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WHO: DECKARD, GUNMAX, KNOCK OUT
WHERE: round abouts the police station I GUESS
WHEN: that one time. like Thursday.
WHAT: immature robots harassing poor poor Deckard
WARNINGS: Gunmax.

Also language and discussion of mature adultly type stuff because Gunmax and Knock Out are literally the biggest jerks.

[Screwing with Deckard: easily one of Gunmax's new favorite past times, next to deliberately pissing Power Joe off and pulling stupid, childish pranks on Prowl. Since two of these three things were no longer options, it meant poor boyscout Deckard was now the entire focus of Gunmax's boredom. Congratulations, baby.

Today, Gunmax had "recruited" Knock Out to assist with Operation: Totally Mature Adults (Operation: Poor Life Choices had been a close second), and the biker had decided that they should wait around outside the police station to get the jump on the poor dork whenever he was finished doing cop stuff for the day. The only issue with that was the fact that Deckard actually did all of his work because there was a very good chance he actually cared about this job a lot more than Gunmax did, so there was no telling when he'd actually be finished. To Gunmax's credit thought, at least he kept this in mind and wasn't charging in to annoy Deckard when he was in the middle of something that was actually important.

So for now, it was just Knock Out and Gunmax waiting around to be dickheads. Seems legit.]

So, how's that whole not having a nose thing working out for you?

[The small talk could have been better. Hopefully Deckard wouldn't be too long.]

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You can't miss what you never had. Besides, I can smell things just fine, that's what sensors are for. How's not having eyes working for you?

[The medic knows that Gundmax can see perfectly fine under the visor but someone had to maintain a proper level of maturity in the conversation. Clearway, it was not going to be him.

Soon enough Deckard's shift will be over and he leave the building to do...whatever law robots like Deckard did when they weren't working. Knock Out had no idea. They probably went to find a cat to save from a tree. Point is, he would finally be available and at their mercy.]

Do people seriously think I don't have optics under this? Don't be stupid.

[nope no maturity here. Gunmax crosses his arms and stares at the door, as if it'll make Deckard move any faster. It won't. But Gunmax likes to think it will.]

I've met a lot of mech who didn't. You were made by humans so who knows what they were thinking. What else they gave you that you don't really need?

[Oh yes, he's going to look up at down ad Gunmax and raise and eyebrow.]

Hey, up yours. I look badass.

[Gunmax does pause to glance down at himself, though. the hell you lookin at KO]

What?

Dare I ask for your definition of badass? [He quickly looks back at the Police Force gate.] Nothing, nothing...you are too young anyway.

Uh, I'M my definition of badass, thank you very much.

[hey wait a minute.]

Hey, hey! I'm not a kid, y'know! Stop saying weird things!

I am not surprised that you said that. [Gunmax could rival Starscream when it came to the 'I'm amazing and you aren't' quote in a conversation.]

You are like, what, two years old?

Bah. [don't get those assholes together in the same room goddaaaaaaaaamn]

That's got nothin' to do with it.

[Try coming up on ONE year old, but hey, age is relative, right? ~~Oh, wait, KO's /HOW/ old again?~~]

[Anyway, it's probably fortunate for both these yahoos that Deckard's had a light load of reports. None, almost - primarily journal-like in the day-to-day doings of Haven's residents. Well, SOMEONE has to document the populace for posterity, right? Right... The dutiful boyscout finally shuts off his computer, working his joints and gears back into alignment from sitting for so long, and heads out the door. He doesn't have a "home" to go to - sure, there's a room in Prima's temple, but...he prefers to recharge in more familiar surroundings (that'd be in vehicle form in the garage here at the precinct). He's intending to go for a drive before maybe finding his way to the Hub or visiting Garrod or something - he's not sure what yet. So his mind's a bit occupied as he wanders out of the precinct. ~~Perfect for two mischievous jerks.~~]

[You are so young, how are you allowed to leave the temples? ~~Old as balls~~]

Took you long enough, mr. workaholic! Recharging outside? That's really sad and more than a little bit pathetic, Deckard needs better habits. Knock Otu spots him and elbows Gunmax, not too hard, to get his attention. Time to go then.]

DECKARD! My friend, how are you this fine day? We 'll like to talk with you.

[OOOOOH IT'S GO TIME.]

Yo, baby!

[Gunmax struts right on up to Deckard and latches onto one of his arms like a drunken prom date or something. Y'know, being as obnoxious as possible because that's how he rolls.]

Noseless here has somethin' to ask you. You ain't busy, right?

[As if Knock Out's almost overly-friendly greeting weren't enough of a tip-off, Gunmax suddenly hanging on his arm has him involuntarily braces. Ut-oh, what's he up to this time?]

[Still, the BP leader is game - he's certainly a tolerant-enough person - so he just shakes his head.]

Good evening, Knock Out, Gunmax. No, not particularly. What's up?

[Knock Out moves to the opposite side and puts an arm around Deckard's neck, making sure he has no way to scape them.]

Oh you see, Gunmax here explained me how you two used to work as a team back home and I wanted to make you a few questions about how it felt. A demonstration would be good too.

Aw. Hate to break it to you, but a demonstration's not gonna happen. We're missin' some parts, y'see. Sure he can explain the rest, though.

[sorry deckard sorry deckard sorry deckard ~~not sorry never sorry~~]

Ah . . . well, yes, Gunmax and I worked together back home. I was actually the team lead for a squad of eight.

