Play Time Is Over}OPEN

[Danielle Messick]

February 18th, 2025
3:45 AM

Of all things one might add to question the sanity of this seventeen year old, you'd only give up hope on her as she sat in what appeared to be a lawn chair. Laid back, watching the device emit a false distress call for fellow Decepticons to be suckered in. She was scanning her eyes over a car magazine, looking around for anything that might catch her eye, as if Decepticon baiting was another casual thing in her every day schedule.

This gizmo wasn't for just any Decepticon, no, a distress call sounding as though coming from an injured mech. She was hoping to lure out the well-rounded, red medic known as Knockout. The man-made beacon sat out, in the open, not very large at all and sticking out of the ground while she sat away in hiding beneath the cover of trees. It probably wouldn't take long to guess her location if one were to look hard enough. Next to her, a cooler with water and fruit. On the other side, her warp missile cannon, loaded and ready to go with two missiles inside. Beside it, a few of its kin that she had built. There was a large, heavy duty automatic machine gun with belts of explosive rounds and in case she lost that, an Energon cannon fit for her size beside it. One that wasn't too difficult to run with. Plan B for defense purposes, she had explosives and a modified M60 strapped to her back, loaded with explosive Energon rounds. Danny wasn't going anywhere without getting on his and possibly Breakdown's death list tonight.

Why on God's green Earth did she want this? Believe it or not, when she was bored, and this was her favorite hobby. Build these weapons, and try them out on her favorite Decepticon. She appeared to have taken a shining eye towards Knockout and Breakdown, these two, were to fall victim to her past-time wars.

[Shockwave]

The distress call reached the wrong Decepticon this night. Shockwave had picked it up, but had no recollection of any Decepticons that had been in the area. His single red optic cast a light like a bright red spotlight through the darkness as he made his way toward the area. It actually puzzled him as to what this was coming from, but quickly he had logically concluded that this was simply because it was a trap. This was why he had his weapon ready and was going to proceed as cautiously as a titanic Decepticon could. His foot-steps were heard and shook the ground slightly as he finally entered the area where the signal was located. Something was here or someone and so far he did not see any Decepticons through the darkness, so what was going on?

[Danielle Messick]

"What the frag?" Danielle looked up from her readings, the ground quaking every few seconds or so and shaking her with it. She dropped said magazine and anything else that might of been in her hand, scrambling up out of her seat to gawk at the large, red cyclops. That was NOT what she was wanting to lure in to a trap! There was, there was no way in hell!

She kicked over her fordable, easy to car chair before reaching for the warp cannon she had packed up for Knockout and Breakdown specially. She took aim at the over sized Decepticon, in slight shock at her luck of whom had decided to answer the call instead. She would shut it off herself, but, she wasn't going out there in plain sight. Perhaps actually, now might be a good time to pack up and leave, quietly. Her signal was harder to reach, but not impossible. {"Dear Primus."}

[Shockwave]

There was shuffling and he could barely hear it amongst the cloak of darkness. His red optic moved like a spotlight still as he searched for the source of the noise and concluded whoever was making the noise probably also used the beacon. Eventually the blood red light bathed over the human as Shockwave had finally noticed her. It only took a split-second for him to realize where the distress signal was coming from and he aimed his large canon at the human female. "Explain the reason you have released a false distress signal." He said, glancing around quickly, "Hypothesis one: A trap from the Autobots. Extreme caution must be exercised." He spoke in a robotic voice as he waited for the human to begin to explain before he would fire at her. She had best have the means of getting out quickly. Shockwave was never one for patience but he did want to see why she had done this and if he was right.

[Blindspot]

It was sheer luck (whether it was good luck or bad luck would be determined later) that Danny’s signal reached VC-207, more commonly known to his friends as Blindspot, at all.

He was on his way home after an uneventful patrol. He didn’t mind the fact that he would be going to the Nemesis empty-handed. It was nice enough to get out of the ship and drive about on the tarmac, feeling the wind against his chassis. He especially liked it at night, when there was nothing but darkness swallowing the road in both directions.

Then, of all things, a distress signal had pinged him--and not just any distress signal, but a distress signal specifically modulated to indicate a wounded Cybertronian. Blindspot, normally a protective of his kinsmen even at the best of times, was absolutely helpless to resist. The urge to heal rose from his very spark itself, and he immediately altered course, spinning on the road to about-face in a screech of tires.

