A fool like this

A fool like this

"Wooosh..!" The annoying, juvenal orange bot was draped over his thick, paned glass cockpit, arms stretched over Lugnut's wings, and claiming ridiculous things involving their flight.

Lugnut believed that his Lord could find use for almost anyone, and was glad to have so easily been able to convert this wayward bot to his Lord's noble cause. However, he would be glad to be rid of his too-close, and shrieky-kind of loud companion as soon as appropriate. The bot reminded him actually, of someone else quite annoying to him.

The bomber jet growled as Wreck-Gar squeezed his thighs tighter around his haul, attempting to hold on with only his legs as he sat up and held his arms out outstretched.

"Get back down, you fool! The wind will knock you off, and then you will be scatted pieces of scrap and of no use to our Glorious Lord Megatron!"

Though perhaps, that wasn't quite true. He could simply collect the Allspark shard from within the orange mech's wreckage, and bring that back to his Lord Megatron. Such decisions weren't for him to decide though, or to allow in any other way to be taken from his Lord.

"I will be.. useless pieces of scrap?!" Wreck-gar asked, grip loosening steadily as the wind pulled at his broad, blocky frame. He voice did not sound as if he was thinking that would be anything less than wonderful. Lugnut was getting used to this. He growled mightily and transformed, grabbing Wreck-gar by one waving lower arm just before he was ripped away entirely. "Fooll!" He yelled in the orange bot's face, elongating the word.

The orange bot only smiled. "I am Wreck-gar. I amm a fool."

Lugnut considered that, grabbing the bot's other arm so it would stop flailing around. "No. Lord Megatron will make you useful. You will at least be a useful fool."

Wreck-gar seemed delighted; but then, the larger Decepticon in the short time since finding him, didn't recall ever having seen him not look this way.

The larger mech was very glad to see the base was near as he glanced down to check their location. Letting the earthling garbage carrier down on the ground, to drive himself being an even more frustrating option, Lugnut transformed again and slung the orange mech, and new Decepticon, onto his back; instructing him to keep himself down, and keep his hands out of the bomber plane's wide transformation seams.

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Much more happy to touch down on ground than most flyers would normally be, Lugnut placed Wreck-gar down beside him, much less than gently. Wreck-gar bounced slightly and stumbled, but soon looked joyfully around, looking at all the pretty scenery. He walked fearlessly up to the cliff's edge nearby, and looked down at the water rippling and running steadily a great distance below his pedes. He could see a tire half embedded in the bank down there, and wanted very much to go grab it up and put it in his pack.

Lugnut grabbed with his thick pinchers around the back of the boxy orange helm, stopping Wreck-gar just before he walked off the edge, forgetting or not quite realizing he could not actually fly on his own.

Lugnut did not bother scowling him, but only glared. He turned Wreck-gar around and pushed him forward. "This way!"

They went into the large hole in the rock face opposite the drop and the stream. Wreck-gar ooed at the dark gray and purple-lighted walls around them. "Is this a house?" He asked excitedly.

Lugnut wondered if his Lord would mind very much, if he were to damage the new recruit with at least a few minor dents to its frame.

He pushed the orange mech along in the right direction each time Wreck-gar tried to wander off into some brighter lighted room or dark crossing passage way, becoming less careful in holding back his strength each time as Wreck-gar seemed to hardly notice at all.


With an almost relieved grunt from Lugnut, they finally reached the center control room. Though, Lord Megatron was not here. Lugnut however spotted the bot he had been made to think of before. He hurriedly dragged Wreck-gar to him, leaving the orange mech with Blitzwing to watch as he went off to find Lord Megatron.

Blitzwing turned from his monitor, blinking once after Lugnut in confusion and then facing the strange bot, whose chest bore an oddly depthless Decepticon insignia. Wreck-gar loudly introduced himself and his most current subtitle with a wide smile and outstretched hand.

Blitzwing's icy faceplate stared at the mech. He tilted his helm slightly to one side and smiled very thinly, then switched to random.
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