Shanghai'd
Rattrap: *sneaks up on Maximal Wakejumper, rubbing his hands together evilly and cackling* Oooh Waaaakey~!
Wake: *looks up from what he's fiddling with today* What, Rat? *Small scowl at the "Wakey" nickname*
Rattrap: *slaps a statis-bomb on Wake's arm* Congrats, Mutt. You jus' been shanghai'd. *smirks*
Wake: What the?! *Yelps as he goes into stasis, slumps over*
Rattrap: *plops himself down on Wake's lap, laughing evilly as he PINpoints back to the Frag It, appearing in a mostly empty berthchamber. There, he hops up and sets about removing the bomb*
Wake: *soft noise as his systems reboot once the bomb is removed*
Rattrap: *grins at him* Welcome, my fine furry friend... ta th' Cybertronian Exploration Ship Frag It.
Wake: ...*as he finishes shaking the fog outta his processor* You... are a &$^#*&^^&#$@. You couldn't just ask?!
Rattrap: Ehn. My way's more fun. Rhinox's is my cheif medical officer. Wanna be chief a' engineerin'?
Wake: ... Fine, but you &*$#^*ing owe me a drink for this slag, Rat. *stretches*
Rattrap: *smirks* An' Rhinox couln't believe I spent all my reward money already...
Wake: *rolls optics, and moves to shove Rattrap off of his lap so he can stand up* ... Did you really name this ship the Frag It?
Rattrap: What, you gotta betta' idea? I think it's hilarious.
Wake: ... Eh, you've gotta point... *small shrug* So... anyone else besides you, Rhinox 'n me running the ship?
Rattrap: *waves his hand around* Spazz is my navigator, an' pretty much th' ship's computa'. Got Rhinox's kid, Starcaller. An' Nightwish's in th' medbay. Once she's up an' runnin', she's takin' over security.
Wake: Huh... Sounds like we got an interesting lot then... *amused grin* Anyone I'd recognize?
Rattrap: 'Sides Rhinox? Prolly not. Picked ev'ryone else up here in' th' Nexus.
Wake: Ah... 'Kay... *stretches and rolls his shoulders* Er... How's Rhinox been doing? I haven't seen him in awhile... *clearly feels guilty about that*
Rattrap: *shrugs one shoulder* Ain't much diff'rent, really. Still moth'rin' me. *grins* An' he's gotta kid! Like, seriously. Star's jus' like 'im, personality-wise.
Wake: ... Slag... Am I gonna get lectured twice as much 'causea the dancing thing?
Rattrap: ...Well, no. He is a kid, an' he's got like... speakers on 'is wings. He'll prolly play music an' dance 'round wit'chu.
Wake: ... Sweeeeet! :D
Rattrap: *snerks* Wanna tour?
Wake: *nodnod, all but bouncing in place*
Rattrap: Right. *stands up and dusts himself off, then gestures to the room* Dese're yer quartas'. Mine's at th' end a' th' hall, but s'off limits. Nightwish sleeps dere too.
Wake: *nod* Gotcha.
Rattrap: *gives him a little grin, then exits the room and walks down the hall* Down here's th' rest a' th' crew's quartas'. Most a' dese're unoccupied yet, but we'll fill 'em. Oh, will we fill 'em... *evil little cackle*
Wake: *follows Rattrap* ... You're still a *&$^#&*%^&^%@#$. *smirk*
Rattrap: Love you too, Mutt. *sticks his tongue out at him*
Wake: *cackles* Okay, all joking aside... Where do you want me to set up a workshop so I can build stuff for all of the crew?
Rattrap: Right down 'ere... *goes into an elevator, then pushes a few buttons* Got a woikshop more or less started fer ya, actually. Y'get th' whole lowa' deck ta do wha'cha want wit', an' th' engine's down 'ere.
Wake: *low, impressed whistle*
Rattrap: Soona' 'r lata', we'll get'cha some lackies t'smack 'round, too. I know Rhinox an' I like ta dink 'round too, so yer'll hafta share wit' us, though.
Wake: Like I have a problem with sharing? *amused chuckle*
Rattrap: Yeah well... 'Wish might....
Wake: *small nod*
Rattrap: *stands there awkwardly for a moment, rubbing the back of his neck* Anyway... *pushes a few buttons to bring the elevator back to the main deck, coming out by the bridge*
Wake: ... *optics wide, VERY impressed whistle*
Starcaller: *sitting at a console humming to himself, a strange, yellow, winged reptile sitting on his shoulders, cooing along with him*
Rattrap: *blinkblinkstaaaree* Uh... Star? Wassat?
Starcaller: *looks up, his eyes wide with surprise* Rat? Oh, you're not mad anymore...
Wake: ... *blink blink, not sure what to make of the winged reptile* ...
Rattrap: Yeah, Star... I'm gonna be pissed if ya don' tell me what dat thing y'got is.
Starcaller: *frowns slightly, the reptile taking on a ruddy brown tone* It's an Olgarcian Wing Sprite. They're empathic reptiles that imprint upon a living being and feed off their energy.
Wake: ... Lemme guess... it imprinted on you?
Starcaller: Well, I did find him. *scritches under the reptile's chin, making it coo and change to a pale pink* I'm looking up names. Not sure what I want to call him yet.