And . . . [looks at Gunmax] . . . I'm guessing you mean J-Roader?

[Gunmax, what have you done /this/ time?]

[Knock Out gives Gunmax what could only be categorized as a ~~fake~~ pout.]

But you can still do the 'I turn into a gun and pluk into Deckard' thing, right? come on, show me your talents, guys.

J-Roader? That's what you called the robot combiner with a tiger on the chest he told me about? ROADER, seriously?

Yeah. Y'know. Parts.

[J-Roader counts as parts.]

Knock Out, baby, I'm just going to be showering you with disappointment left and right today, but I can't plug into Deckard at all right now.

And no, that badass monstrosity was called Super Build Tiger.

Plug into . . .

Ah . . .

[If he could, he'd be BLUSHING - all things considered, that's not the best way to word that, bro!]

You're . . . you're talking about his Max Cannon Mode. I see. And . . . no, I'm afraid a full demonstration of what you're talking about isn't possible. Super Build Tiger is the Build Team all combined - McCrane and Power Joe as well as Drill Boy and Dumpson. J-Roader is my support vehicle that I combine with to form J-Decker. J-Roader's not here, and neither is our boss who has the unification command.

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What a shame. Do you need it to be more people to see you do it? [Now he's just teasing because that's what he does best.]

Wait a minute, you need a command? Which one it is? Do you always combine when you heard it?

Eh. It was some technical crap you wouldn't understand.

[Actually no Gunmax is just bad at explaining "technical crap".]

[He's just going to ignore the first part. And Gunmax completely.]

Not exactly. It's not something that's forced on us, Knock Out. Though we always needed it to combine.

The unification command is an encrypted transmission. It contains the missing coding that allows the docking sequences to be completed. The transmitter is voice-activated and only responds to our boss's voice.

[Bad at it or just didn't want to.]

I'm a tech specialist i doubt that you can tell me something I won't be able to understand. But if you are shy...[He grins at Gunmax. He now got two robots to tease.]

Really interesting. It's not like that with our people, that would be really impractical. [Because in a fight the enemy would most likely try to kill first the guy giving the command.]

And what is, in your opinion, the purpose of the tiger face?

Shy about what. The hell'd you say? Say that again, I dare you.

[And there goes the needless aggression. UGH. he rolls his optics behind his visor and crosses his arms.]

Wasn't that tiger thing some kinda bazooka, Deckard?

[Honestly, Deckard's surprised more people didn't go after Yuuta directly too. It makes sense, as much as the thought horrifies the BP leader. Instead, he just nods, flicking an amused glance at Gunmax over his reaction.]

For us, I think it was a safety precaution, keeping us from being able to do so ourselves. There were a lot of people in management over our department and our project that didn't want us built at all, or at least not to be given Super AIs and hearts of our own, considering us too dangerous as it was. Requiring a separate unification code to keep us from being able to upgrade to even more powerful forms at will might have been a compromise, I think.

[And that threatens to take his mind in directions he really doesn't want to go, so he's glad for the change of subject, grinning as he nods again.]

The Tiger Beam, yeah. The mouth opened to reveal a . . . basically an energy cannon behind it. Although why a tiger face at all . . . Chief told us once that it was because Saejima-sama requested it. He thought it would look really cool on the new combiner. [He shrugs.] I can't say he was wrong, and the Build Team seemed to like it too.

[One good thing about having an ex-bad guy in your team is that said guy knows the enemy's mentality perfectly. Knock Out likes to give insight and perspective on things, even if that insight it's often something awful.]

Meatbags did that to you because they feared your power. [He can't help the disdain in his voice. As much as he learned to tolerate humans and even care for some of them things like this make him angry.] Let's not talk about that now.. It sucks the fun out of the conversation. [He turns to Gunmax.]

Shy about plugging into Deckard in front of me. [He's making this sound as bad as he can on purpose, can you guys tell?]

Well, as long as it worked. But why not a Predacon? Those are more intimidating. Ah...humans would call it dragon.

Okay, one, they're not "meatbags", [said complete with air quotes] TWO, I'm about to plug my foot up your ass--

[Don't mind Gunmax he's just going to stand here spewing empty threats until someone shuts him up]

[Yeah, and predictably, that someone will be Deckard. He puts a hand on his teammatem's arm.]

Gunmax…

[The admonishment is mild, but it's still an admonishment –he doesn't figure he needs to say more.]

Knock Out, please try to see it from their viewpoint. The Brave Police aren't an ancient, independent race like you guys are. A group of humans started a project, building a new kind of . . . of machine, really, and . . . in essence, it got away from them. There have only ever been right at a dozen of us all told to date. I was the first created, and the others are all programmed from me. There's the eight of us who make up the Brave Police –nine counting Kagerou –and three in a series called the Chieftains. And that's it. That's all of us. We're unique in our world. There's never been anything like us before. And we've only been in existence for about a-

[He stops suddenly, like hitting a mental brick wall, then looks at Gunmax, optics a little bright with surprise.]

It's been well over a year now, since the project was made public knowledge. You're a year now, which means . . . I'm almost two.

[…wow…]

I don't have an ass. [Sorry to dissapoint. And tho Knock Out, humans who enjoy controlling other are meatbags. Or future corpses.

He can help but sneer as Deckard's predictable reply.] You two suffer from Stockholm syndrome. Wait...you are only two years old? Really? Are you pulling my wheel? I thought that was really a joke.

[He pokes Gunmax's shoulder.] You are ONE YEAR OLD?

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