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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2012 12:03 am
by Galvatron
Galvatron laughs histerically at the comment.
As foolish and absent minded he may be, That conehead is a loyal Decepticon. He would not destroy the Nemesis crew unless he was told to do so by myself or my former self Meg----

What if--?

Psychotron! Evaluate Dirge's memory banks. If there is any. And see if there is any information I need to know.


With only spending a short period of time with the Decepticons, Pshycotron knows that giving Dirge a psychriatric evaluation is going to take a lot of work and might not be a good idea. Not even a professional psychiatrist wants to know what's going on inside Dirge's brain. But he humbly says...
As you command my Lord.

Psychotron and Dirge step into a small room and close the door. Psychotron puts on his black framed eye glasses and lights a tobacco pipe. He then grabs a notepad and pen and sits down in a leather chair.

Have a seat on the giant couch Dirge.
I want you to tell me about your earliest memories of your youth.

Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2012 6:44 am
by Rhymus
Since Galvatron does not command Ejectochair to punish Dirge, and in fact calls for Dirge to be given a therapy session, the bodyguard decides to change back into chair mode. In fact, he attempts to make himself useful in Dirge's session by providing a seat for the psychiatrist Psychotron. Unfortunately, Ejectochair's timing is slightly off, and he winds up landing on top of Psychotron instead of beneath him.

Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2012 9:52 pm
by Galvatron
OOOOF!!! Get off of me you clunkering junk can!
Psychotron, pushes off Ejectochair with ease.

Wow, I never realised I had such strength! Those Decepticons might have done me a favor! I have never been so strong! With this new cyborg body, nothing is impossible! Perhaps, one day I shall command my own army of giant alien robots.

Ejectorchair finally transforms into the necessary furniture and Psychotron sits down to evaluate Dirge. He looks over and sees Dirge laying on the couch fast asleep.

CONK!
Psychotron hits Dirge in the head...

Wake up you overgrown tea-kettle!

Meanwhile, Galvatron sits upon his thrown petting Ravage on his lap.

Why are we not flying the Nemesis yet?
Why are we not causing chaos!?
Why are we just sitting here?
Why am I asking so many questions?

Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 3:09 am
by Rhymus
Bored from working to repair the Nemesis, Fasttrack decides to secretly enlist the aid of Scorponok's army of Guardminders. Fasttrack does not tell Scorponok, reasoning that what Scorponok doesn't know won't hurt him. With so many Guardminders on the job, the Nemesis is soon back in working condition, even if it is not in the best condition it could be.

After the Nemesis is more or less repaired, Fasttrack is still bored, so he activates the nearest interface of the communications system for some prank calls. He dials a random number and, when the connection is established, he asks, "Is your refrigerator running?"

The number Fasttrack dialed turns out to be Solder's. Solder says, "Cold War went out for a jog, if that's what you're asking. Is that you, Fasttrek? Why are you colored like Optimus Prime?" ((By now, Fasttrack's earlier coating of Cheez Whiz has mostly dripped off of him--all over the Nemesis, possibly getting into a system or two where it will cause things to go hilariously haywire later on.)) "And how did you get on this channel? This frequency is supposed to be exclusively reserved for communications to and from the Nemesis."

"Um, I'm on the Nemesis? Galvatron led us here. Well, somebody led us here, I'm not sure who--it could've been Galvatron. Skywarp and I were a little late. Or Megaplex, I should say, since Skywarp changed his name--"

"You found the Nem-- Galvatron is back!? Let me talk to him!"

While Fasttrack is debating whether or not to annoy Solder some more before letting the Seeker speak to Galvatron, the communicator chirps. "Oh, hang on, Solder, getting another call." Fasttrack switches over to the new signal before Solder has a chance to say anything. "Thank you for calling Destron Pizza. What is your credit card number?"

The voice on the other end of the line is pre-recorded. "--unidentified hostiles. Think... Four Autobot craft, I think, and I think six Decepticon craft--various ship classes--all adrift now, engines gone or offline. Counting the crews of all the ships, maybe a hundred Transformers in all... at least there were. I can't raise anyone else on the comm. Any Autobot or Decepticon forces receiving this transmission, please send assistance... Message repeats. This is the Autobot Drumroll, aboard Decepticon battle cruiser TFL-539-NPC-404. This vessel was participating in joint maneuvers under Autobot-Decepticon truce against unidentified hostiles. Think... Four Autobot craft, I think, and I think six Decepticon craft--"

Fasttrack listens to the message twice, then goes and finds Galvatron. "Hey, Boss, I think you might want to hear this. Oh, and Solder's on the other line."