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omicrontheicequeen‌:

“Ah. That’s the trick…or catch.” Ice Queen grinned as she shifting her wings again, mostioning to herself, and then upwards. “Its a one way path, no going back once you’re bigger. When I was younger I saw what happened when a predacon like me got too big too fast…”

She made a face, not pleased in the least with the memory of seeeing a King class predacon starting to kill and eat his followers just to stay alive.

“Not something I want to do, and I’m bigger than most mecha I meet now adays, or just big enough that they dont want to mess with the scary pirate lady.” Ice Queen grinned again, not the fastest of spoker herself she offered hers back to the mech.

“Hmph, sounds annoying.” But that revelation wasn’t as surprising this time around. It also made some sense to him as well. Ice Queen had mentioned she grew before hadn’t she? Like an organic. A techno-organic? Still, that kind of weird permanence of form was kind of hard to wrap his head around as someone who was only ever going to be as big as he was right now unless he manually upgraded parts of his body. 

That last part had him raising an eyebrow but he opted not to comment. He could use his imagination and he probably wasn’t far off. 

“Hey, I don’t blame you! I’d do the same thing. You gotta find the right balance between sufficiently intimidating and inconvenient, eh?” Blue himself was pretty happy with his own height but it would be a pain to be much bigger.

It took him a moment of staring blankly at the cigarette for him to realize she was actually offering it back to him. That was a first but hey, he’d happily pluck it from her fingers and finish it off in a couple of long drags. 

“Say....” 

Tamping it out and flicking the butt to the side, he leaned a bit closer to the other mech, almost conspiratorially. “We are both pretty big and tough huh? You wanna see what kinda fun we can find around here? I got a while before I’m gonna be ready to ship out again.”

Left to his own devices and bored, Blue would have found some kind of trouble to get into anyway but these types of things were generally more fun with like-minded company.

omicrontheicequeen‌:

"Depending on who you ask,” Ice Queen flashed a grin that showed off some fangs. “Title, role, job? I rule under the Dreaded Wings.”

Outside of her crew/colony? Not so much other than being intimidating.

The predacon considered the cygarrette, how much was gone before lifting it, her wings twiched before giving an answer to the last question. “Theoretically I can get as big as the resorces around will let me, and the energon to support it…. two, three times my mass? I think.”

She snorted, not really interested in letting herself or others in her colony grow unchecked. That was just a disaster waiting to happen with a bunch of Insecticons and primal Predacons running around.

Considering her answer for a moment, Blue returned her grin, equally as toothy. “Well, good enough then I’d say.” Maybe it wasn’t a whole planet but from the size of her ship alone, it sounded like it could be close. 

“Hm.” He considered both his own cygarette and Ice Queen’s answer. Flicking the butt of his cygarette to the side, he briefly considered lighting another before deciding against it. The way she had explained it made sense to him for the most part. It almost reminded him of the way certain cybertronians - those with transportation based alt-modes for the most part - could expand the size of their alt-modes to accommodate a greater capacity of cargo than their root-modes would allow. 

“That’s a pretty neat trick. But could you get small again when it got old?” 

danceswithautobots‌:

“Well I can only hope you won’t be shooting at me later then now can’t I?” Concerning, but he was bigger than she was and she had a small advantage of being a smaller target who knew how to run from large mechs like him. He seemed friendly enough though. For now.

“Noises huh? Sounds about right for the English language.” She snickered into her sleeve. “Ah well, I’d speak in an Iaconian dialect for you if my voice could handle some of the harsher words. Anyways. I’m guessing you’re not too familiar with humans are you? We’re a dime a dozen on this planet.”

She squinted a little, was that a Decepticon badge? That could be concerning but he wasn’t aiming to maim her and there was no conflict going on at the moment. A little peace wouldn’t hurt right now would it?

“I don’t think many humans get to space if you’re talking about being that far out there. Unless they’re from another planet…which if that is the case I have some questions for them…”

Blue couldn’t help a small smile at that. "Sure. You can hope." 

So, English was what he was speaking. He’d have to remember that but it wasn’t what caught his attention. "You speak cybertronian?" 

An organic - well, a human, rather - on some backwater dirt planet speaking his native language? With his own dialect, no less. Now that was interesting. "I dunno about humans but you organics really overrun a place when you do settle down there.” How they were able to forge entirely new guys in such great numbers was beyond him. 

At about the same time as Misfits was inspecting his badge, Blue had decided to lean forward farther to get a better look at her. "Y'know, I was from up Iacon. Back when there was one." Bright with interest, his optics had zoomed in on her as far as they could. “C’mon, you can’t just tell me you know how to speak my language and not even try. Humor me.” 

That gave him pause. “Do humans only come from this planet?” 