Engine rattling wildly, he barreled towards the distress signal as fast as he could. When he ran out of road, he shifted to bot mode, moving quickly and nimbly over the ground until he was forced to skid to a stop at the sight of Shockwave, of all mechs. Blindspot cocked his head curiously and slowed as he approached. He did not know Shockwave, but he rather looked up to the scientist. The drone was something of an intellectual himself, though few knew it. To most of his officers, he was just another drone. There was no reason for Shockwave to think of him any differently.

From Blindspot’s angle, he couldn’t immediately see Danny. “Sir? Are you injured?” Though he looked more or less identical to his drone brethren, his voice was very distinct. It came out as a soft, rattling rasp, the product of a clearly-damaged vocoder. “What is--oh.” He halted when he saw Danny standing in the glare of Shockwave’s single brilliant optic. “It is a human… er, pup.”

He cocked his head. Unlike his larger kinsman, Blindspot’s body language showed more curiosity than aggression.

[Danielle Messick]

She looked like a child that had been caught reaching into Satan's cookie jar. She couldn't even blink with what her bait had brought in, noticing the drone as well though he worried less about him compared to Shockwave. Sh didn't even move to brush her bangs out of the way of her olive eyes, slowly reaching up with her right hand to tuck the Autobot insignia dog tag she wore beneath her plain white t-shirt. "Uh.." How in the hell, did something like this happen? Perhaps, she could play it dumb, as dumb as a seventeen year old wielding large, obviously Cybertronian tech modified weaponry. "I saw some of you earlier, got curious, you know what." Oh, this ought to be good. "I think I just learned not to mess with things like this so, I'm going to just, go now. Sorry to take up your time. Won't happen, ever again."

She didn't release her hold on the large cannon she wielded, still aiming straight at the large purple mech with some surprise and 'oh shit' still left in her overall demeanor.

[Shockwave]

It spoke and Shockwave simply stood there. Oh yes, the humans spoke a different language than the Cybertronians. He had picked up on their language. It was only logical to tell his victim what he was about to do than to just flat-out say it in Cybertronian language. "Negative, it is illogical that you would have found such equipment lying around." He said, though he did not know how to tell when someone was lying. It was then he heard another approaching and moved his optic to look to Blindspot. Now, where did he come from and what was he doing here? Well, no doubt he was simply answering the signal like Shockwave was. This human should learn that if she made the sound of a wounded prey, it could call in the predators, metaphorically speaking. It would be logical to instill the fear of him into her but it seemed she was ready to fight back. "Warning: do not fire on me." He said as he looked to the human again and then looked to the other 'Con, "Destroy the beacon." He commanded. If Blindspot could not take away the 'toys' this human had a hold of, then Shockwave would do it himself. Humans should not have access to such things. Really, she was just lucky that he did not decide to kill her.

[Blindspot]

Blindspot cocked his head first at the girl, and then towards his superior. He was a good drone, very dutiful to his commanders, and nodded without hesitation. “Of course, sir.” He lthen set about looking for the beacon, stepping forward. He could shoot at it, but Blindspot had terrible aim, and he didn’t want to accidentally blow away the human pup.

Unless Danny had moved the beacon, it wouldn’t be terribly hard for Blindspot to trot up to it and simply pluck it off the ground, assuring the girl as he moved near her, “Calm down, I will not hurt you, human larva.” Blindspot was no warrior, but it was still no difficult task for him to snap the beacon. The distress signal stopped bombarding his sensors, and he felt his restless spark quieting. There was no-one here to heal.

In the wake of the waning desperation, annoyance rose. He turned to look to Danny. “That was an exceedingly foolish thing to do, little one,” he rasped, “do you realize you could have been killed? Primus, what were you thinking?” He didn’t seem to think there was anything odd at all about lecturing the young human as if he were her schoolmaster instead of a strange Decepticon.

It might have been amusing, had Danny not been the target of some impressive weaponry. Blindspot was a undoubtedly intimidating figure: all sleek dark angles in gleaming midnight purple, bathed in the red light of his commander’s optic, with his own viciously red optical strip glaring at her… tutting at the girl like some kind of enormous metal mother hen.

[Danielle Messick]

(( xD She's not that close to the Beacon, she's not stupid lol, but, oh well. She wouldn't want KO and Breakdown to find her, she'd want them to find the Beacon and then her weapon blast. ))

Of course, she could say she got them from a friend, but, trying to make this guy happy with a logical explanation, in the end, might end the same. She wasn't going to let him think for a moment that she was, indeed, a Techno Organic. Besides, if those two thought her human, then perhaps maybe they would look less to rough her up.

