Rogue Wave

The sun was bright on that late spring afternoon, the heat from the streets rising from under dark workman boots. With every step, the clinking of glass could be heard from the bulging paper bag that Wave held under his arm. His other hand was busy adjusting a beanie over his earcaps as he looked around the block for any police bots that might be lurking in the city’s corners. Not that he minded a fight though; in fact, he always look forward to a good scrap when it came to him. But Wave was more worried about losing his precious cargo in a fistfight than the threat of being dismantled. 

As he walked further south towards an old warehouse teleporter, he noticed something that caught his eye in an allyway. In the dim light, he could see something shinning, like metal and the odd, half finished graffiti that scrawled it’s mark on the ally’s walls. Curious, Wave walked inside, looking around until he noticed a familiar face. It was Pump. His arm was broken, held on to only a thin braid of circuits. His chest was crushed, and his electronic innards were exposed, their dying sparks still  sizzling as Wave moved closer. 

Wave carefully put down his bag and keeled down to inspect the damage. “Shit. What the hell happened to you Pump? Who the fuck did you mess with?” 

He didn’t expect a reply and he got none from the metal mess. There was no one around to help the poor bastard, so Wave hauled Pump over his shoulder like a big tuna and hung the bag of liquor around the other’s neck. As Wave walked towards the warehouse and to the teleporter that lied inside, he whispered, “Don’t worry. I got you.”  

starry-are-the-heavens asked: >It's been crazy around here lately and I think I'm going to explode....but I might ask Miss Plum out again. Even if I wasn't very serious about it the first time.

> You’ve got nothing to lose. I wish you luck brother. 

dwn033-gravityman:

waveman034 said: Look, he doesn’t give a fuck about any other line except his own. But you know what? That’s true about every single bot in this place. Anyways, I think Flash was just pissed because that you kept on asking him about things.

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Asking about a project that he suggested I work on is a reason to get upset? I may be missing something, but I fail to see how that makes sense, Waveman.

I already know that most robots here favor their own line. They don’t treat other lines like shit though, do they? Not all of them. That’s what I take issue with. I don’t believe anyone in this fortress deserves to be treated that way without at least an explanation of some kind.

We’re on an island, run by a doctor who doesn’t give a fuck about anyone, filled with robots who don’t give a shit. Why the hell does it surprise you that Flash gets pissed off? He doesn’t need a reason because we don’t give a damn about feelings here. So do what you want, but don’t make a big deal about it, alright? 

starry-are-the-heavens:

waveman034:

Alright, alright. But be careful about the boozing. You might not be smiling the next time if you fuck something up. 

….Yeeeeah. I didn’t even mean to drink that whole bottle.

I’d actually been saving it for a special occasion, but I’m really glad Ivan convinced me not to fly around drunk. >////////<

You can’t rely on friends to save your ass Star. If you’re having a rough night, you can talk to me or the rest of your brothers. And you can’t drink your problems away. It’ll just fuck things up more then they already are.  

starry-are-the-heavens:

 

That’s not….true…

…

I did plenty of smiling when I was drunk the other day.

And when I played pingpong with Ivan.

[Star decidedly left out the part where he smiled when Tengu came around at night. Nobody seemed particularly fond of him around here.]

Alright, alright. But be careful about the boozing. You might not be smiling the next time if you fuck something up. 

starry-are-the-heavens:

waveman034 said: I just want to see you happy Star. You get stressed out too easily over shit.

*sigh*Gyro would say I’m just ‘moody,’ but I’m starting to realize most of it is majorly my own fault. Which hurts a little to admit.

Nothing wrong with being moody. We are all some point or another. I’m just starting to wonder if you’ve ever cracked a smile these past months. 

Anonymous asked: What makes you smile?

Alotta things do. Fish, beer, women, the beach, hell even my downtime between work puts a smile on my face. It doesn’t take much to make me happy. 

YOU AND ME, MAN, WE’RE ON THE SAME WAVELENGTH

This is why you’re a pal of mine. 

pumpingitup:

waveman034 replied to your post: Ah, FANTASTIC. Okay, I just got Flippers on the…

Glad I’m not the only one telling this fucker off.

Maker, I get told what to do by the humans enough as it is… like hell I’m just letting someone add to that.

Yeah, I get you. I only take orders from Dr. Wily and the 2s. But this fucker hasn’t done anything to earn our respect.