Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2013 14:37:09 GMT -5
((OOC: Feb 15. Morning. Interaction thread for all robots and otherwise mechanical beings. Closer to the villain's land because they have more robots XD Someone punch Starscream for me.
Domo Arigato, Mr. Roboto~
That song is now stuck in your head. You're welcome.))
Bender had gone out for the day to releave himself of having to be around all those annoying non-master meat-bags. As he was wondeirng aimlessly, he toted along a decently-sized plasma rifle. The beinding unit knew by then that he would need to be armed in case he met with any on the other team. Other than that, he didn't feel like doing anything at the moment. However, he mind did wonder, while he was terking the place, to think about a certian silly reality program; honestly, Bender was wondering if this place might be a decent place to make moonshine. He paused for a moment, tapping his non-existant chin. Who would be his film crew? Because, after all, when you're making something illegally, the first thing you want is it taped and broadcast on international television.
Speaking of broadcast, the tiny weasal bot in question decided to drop in. Litterally; Broadcast had been riding with his master and fallen off the grey jet. The drone had been transformed into his camera mode and remained as such when he collided with the ground in front of the booze-drinking robot. Bender bent to pick up the camera and looked over it. Not impressed with the primative technology, he tossed it behind his back.
"Meh. I can be my own film crew," He huffed, seriously consitering the idea for the moment.
~*~
Behind him, Broadcast transformed back into his beast mode and skittered off, wondering where his master poofed to. The weasel moved back into the woods and stopped. Red camera eye just stared vacantly, as his head slowly tilted to one side.
~*~
Starscream noticed the absence of his puppet rather quickly. Actually consitering leaving the thing behind for a while, he cricled back around within a moment or two. With energy scarce, he'd be kicking himself later if he let his pet, who could always be sacrificed for power later, get lost. The jet grazed the treetops.
"Where'd that drone get to?" He mummured crossly.
Domo Arigato, Mr. Roboto~
That song is now stuck in your head. You're welcome.))
Bender had gone out for the day to releave himself of having to be around all those annoying non-master meat-bags. As he was wondeirng aimlessly, he toted along a decently-sized plasma rifle. The beinding unit knew by then that he would need to be armed in case he met with any on the other team. Other than that, he didn't feel like doing anything at the moment. However, he mind did wonder, while he was terking the place, to think about a certian silly reality program; honestly, Bender was wondering if this place might be a decent place to make moonshine. He paused for a moment, tapping his non-existant chin. Who would be his film crew? Because, after all, when you're making something illegally, the first thing you want is it taped and broadcast on international television.
Speaking of broadcast, the tiny weasal bot in question decided to drop in. Litterally; Broadcast had been riding with his master and fallen off the grey jet. The drone had been transformed into his camera mode and remained as such when he collided with the ground in front of the booze-drinking robot. Bender bent to pick up the camera and looked over it. Not impressed with the primative technology, he tossed it behind his back.
"Meh. I can be my own film crew," He huffed, seriously consitering the idea for the moment.
~*~
Behind him, Broadcast transformed back into his beast mode and skittered off, wondering where his master poofed to. The weasel moved back into the woods and stopped. Red camera eye just stared vacantly, as his head slowly tilted to one side.
~*~
Starscream noticed the absence of his puppet rather quickly. Actually consitering leaving the thing behind for a while, he cricled back around within a moment or two. With energy scarce, he'd be kicking himself later if he let his pet, who could always be sacrificed for power later, get lost. The jet grazed the treetops.
"Where'd that drone get to?" He mummured crossly.