sometimes i go out by myself and i look across the water

[planate]

Who: pipes and.... you?!?!?!?!?
Where: around the city
When: haha um
What: pipes is being a bit of a busybody and seeking out those he's spoken to before but hasn't seen for a while along with generally just exploring
Warnings: none tho will update with any if needed. i'll also match styles if u wanna do action spam instead of prose



Wandering around, Pipes couldn't help but frown at some of the buildings that had seen the worst of this Cybertron's war. It's incredibly eerie, especially having made the stunningly good decision to go on his own - he was so eager to explore he didn't really think ahead in terms of possible danger on a deserted planet - but that doesn't stop him. The Mighty and Impulsive Pipes can deal with anything he comes across! He doesn't wander too far from wherever the current inhabitants of the city are holed up, painfully aware of comms being down and dangerous Decepticons around so he shouldn't be too hard to run across; generally exploring the big, obvious buildings first hoping to find something useful or interesting.

Maybe he'll drop by the known settlements, like the medibay to see how people are doing. Maybe if he sees someone out in the street or scavenging, he'll call out to them, just a "Hey! Are you alright?" all too aware of the drama that's been going down recently. He worries, guys, he can't help it.

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[planate]

It would be hard to miss the giant bot, considering phase sixers were among the biggest of the species, and the amount of noise he was making. Pipes stops in his tracks when he gets close enough to see that the sound isn't a building collapsing in on itself, but rather a giant mech tearing it apart himself.

Pipes doesn't recognise Sixshot from his silhouette, but does remember the warning from the Lost Light Meetup™ about Tarn being present. For a brief, nauseatingly panicked filled moment, the minibot thinks he might've stumbled into the infamous Decepticon fanatic. He immediately backs away, optics wide and locked on the shadow. Unfortunately, he also manages to trip over a piece of rubble, landing loudly on his ass and knocking a few more precariously balanced rocks free from a nearby pile of debris.

Shit.

[phase6kindofbot]

The big mech stops in the middle of shoving a beam out of the way, turning gleaming red eyes on Pipes. He doesn't move or say anything for the longest few seconds.

And then...

"Hm."

Letting the beam go, Sixshot dusts his hands off and steps out of the hole. A beam of light catches the back of his shoulders, lighting up the rather rust-stained white white and green armor as the Sixer strides over to a small pile of things obscured in the shadows.

"I've got something to deliver."

[planate]

He's... still not entirely sure that isn't Tarn. Pipes knows the names of the phase sixers thanks to their infamous trade, but not what they look like. Tarn may not be a Sixer himself, but all Pipes can see is a giant mech with a lot of weaponry. Hadn't someone said Tarn was purple...? He can't remember. Nor was he entirely sure if the guy was talking to him or himself. Should he make optic contact or keep them hooded and pray to whatever deity actually existed that this monstrosity wasn't about to devour him? Pipes isn't sure, and would very much like to not do the wrong thing and get killed.

Opting to stay where he is, Pipes leans forward ever so gently. Probably against his best interests, but he squints - trying to make out the pile in the shadows. Curiosity never killed the minibot, after all.

[phase6kindofbot]

Seemingly unconcerned with the dilemma the Autobot was having not too far away, Sixshot picks something up from the pile, something small and rotund in shape with little fins sticking out. He takes a moment to check it over once more before straightening up and turning back to Pipes.

It takes three steps for the Sixer to cover the ground between them, placing him just a bare few meters away from the minibot, towering over him even as Sixshot crouches. He extends a hand and holds out...

A medical drone?

"Take this to First Aid."

[planate]

After a brief hesitation, Pipes gets up and cautiously walks over to take the drone. This guy knows First Aid, maybe he's not so bad.

"Thanks..."

He trails off a bit awkwardly, not sure what to say. That's enough, right?

[phase6kindofbot]

There's a small stretch of silence between them where Sixshot just stares down at Pipes as if waiting for something.

When it doesn't come, he prompts, "... Not gonna ask if it's rigged?"

[planate]

"I..."

The thought had crossed his mind. "...Didn't want to offend you?" And then get blasted.

[phase6kindofbot]

"It's faster to go out and kill people than it is to rig up a bomb," Sixshot says with a shrug, standing up.

That's comforting, right?

[planate]

Sort of, in a really shitty way.

"Good to... know. Um. Thanks. Again."

[phase6kindofbot]

"Right."

Great conversation.

Yes.

... Having run out of things to say, Sixshot turns to go back to digging out the hell hole he'd made of the building's basement.

[planate]

Usually Pipes is better with a conversation. He's still slightly terrified, however.

"Uh... should I tell him who it's from?"

What's your name, big guy.

Thread wrap?

[phase6kindofbot]

"Tell him it's from Sixshot," he answers over his shoulder, not bothering to glance back. First Aid probably would have figured it out by description alone, but attaching a name to the present couldn't hurt.