The jet moved down to the boarding ramp of the ship, transforming to robot mode. "I wasn't trying to cause trouble."
"Catclaw, former Decepticon bartender!~.... Hopefully to become Neutral Bartender!" She held out her hand to shake hers.
"Razorrod. Former Autobot warrior." She shook the cat-con's hand. "So you here to do some exploring?" ((Razorrod is a she))
The mech turned and put his hand on his SIC's shoulder. "My friend, judging from the call I just got, yes, people are going to show up." He smirked and began to walk outside. As much as he enjoyed his title as captain, he hated being cooped up inside a bridge for too long. He looked around and grinned as he transformed into his very sleek sport like alt mode and revved his engine, flooding the ship's hallways with the roar of it as he zoomed through the hallways, past the newcomers and out of the gangplank.
Catclaw thought for a moment. "Hmm... I mean, I guess exploring would be fun.... I just... I really don't wanna stay on Cybertron. I know it's supposed to be our home, everyone's home, I just don't feel comfortable there. There's a lot of anti-Decepticon NAILS hanging around, and they look at us all the same, even the non-combatants."
However Charger shouted as he screeched to a halt, having completely forgotten the gangplank was actually still in use. He transformed and rubbed his tires, which were smoking a hint from his sudden stop. "I uh..." He couldn't seem to find the words, as a captain of his first voyage and out of his bridge. "It's a, pleasure, to have all of you aboard for the ride!" He said to everyone in the area. He was embarrassed, just a hint.
Midway followed assuming her robot form once more. "Well ma'am I'm afraid you can't just circle round a ship and hope not to cause trouble," She said being to scold the other bot. "Now if you would just state your name and business."
"Well then make your way up the ramp and cliam your hab suite please." "Or talk to him," Midway sighed with an eyeroll
((I'll use colors for dialogue because I'm ADD like that)) Nett’s tools rattled as he bordered sharply the Distant Star back to the entrance. He had finished a last outer hull check up before the launch as per protocol, replacing only one panel of a totally-not-delicate section. Alright, he may have yanked around a piece of metal. Frankly, he couldn’t wait a klik longer to down a chop of that sweet distilled engex after all this grunt work. He skidded to the right once more onto the ramp, tools and broken panels threatening to fall out of his compartment, and met with a wall of mechs impeding his path. “Move it, move it!” He honked twice a grating sound, a cross between a rough mineral grinding against a board and a deflating balloon. As he squeezed his way through the line, Nett transformed back into his robot mode not before catching his tools and the broken panel in his short arms. He stared up at Midway's clipboard for a klik, and drawled, “Nett here, repair-mech under engineering crew.” He wasn’t sure the commanding crew even remembered the little guys they hired such as he. Not that grunts were even worth remembering.
"Yes ma'am, I'm Charger the captain of this ship and the head of crew that you'll be a part of. It's a pleasure to meet you." He said as he held his hand out for a handshake. He then noticed Nett and smiled a little. "Oh yes the bot in charge of keepin' the ship right on course. A pleasure to see you again Nett." Charger commented
"G'day Nett," said Midway placing a check mark next to engineer's name. "Glad you finished without any injury." ------------- Meanwhile on the bridge Suta approached Crossfire and sighed. "The wonderous captian of the Distant Star.......We're screwed."
"Decepticon with a 007 history. Fantastic." He smiled. "Former Autobot, former FORMER racer." He showed her the large 24 on his side.
She shrugs. "It's mostly just good for party tricks really." Whisper comments, forming a hologram of the ship floating in front of her.
