Operation 001 - This is not my beautiful house!

[autoerotica]

[Action - 748 Partridge Drive - locked to housemates and neighbors]

[Knock Out shifts in bed, sighing at the softness of the sheets. Much more luxurious than his recharge bunk back on the Nemesis, that's for sure. His eyes open, and for a moment, he feels different, but in a good way; his body isn't aching all over from being hit by a train. He reaches up to feel his face, smiling at the smoothness before stopping, his expression freezing. He rubs his face again, his fingers now pressing into the soft skin of his cheeks, his eyes widening. He holds his hand up to look at it, and gasps at the sight of a human hand. Ignoring everything else around him, he jumps out of bed, running to the closest mirror and checking...

He rubs his eyes, then rubs them again. His face isn't his. No sleek curves, no sheen of well-polished metal, no deep paint detailing, not even his beautiful glowing optics. Just 100% pure USDA-grade human meat.

Which, naturally, elicits a blood-curdling howl from him.]

[Phone]

I don't care where I am right now, because quite frankly, that's the least of my worries.

I want to know just who took my body and put me in this... this... disgusting skinsuit!

Comments

[Phone//Filter]

[pnshandnslv]

-There was a pause... just making sure no one in the house is listening...-

Are you ... another Autobot?

[Phone//Filter]

[autoerotica]

[A derisive snort is the response.]

Hardly.

...wait, another?

[Phone//Filter]

[pnshandnslv]

Hmm...

-His voice lowers into a near growl.-

Perhaps it would be better if we were to... meet in... person...

[Phone//Filter]

[autoerotica]

Perhaps.

Unless this is some kind of ploy.

[Phone//Filter]

[pnshandnslv]

Clever. Then we shall continue to discuss this over the phone.

[Phone//Filter]

[autoerotica]

It's how one stays alive.

Then, it's my turn to ask. Where do your allegiances lie, hm? Your friends, your enemies, your commander.

[Phone//Filter]

[pnshandnslv]

I was far too eager to know, as I have run into two Autobots, myself... and if I am to remain hidden from my enemies as best I can, under the current situation...

Friends are unnecessary in times of war, allies... are what I'm seeking. Decepticons. Lord Megatron is my commander.

[Phone//Filter]

[autoerotica]

Hmm hmm hmm. [You can almost hear that smile.] Spoken like someone on the right side of the war, my friend.

Maybe a face-to-face isn't such a bad idea after all.

[Phone//Filter]

[pnshandnslv]

Then might I inquire your location?

[Phone//Filter]

[autoerotica]

748 Partridge Drive.

[Phone//Filter]

[pnshandnslv]

Then expect me... shortly.

[Phone//Filter]

[autoerotica]

Be still my gears.

Action...? :D

[pnshandnslv]

[It took a while, and he had hoped that the other was still there when he arrived. He'd feel a fool if someone else had entered... This had to be the right address. Narrowing his eyes, he knocked on the door.]

Action! :D

[autoerotica]

[Knock Out leisurely went to the door, opening it and looking over the stranger standing there. Rough around the edges, a bit untrustworthy...it all made the medic smile as he leaned forward.]

I suppose we both look our parts. Come in, please.

:D!!! Action!

[pnshandnslv]

[He sneered for a moment, but gave the other a small nod. Stepping in, he quickly had to have a look around the place. As long as they were alone, then he could continue with some... questioning.]

Right, then...

[Barricade then turned and went directly back over to the other.]

First and foremost... if you are in allegiance with the Decepticons, let it be known that two of them are already here... You'll know them... when you see them...

Action!

[autoerotica]

[Knock Out lofted a brow at his guest's curtness, but remained quiet. With the little teaser of info, he reached up, pinching the bridge of his nose with a wince in his eyes.]

Scrap it all... two? I swear, if one of them is that little dipstick Bumblebee... [His voice trailed into a growl.]

CUT! D<

[pnshandnslv]

[The name alone, seems to cause the other to bristle.]

Bumblebee... is not here... and if he was...

[His hand clenched hard enough to cause his forearm to tremble. A sigh, and he relaxed.]

... Two Autobots, by the names of Sideswipe and Jolt. They have already gained their... normal bodies back...

Take it from the top!

[autoerotica]

I see you like that pile of slag as much as I do.

[He shook his head.]

Neither of them sound familiar to me, but if they have their bodies back, I can see why there's reason to be concerned.

I was looking at the lights?

[pnshandnslv]

[A tilt of the head.]

How is it... you're not familiar with those two...?

[His hand went up to dismiss the question.]

Nevermind... what is important is yes, with their original bodies, they could cause some serious harm. It's bad enough I live next door to one...

Do you need a moment with the script again?

[autoerotica]

It's not like this war's been spanning an expanse of time and space or anything. [He rolls his eyes.] I can't be expected to remember the names of every Autobot.

[Slowly, he nodded.] Indeed. Though am I correct in assuming you've kept yourself under their radar, so to speak?

ffffffff

[pnshandnslv]

Hn.

[That's all he had to say about that apparently.]

Listen well... should this town be kind enough to you... it will reward you with parts of who you once were. Perhaps you've been well informed of this already?

[autoerotica]

[Well then.]

Not well informed, but it's been brought to my attention a few times. I can exercise a little patience in this case.

Have you been fortunate enough to regain anything?

[pnshandnslv]

I have.

[He carefully removed the glove that covered his hand, and held it up for show.]

While I can easily rip into a human's throat, that would only cause unwanted attention towards me... and I do not need those Autobots to lose whatever "trust" I've gained from them.

I plan on attacking them when they're not expecting it...

[autoerotica]

[He leaned in, intrigued by the revealed metal talons.]

Veeeery nice. Now those are the proper instruments of destruction.

Well, then. Perhaps by the time you're prepared to strike, I can offer some kind of assistance beyond being a useless meatsack.

[pnshandnslv]

[The only problem was... once he got the glove off, it was a hassle trying to get it back on. He was managing, and continued speaking.]

I came upon a... droid of sorts... who explained to me about the post office...