by your maximal honor [CLOSED]

[batmanta]

WHO: Depth Charge and Waspinator
WHERE: Junkpile
WHEN Monday evening
WHAT: After getting caught under an unfortunate circumstance, Depth Charge is at -- bear with it -- Waspinator's mercy.
WARNINGS: SILLY.



What's nice is that there's actual fuel here. Actual, stable energon, high grade, going down smooth. It's better than being forced to take on organic material part-time and scowl at the pathetic processes of the low-grade on prehistoric Earth. It never occurred to him how impressively good the taste is.

How nice it is to sit on a roof, stare out into the horizon and accept that yep, Protoform X is dead, what now?

He still has no answer to that.

Absently, he finds himself picking at the junkpile. For what, he isn't really sure. Maybe something to make his own? He isn't sure. Just sorting through a bunch of nothing to make nothing.

Ugh.

Depth Charge pauses when he comes across a small item. He narrows his optics, kneeling down, picking it up. A photograph? That looks kind of like Cheetor and Primal.

Funny, how the small distraction keeps him there. Funnier, still, is when a pillow tumbles from the Lambda, landing on a high pile of junk; it falls in a wave of garbage, collapsing on top of Depth Charge.

"...Slag it."

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[murphyslaw]

Waspinator spends a great deal of his time alone these days. There are just too many strange bots running around the place, all of them too big and talking about long-gone factions. A smart individual might have sat down and processed the whole situation and started to accept the whole situation, but Waspinator... yeah, not so much.

He was still in denial, spending most of his time buzzing from one place to another in beast form, taking in the lay of the land and just generally being lost and hungry and confused and whiny.

Waspinator spent a lot of time whining.

He was actually grumbling to himself as he hummed over the junk pile, lamenting his fate in the multiverse, when he hears a sudden shifting in the debris below him.

Curious, and lacking a general need to be anywhere else, he meandered his way down to take a closer look. As he approaches he catches a flash of blue, and Waspinator buzzes loudly as he lands on the garbage just above the trapped Maximal.

"Fishbot?"

[batmanta]

There's a moment in which Depth Charge flexes his fins on his back, but unfortunately they are not enough to leverage all of the slagging junk on his back. He grunts and tries to pull himself out, but to no avail; there's too much on him.

And then there's familiar buzzing.

Depth Charge narrows his optics at the former Predacon.

"Bug," he acknowledges harshly. "You busy?"

[murphyslaw]

Waspinator alights carefully on the mound of trash, wings twitching restlessly on his back as he edges closer. Depth Charge doesn't seem to be able to move, which feeds his courage a little, but he still doesn't want to get too close.

"Fishbot is stuck?"

Master of the obvious here.

[batmanta]

There's a grumble as Waspinator gets closer, which only causes Depth Charge's glare to increase somehow. If looks could kill, Waspinator, you'd be a pile of rusted scrap right about now.

"A masterful conclusion, really. Yes, I'm stuck. And you're gonna pull me out."

As if he's in the best position to make demands right now.

[murphyslaw]

Waspinator isn't oblivious to the fact Depth Charge is staring holes through him, but somehow it's slightly less intimidating when the Maximal is pinned by who knew how many pounds of trash.

"Oh? What in it for Waspinator?"

He's quite aware that he has the upper hand in this situation (for once), and he fully intends on taking advantage of it.

[batmanta]

Waspinator wants something. Of course he wants something in return. The manta growls quietly, turning his head, trying to think of some other way out of this without the Predacon's help.

Yeah, that's. Not happening.

With an annoyed groan, he snaps at him, "What the slag does Waspinator want?"

[murphyslaw]

...Hm. That's a good question, actually. Just what does he want? Or at least, what does he want that Depth Charge would be able to give him?

After several long, thoughtful, buzzy moments, Waspinator hums exuberantly.

"Waspinator want Fishbot to promise to never, ever, ever blow Wazzzpinator up!"