Energon Pub

OCC

6 Breems later.. everybody is still laughing at Dirge's lost child....


HAHAHAHAAHHA I can't stop laughing!!! Commander, let's go find Rodimus!!!

"BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!! Yes, come lets go Galvatron when the rest of you are done laughing you can catch up."

CJ gets up after rolling on the floor in laughter and patches the leaks in his optics. he watches as the cons leave the bar

well looks like fun play time is over BB

The 2 bots look at each other as Ramjet walks in and decide to have a little fun and reprogram the barkeep to give Ramjet tonic water for everything with just the right dies to make it look right.

CJ chuckles

This is gonna be fun

"Galvatron, did I just see Ramjet enter the bar?"

Yes I believe so! No since in calling him for help anytime soon now. He can't fly straight now.

The two cons leave the Pub and head for the Recycling Center.

*Having once again fallen asleep due to his Energon comsumption, Rumble awakes with a start as the door closes with the departure of the other Decepticons.*

"Whaa, ooooo my head... Hey where did everyone go?"

*Looking around and only seeing Autobots and a rather lonley Ramjet, Rumble decides to leave and search for his other comrades. Grabbing a canister of coffeegon, Rumble downs it and decides to venture outside to begin his search.*

After spending a long time in his personal chambers, Galvatron decided to hit the pub. As usual, he walks in wearing his giant purple pimp hat and spinning his keys to his 64 cybertronian impala. He hangs his laser cannon upon the gunrack next to the entrance door. He strolls to his favorite Decepticon table and takes a seat... Hearing a muffled sound from underneath him, he is suddenly tossedd out of his chair and on to the floor.
What the-

You sat on me you giant purple dote!

Dr. Psychotron! I did not see you. You are a tiny humanoid.

Not much human any more thanks to you! I'm more cyborg than anythng else now.

And look at the great abilities you gained from it. How else would you be able to throw me to the floor?

Galvatron picks up Psychotron and sets him down on the table. He then takes his seat and orders them both a drink.....

Master G, take a look at the old Autobot table. A stranger!

Galvatron scans his optics towards the 7'2" blue flamed Autobot.

Female gender as well. You should buy her a drink Big Purple Pimp.

SHUT UP you puny human! I'm not buying an Autobot a drink!

Galvatron turns his optics away from the stranger and drinks his energon quietly. But Psychotron has other plans.....

Sixshot, being thirsty and low on energon reserves, flies in low over the Kalis border. Known as a neutral territory and a relatively conflict free zone he ascertained this would be a beneficial area to recharge and maybe throw a few back. Soon he spots a neon sign in distance, "Erectors Energon Pub"...perfect spot he thought. Transforming from his star fighter mode into his siege tank mode he deploys his battering ram and takes the front door down. Then he transforms into wolf mode and sprints towards the nearest barstool, hiking his leg and "marking his territory in the process. Finally, transforming into robot mode, he takes a seat.

"Bartender! Bring me a Thruster Ruster on the rocks!"....looking around the room for potential enemies and allies, he spots Galvatron over at a corner table seated with an Autobot.

Hmmmph! Fancy that. Running into that batshit crazy Decepticon in these parts, he thought silently. Sensing no potential threats he rests both of hypersonic concussion blasters against the bar.

"And make it snappy!"...he barked once more at the droid handling bartending duties. Shortly afterwards a sparkling emerald green tonic with miners coal floating in the glass was delivered. Sixshot knocks it back and orders another. "Good shit, right there. Quality stuff."

Psychotron jumps down from the table and runs like a scared rat across the bar, he slips through the puddle of wolf piss and lands at Sixshot's feet... Taking a super leap, Psychotron lands on the bar next to Sixshot's drink.....
Bartender, get me some motor oil. It's the only thing here that resembles Earth whiskey. Hello Sixshot. You have not come to my office to see me for your psychriatric evaluation yet. Would you like to set an appointment?

