Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27661770-20171212013511/@comment-27344811-20171213234628

Teh Doggo stares.

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The Asteroid Belt is an interstellar bar; a stopping points for many species.

Soundwave is here for one in particular.

People barely notice him as he approaches a table of cybertronian mercenaries. One notices him first and nudges the one with the helmet. He looks up.

"Oh, joy, anotehr one. Listen up, maggot, we are not interested in trying to spring loose Meg-"

Soundwave pounds his fist on the table. "YOU LISTEN TO ME, AND YOU LISTEN TO ME NOW. I REQUIRE YOUR SERVICES. MEGATRON HAS NO USE... YET."

Onslaught cups his hands together. The smallest one at the table grins as he flicks his Energon chip away. The Copter-kibbled one seems interested. The chunky brown one makes eye contact.

"I'm listening."

"GOOD." Soundwave slides over a holoprojector. What come sup is...

"Well, there's a sight for sore optical sensors. Miss Sari Sumdac! How convinient!" Swindle grins.

"SHE IS A THREAT TO MY OPERATIONS, NO MATTER HOW FAR SHE IS. I WANT HER DESTROYED ALONG WITH ANYTHING ELSE THAT GETS IN YOUR WAY."

"Mindless destruction. I like it." Brawl interjects.

"And what's in it for us, maggot?" Onslaught takes off the helmet. Vortex is too busy looking at his fingers. Blast Off is paying attention.

"ALONG WITH 20,000 SHANIX, YOU WILL BE SAFE FROM TEH COMNG STORM."

Swindle gives in to his greed. Onslaught gives into being safe from... whatever occurs.

"Deal."

Speaking of mercs, Tarn has decided not to leave Efgeiz on that planet when the Leigon ships uncloaked.