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I’m gonna dig through drafts and see what I have. 

danceswithautobots‌:

Misfits snickered, use to being over looked by those bigger than she was. It could be a good thing or a bad thing depending on the situation and if Misfits was seeking attention. In this case it was humorous and lucky that she didn’t need to clamber on the pede of the large mech for her own safety.

“Huh, so I can talk.” She mused, speaking at a slightly louder register than she normally would. “Hello!” She waved, “My goodness, I don’t usually meet mechs your size. At least ones who aren’t already shooting at me. A nice change of pace really. Hello!”

Blue certainly had no trouble hearing Misfits. Not too much, anyway. "Yeah I got you the first time. Hello hello hello to you too."  Readjusting himself so he could rest his elbows on his knees, the corner of his mouth quirked upward slightly and he half returned her wave.

"What can I say, I'm a big guy. And don't go gettin' all presumptuous or nothin’. Just because I'm not shootin' now doesn't mean I don't plan on shootin' later."

 In reality, the odds of Blue shooting anyone or anything were pretty low. He’d come planetside for different, less violent business. More importantly, he wasn’t being paid to shoot anyone. 

"So just what are you supposed to be anyway, huh? You're at least making noises my processor can translate to cybertonian and you’ve apparently met guys like me before. I’d wager I've probably seen least a couple of you guys floatin' around before too."

overdorklord‌:

Blue Bacchus being so tall, didn’t bother the Sixer as much actually. Not anymore at least. Overlord was busy giving his complete attention to the vial he now held jealously in his closed servo. There was a moment he went back to hide for a few seconds to stare at the shiny glass surface, so smooth and cold. It was nice to hold on something that belonged to him, something new. Something made just for him, just to help to solve his problem. He pulled himself out again to open it and push its top past his lips, tilting the helm back and feeling the cold and bitter liquid trickling down his glossa. bitter yes, tasting like chemicals. But Overlord got used not to spit out after the first times… it wasn’t his fault, but all the damage reported to the tank, he wasn’t even supposed to ingest liquids.  But his denta hurt, his mouth hurt. Chewing wouldn’t have helped.  

He looked up in confusion at Blue. He wanted to sit? From his voice, it even sounded like he was.. not sure of it. Overlord went flat on the ground once again. The berth has been stripped from all the blankets. It was even used as a barricade more than a few times. Once it was even thrown around when he panicked. Now it was stuck on the floor. If he wanted to sit there… «The..» a servo moved up to point at it «the berth, there» he licked his dry lips and started to re-arrange all his… nest. «I Hm… want to stay close to you…» having said that, he slowly began to pull the blankets from the corner, along the wall. He never stood up, and never came out completely. But he wasn’t going to let the mech stay so far away. Now Blue was here… finally. Someone close. He trusted him, he wanted him close. Not to much, sure… but he didn’t want him to leave.

Blue hadn't expected Overlord to hide away once he took the vial and he was somewhat relieved when he reappeared, stopper intact. 

“Hey, Doc said not to drink that too fast.” 

Blue trusted him to know what to do but Rossum had asked him to make sure Overlord didn’t make himself sick. But it seemed like he knew what to do, so Blue simply watched in silence until the vial was drained and he was satisfied that Overlord was fine. 

He couldn't help but flinch when that look of confusion was pointed his way, turning his helm to look toward the berth more quickly than he meant. Guilt pricked at his processor at Overlords words and only grew worse, not only because Overlord felt he needed to move from the spot he’d made for himself but also at the odd way he had decided to move closer to him. The last thing he had wanted to do was make the other mech uncomfortable or put him out and it seemed like he’d managed to botch that too. 

Maybe he did need to sit down, actually. So, sit he did. Although once gravity had taken over it turned into more of a slump and then it wasn't much more effort at all to slouch a bit further, elbows on his knees and his helm coming to rest in his hands. "M'not going anywhere," he mumbled, voice muffled. 

For a few more minutes he was silent. Finally, one hand dropped into his lap and the other moved to prop up his chin as he turned to look at Overlord. "Sorry. Just felt kinda awkward standing there y'know...with you down there and all." He decided to scoot over as far as he could on the berth, both to get closer to the other mech and to make some room. "You wanna sit up here?"

I saw this meme done with another TF continuity and felt compelled. ;p 

I also made one smaaaall edit to the original meme for Deathcobra lol.

The greeting was unexpected, as was the size of the greeter. It took Blue a few passes of his surroundings before his optics finally fell on the organic, brows raising in surprise as he cocked his head curiously. “Huh,” he said, crouching as well as a fifty-foot robot could in order to get a better look at the much smaller Misfits, “so you can talk.”  

@sh00terblue Found Misfits!