Wake: *amused snerk, nudges Rattrap* Kinda like the time that petro-rabbit followed ya back to where we were crashing for the night...
Rattrap: Ehhnn... th' rabbit was cuter though. *huffs, scratching his chin* Guess I can't make y'get ridda it, huh?
Starcaller: He would die without an energy source, Rat. When I found him, he was barely alive.
Rattrap: Sure perked up fast...
Wake: Yeah... but still not as cute as that one femme... Wonder what happened to her....
Rattrap: What, dat scooter?
Wake: Naaah, she was too high strung... I'm talking about the waitress.
Rattrap: Ooooh... y'mean th' one we picked up at dat topless place!
Starcaller: :I Not sure I like where this conversation is going...
Wake: Yeah... the one that wanted to be an inventor! She was cute... a bit short, but cute.
Rattrap: >:I
Wake: Rat, she was shorter than you. I dunno how she managed to do her job.
Starcaller: *not much taller, himself*
Rattrap: She did her job fantastically!
Wake: I still feel bad for accidentally punting her that one time... *sheepish*
Rattrap: Y'only felt bad afta' ya found out y'had similar int'rests, ya dumb mutt.
Wake: >:/ I'm not the one who flirted with that songstress and then tried to race her.
Rattrap: Whaaat? Ain't my fault her engine hummed in harmony wit' her voice!
Wake: And it ain't my fault her bondmate tried ta kill ya.
Starcaller: *is going to facepalm and ignore you two, now*
Rattrap: How was I s'pposed ta know? She din't say nothin' 'bout 'er!
Wake: ...meh... good point... but you did pick a winner when we went to that one bar... That waitress was beyond cute. *waggles brows*
Rattrap: Din't I tell ya Biker Babes're th' way ta go? Rawr, th' shape of a goddess, a sassy lil engine, an' a sharpa' wit' den any energon blade.
Wake: Yeah... 'cept for that crazy one that nearly killed me just 'cause I didn't order a drink she could swipe from me...
Rattrap: *shrugs* Dere's always 'n exception, what cin I say?
Wake: Meh... anyplace else I need to know 'bout here?
Rattrap: Ehhhnnn... Quartas', Engineerin', Bridge... Medbay?
Wake: Might as well know where that's at, just in case somethin' I'm workin' on decides to bite me back...
Starcaller: Dinobot's still in the medbay.
Rattrap: *cringes* Nyeh, I'll show ya where it is, but I ain't takin' ya in.
Wake: Fair 'nough.
Rattrap: Dinobot ain't comin' wit' us, by th' way. *scowls and takes Wake down the hall to the medbay* S'got a "betta' offa'."
Wake: *Small nod* I know how that sorta thing goes... *knows it very well*
Rattrap: Yeah, no y'don't. *grunts, bending down as a toddler dragging along a tattered and slobbery stuffed cat comes scooting down the hall* 'Eeeeey, dere's my lil' guy!
Dinobaby: *flails, bopping Rattrap over the head with Small Cheetor* Vermin! Down!
Wake: *about to point out the incident with his first team, SNERKS when Rattrap gets bopped over the head*
Rattrap: *sticks his tongue out at Wake*
Dinobaby: *scowlpouts at Wake, pulling Small Cheetor close and nomming onto its ears* Who dis, stinky?
Rattrap: Brat, dis's Wakejumper. Wake... Dinobot. Dis one's comin' wit' us. S'been chibified.
Wake: *Blink blink* Chibified? *You're gonna hafta explain that one, Rattrap... He's never seen a chibi before*
Rattrap: Uh. He was a full grown 'bot dat got shrunk down ta sparklin' level.
Wake: ...Sla-er... that bites...
Rattrap: Oh, he's heard worse.
Dinobaby: *nodnods* Yup! Vermin's got a potty mouth!
Wake: ... *SNERK*
Rattrap: What's so funny, Wake? *arches an eyebrow*
Wake: Never thought I'd hear a bitlet say you, of all mechs, have a potty mouth. *trying not to laugh*
Dinobaby: But he does! Watch! *bops Rattrap upside the head with Small Cheetor again*
Rattrap: *curses, trying to rip the doll from the brat's hands*
Wake: *doubled over, laughing fit, call back later*
Rattrap: *scowls, finally managing to get the doll away from Dinobaby. He uses it to smack Wake upside the head. Hard*
Wake: *Cracking up harder now, laughing his furry little aft off*
Rattrap: .....*gives Small Cheetor back, then pulls the Frag It's pokeball from his pocket and beans Wake with it*
Wake: *YELP* .>.<. *CUSS*
Dinobaby: *gasp* Puppy's got a potty mouth too!
Wake: *Rubbing where he got beaned* Puppy?
Dinobaby: *stares intensely at Wake for a moment, then nods* Puppy.
Wake: ... *Gives Rattrap an "Are you slagging kidding me?" look*
Rattrap: What? Y'are a puppy. Least y'ain't vermin.
Wake: ... *Snerk* But Rat, you are a vermin. *knows he's going to get something thrown at him for that*
Rattrap: *chucks a sodacan at him*
((co-written with slaggin_preds))