeah...

[He rubs the back of his neck, shifting a little awkward. This is gonna be hard to explain.]

Well about that...I may...well I uhhhh wasn't always an Autobot.

[wreckers]

Hey, neither was I.

[ Verity, that's completely different. ]

[imatruck]

You was a Decepticon too?

[Grim...]

[wreckers]

No, I wasn't tall enough.

[ Grim. ]

[imatruck]

So then what were you?