Galvatron wrote:Psychotron jumps down from the table and runs like a scared rat across the bar, he slips through the puddle of wolf piss and lands at Sixshot's feet... Taking a super leap, Psychotron lands on the bar next to Sixshot's drink.....
Bartender, get me some motor oil. It's the only thing here that resembles Earth whiskey. Hello Sixshot. You have not come to my office to see me for your psychriatric evaluation yet. Would you like to set an appointment?

"I swear to Primus, if you so much as sling one drop of that wolf piss off into my drink....", Sixshot takes care to move his drink to his other side away from the dripping Dr. Psychotron,..."I'll personally rip out your guts and make you suck them up through a straw." Examining this anomaly carefully, Sixshot can't pinpoint the origin or creation era of this mechanoid. Upon listening to what he has to say....."I don't do appointments, short stuff."....Sixshot downs his drink and stands up, turning towards Galvatron...."This your pet? If so, you should keep him on a leash."

Galvatron sit's quietly with an angry face as he says to Sixshot...

Just flick him like a humanoid booger. He'll leave you alone.

Dr. Psychotron jumps down from the bar and slowly walks back to Galvatron's table quietly singing to himself....

Part bionic, and organic, like a cyborg.. call him PSYCHOTRON

A brown and turquoise bat landed outside the pub. The bat, which was clearly far larger than any found on Earth, transformed into her very slim robot mode. Taking a moment to check her ponytail, Nightscream entered. She was...less than impressed with the current patrons, but kept quiet about it. Entering in behind her was her best friend, Sparkplug. Despite her being 27' and he 5', they got along swimmingly. Sparkplug was also uncomfortable with some of the patrons, but the werewolf-like Autobot also kept quiet about it. And as a further precaution, he kept his tail up off the ground so it wouldn't be stepped on accidentally...or otherwise. They approached the bar and made their orders.

"I'll take an energon smoothie, please. Sparky, what do you want?" Nightscream asked.

"Regular energon will do, I guess. What is that smell?! Check that, I'd rather not know..." Sparkplug responded. He had noticed Shadow Walker about to head out, but he didn't know who the somewhat taller femme was. At least a fellow Autobot was a welcoming sight.

Galvatron sits quietly drinking his energon not making eye contact with anybody....
You're too quiet Lord Galvatron.
I've been thinking Doc...
Too much thinkin' and not enough drinkin'!
BARTENDER! ANOTHER ROUND OVER HERE!
Whatcha been thinking about Mighty One?
Population control.
Errr... what?
Population control! There are too many Autobots. We need to cut down the population. I think it's going to be Autobot Season.

Nightscream heard Galvatron perfectly fine from her spot even before he started yelling. His plans of 'Autobot season' naturally didn't sit well with the femme in the least. She quietly glared into her energon smoothie and muttered, "I heard that..." and returned to sipping away at her smoothie. Perhaps the Autobots back at base would be interested to know of Galvatron's plans of hunting them.

Meanwhile, Sparkplug was ignoring the banter of Galvatron. Since he wasn't in any immediate danger, he didn't feel a need to worry about it...unless there were talks of coming after a certain werewolf-like robot. Namely himself. And Shadow Walker, the femme he still knew nothing about, intrigued him as any stranger did.

So mighty Galvatron, what are your plans for Autobot Season?
You microscopic fool! I'm not going to display my plans here. There are too many audio sensors and optics that don't need to hear or see what I have in mind.
Galvatron yells across the bar...
HEY SIXSHOT, COME OVER HERE FOR A BIT, I'll have Dr Psychotron buy you a drink.

BLAST! That spawn of a female wolfatron knows me all too well.

After drinking a few bottles of Cybertron Whiskey Old #69 100% proof energon... Galvatron stood up and fell back in his chair.

Sickotrom... take me to Wolfbot. I talk want to him.

Lord Galvatron.. you are no state to be talking to anybody. You should just steal an Autobot and drive yourself home.

Hey! Check out fembot... walk door.. just now. She's hot!!

You blind Master Galvatron? That's Rosie the maid from the Jetsons!