“Um...hullo?!”

omicrontheicequeen‌:

“He does, not unlike insecticons and we predacons do.” Ice Queen consider for a moment hiw to describe it as she lowered her own, her free hand resting in her hip. The talons tapping armkr as she thought, “at least its normal from my home demention. Dreaded Wings is a younger metrotitian, i think hell get about twice his current size once fully grown. But that takes a looong time thank Primus, and lots of resources to provide for him.”

She snorted looking back at where her ship was in the distance, or the derection of him. If they were closer Blue would be ablento see Dreaded Wings wing his solar collectors out and somenif the mixed crew running around.

“You could probably fit a normal Cybertronian colony on him. At least a small one.” Ice Queen added with a snort, flashing a gring at the slightly taller mech, her fangs peeking out. “There might not be as many if us as you think there is. And ‘Queen’ is as much just my name now as title.”

"Huh! So you grow too? How much bigger are you gonna get?" Where he came from, it had only taken him a few weeks to become a fully forged mech and then there was the near-instantaneous shift from root-mode to alt-mode and back again. So, the idea of slow and almost unnoticeable growth over such an extended period of time was an odd concept to him. It sounded awfully tedious. 

The tidbit about the apparently sentient ship doubling its size earned an impressed whistle. “Well damn,” he said, glancing back to Dreaded Wings again as he tried to imagine just how large he would get. It would have to be at least as big as the Warworld. “Yeah, I bet you’re glad he’s gonna grow real slow. Keepin’ him in energy and trying to keep up a whole colony of guys on top of that must cost a fortune, even if it is a small one...unless you plan on feedin’ him planets or something. Or at least the stuff you find on em’.” 

Turning his attention back to Ice Queen, he had to hide a grin of his own, optic ridges rasing instead as hand swept dramatically to his chest. "You mean to tell me I ain't really been rubbin' elbows with actual royalty out here in the space boonies?" 

overdorklord‌:

At the first word, which was just: “hey”, Overlord shuddered visibly. Not because Blue seemed aggressive, not at all. It was just the first sound the mech heard after he prepared for much much worse. He expected a shot, a stab or something else more painful. Instead it was just a greeting, a bit awkward too one could say.  It was the same reaction a bomb disposal officer would have had if while working, he heard the sound of glass breaking. Nothing harmful, but subconsciously the poor mech was prepared for much worse at the first sound he heard. And the same happened now. But when the mech in front of him talked again and finally said his name, the Sixer somehow wondered how he couldn’t have realized who it was right away. The blue optics open wide a second ago went a little more dim for an instant, then turned back like before. This was Blue Bacchus, and Overlord was affectionate to him. Very. But then… he was still afraid someone else might have walked in. Someone dangerous, who knows. The second move the copter decided to use also resulted a good choice even if at first it only earned a second shudder. Overlord saw the vial and right away, the shiny object reminded of something sharp, but in a second he already understood what it was. The medicine Rossum gave him. So, Rossum was out there… probably guarding his cell, so the possibility someone dangerous would get in were… very little. Rossum was small but he could reduce someone to spare parts if he became aggressive. So Overlord relaxed a bit more, still shivering lightly but not shuddering as much anymore, even his vents became less irregular. He still didn’t say a thing though.  He listened to Blue Bacchus talk. Yes… everyone was… afraid for him, worried. Some probably even shocked. Those who saw him when Tarn brought him back, surely were. He knew it, he…  he even still felt so wounded and messed up. Reason why he stood in the dark, hiding, thinking to be revolting and a terrible sight. Even if Rossum did put him back together, Overlord was in constant pain without the drug he was given…. and he still felt like the wounds were there. Well… at least Blue didn’t seem all that disgusted. At least he seemed happy to know he was alive. The Sixer opened his mouth to talk but nothing came out. He pulled himself up to sit in his nest of blankets, becoming more visible. «Blue…» Overlord finally managed to talk, making a weird expression, as if he was surprised to hear his own voice. Yes… even his voice was different when prisoner. After three years of hearing only that ugly sound his words made, most of the time forming pleads or just cries for help… his own normal voice, talking normally was weird. The sixer opened a servo to take the vial, nodding at Blue Bacchus’ request to get closer. «Blue Bacchus» he it lightly his lip, trying not to make his voice all shaky like he was about to cry «Thank you…. thanks- For… for coming to see me, I… you’re… you…» he looked over at him, trying to spot any injuries. It didn’t seem the case. «I… hm. You look g-good too. I’m glad.» he was. Really. If he saw another mech all covered in wounds, he’d really start to lose his mind.

The shudder his greeting earned him had Blue standing still, trying his best not to fidget with the vial as Overlord looked him over. He'd wait until the Phase Sixer had done all he needed, mentally and physically, to assure himself that Blue wasn't a threat. If he kept his em field and his expression placid but friendly enough, he hoped it would help Overlord become more comfortable. It was easier said than done, given how hard it was to see the other mech in the state he was in now. Still, his smile became more genuine once he caught the look of recognition in the other's optics, even if it was only brief. The continued silence was still awkward but the fact that Overlord apparently continued to relax was reassuring, at the very least.

Blue had to admit that he was relieved when Overlord finally spoke, however. It even managed to get a genuine smile from the ex-cop. Even if it was just his name, even if his voice sounded broken, it was still more tangible than an expression. Blue had thought he'd never hear the other mech again. Even as Overlord shifted, Blue kept his optics on him this time. He looked good, physically, now that he was more visible and that was enough to help distract from the other, more prominent, signs of distress in the room. For a very brief moment, Blue wanted to forget Rossum's warnings and simply throw his arms around the other in relief. 

Thankfully for the both of them, Blue had also become well-practiced at tamping down on those pesky emotional derived impulses. Instead, he simply closed the space between the two of them with careful movements, stopping just within arms reach of Overlord’s outstretched hand. There he simply deposited the vial gently before retreating back – just as carefully – to where he’d been standing, wanting to give the other mech plenty of space. “Hey, you ain’t gotta thank me for that. M’just glad I can.” Though he said it gently, his own voice sounded odd to him, in this room. “Yeah?” He glanced down at his own frame for a moment with a huff that he hoped was at least a little humorous. “Good to know. I’m...glad too, I guess…”

Normally, he would have known what to say to keep their conversation going. Or at least, Blue thought he would have. But much to his frustration, he found himself unsure of just what to do as the two lapsed into silence again. Where did he even begin? Did he begin at all? For a moment his optics flicked to the berth. He hated to keep standing over the other mech like this. He certainly didn’t want to give off the impression that he was looming. It probably wasn’t helping the other's anxiety. There weren’t any chairs that he had seen and although the berth would still put him somewhat higher than Overlord, it was arguably less imposing than standing over him. The floor was fine too he supposed. He didn’t much care where he ended up, so long as it put him eye level with the other mech. “Do you mind if I, uh, sit?” he asked, looking back to Overlord. Maybe it would be better to see if he had a preference. 

The voice caught him off guard and Blue turned, giving the femme beside him a once over. “Oh yeah?” Lips quirked into a smirk at the little wave. “And who am I supposed to be, huh?”

@sh00terblue

“Oh, gosh. I know you!” She quickly caught herself, a hand giving an awkward wave. “I-I mean – I mean I know of you!”

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omicrontheicequeen‌:

The dragonic predacon shifted and transformed, streaching her wings and rhen legs before reaching for the offered cygarette. Carefully with her talons, inspecting the thing before handing it back between two claws before realizing the thing was on her scale. She was not used to that, ot many other mecha as big as her or just an bit taller.

“I dont think I’ve had one big enough for me in a l3ing time.” It had beeen a while after all and Ice Queen was bigger then she was the last time. But she shifted and used the talons on the other hand to try and make a spark, but just resorted to a breathing out an short flame. “I’m already addicted to copper thanks to my beast mode. What’s one more thing?”

The big femme laughed next at the comment about her ship, “Dreaded Wings is big enough the whole colony and crew have room to run around and grow. As he does.”

Taking a slight step back to give the predacon room to transform, Blue couldn’t help but notice that suddenly, he’d gained a bit of height on the femme. So. The tables had turned. Apparently she was still big enough to keep his cygarette, though.

“Guess that’s the way it goes when you’re on the bigger side,” he said with a snort. “Even if some of us are apparently on the shorter side of big,” he added, giving Ice Queen something of a playful but smug smile, antenna flicking back. He would have gone on to offer the femme a light, if she hadn’t proceeded to take care of it herself, much to Blue’s amusement. “Hey, that’s a pretty neat trick!” Her next words earned a laugh as well as a clap on the shoulder, “that’s the spirit! Never heard of somebody gettin’ their fix on copper but hey, whatever works for ya.”

His own cygarette was almost finished. Tamping it out on his waist armor before flicking it aside, he fished his nearly empty pack out again. “Well the thing looks big enough for a whole colony and then some. Guess that’s where the whole ‘Queen’ thing comes in. I kinda wondered about that.” The size of the ship's crew wasn’t really anything inconceivable to him, not after his time on the Warworld. Although he had to wonder if its crew came anywhere close to the number Dreaded Wings apparently held. 

“Eh…” he paused however, new cygarette halfway to his lips, to look back to Ice Queen. “Come again?” The thing growing had thrown him for a loop. “So your ship gets bigger? Like an organic or somethin’?”