When Blindspot decided to cautiously let her know he meant her no harm, it was both relief, and cute. He was damn right he wasn't going to hurt Danielle Gwendolyn Messick, she would send his ass to Timbuktu with that cannon. That is of course, if she could land a hit on the speedy drone. She gave him a bit of stink eye, the one inherited by her father whilst keeping her aim on Shockwave who she agreed with when it came to not wanting to fire, miss, and piss him off.

Still bathed in the red death light that she wanted most of all to get out of, her stink eye became less than pleased but at the same time, it looked like she could laugh when this mech started lecturing her. Back at the base, perhaps only Optimus or Ratchet might tell her these things, but for the most part, unless she did something on a LARGE scale, it would appear none such came from her medic father.

Looking up at both Shockwave, and the one he colored scarlet in the dark of night's early morning, Danny was tempted to change targets. His raspy voice made it sound like he'd very much like to walk over and pop her head off while, he sounded like he wanted her to turn away from trouble? Danny looked back at Shockwave, and then Blindspot. He lacked a mouth, how was one to shut him up? "Yeah, I got that, big lesson learned, bye now." There was no way in hell she was turning her back on these two to pick up, if she needed to drop the warp cannon after she ran out of its specifically required, hard to build ammunition, she'd drop it for the Double X on her back and unload that on them.

[Shockwave]

What in Cybertron was Blindspot doing? He was lecturing the human? Who's side was he on? Shockwave showed no emotion as he pondered upon these things and looked back to the human as she had spoken again. It seemed she was really desiring to leave, but he was not about to let that happen. He aimed his cannon at her, knowing that one good hit could probably obliterate her and leave no remains but that was simply a hypothesis on his part considering how small humans were. "Negative, you will be remaining where you are if you were devising upon your departure. It is illogical that an ordinary human would have simply found Cybertronian technology lying around." Of course he could be dead wrong on this, but he was going to get his bluff in on this human. He could and was going to take this human as a prisoner. Why? Well, she could be of some sort of use. It was either that or terminate her life processes, "You are now under the authority and custody of Decepticons. Attempting to flee will result in termination." He said, keeping his canon trained on her as he moved to try to pick her up but was being careful in case she had some way to retaliate, that canon he spotted on her made him leery.

[Blindspot]

Blindspot was blissfully unaware of Shockwave’s confusion and vague disapproval of his actions. Had he known, he would have been very upset. Unlike some drones, he never forgot his place, and was exceedingly loyal, except under the most extreme of circumstances. Unfortunately for Shockwave, involving younglings in combat was one of those circumstances.

“Child,” Blindspot rasped, “I might merely be a drone, but I can detect youthful insincerity when I hear it. I am not impressed by your empty promises.” He cocked his head and stared at the device in her hands. “Furthermore, that looks quite danger--” it was here that Shockwave spoke, and Blindspot fell obediently quiet, turning to his superior. The sight of Shockwave’s impressive cannon aimed at the tiny human sparked instinctive apprehension in him. Though he was getting some unusual readings from Danny, he assumed it had something to do with her weapon; Blindspot had never even heard of a Techno-Organic before, so he had no reason to believe that Danny was actually a creature born of the marriage of human and Cybertronian anatomy.

In many ways, Blindspot was a good Decepticon. He followed his Lord with almost zealous dedication and detested the Autobots to the very core of his spark. In other ways, though, he was not particularly suited for his role. He was disgustingly gentle and loathe to actually hurt another, instead submitting to a deep-seated need to heal. Luckily, he’d manage to turn what he saw as a personal shortcoming into a boon for the faction he had been created to serve.

That gentleness was once more becoming an obstacle. “Sir, is that strictly necessary?” he asked apprehensively. “Surely we could just relieve the human larva of its tech. It should not be terribly difficult for Chief Soundwave to trace its origins.” He was not second-guessing Soundwave. Goodness, no, he would never second-guess one of his superiors not when the coding burned into his very processor was urging him to obey obey obey. He was merely offering counsel, like a good drone should. He had no desire to see any youngling--Cybertronian or not--come to harm.

[Danielle Messick]

She honestly, wanted to try out a few questions. Could she give it a try? Escape? She she even want to know what they'd do with her? Her weapons.. They would take those and use them against the Autobots! And it would be her fault! Not only could they be using something such as warp missiles against them, but oh man, could she really sit there and watch Autobots be captured, reprogrammed, or offlined because of her? There were many horrible things that could unravel because of her mistakes made in such short time. This time, she had brought two of her best weapons with her, and now, those were liable to fall into Decepticon hands. She would rather DIE than give them the upper hand! No one was going to die because of her actions! No Autobots anyways!

AH HELL NO! She opened fire once he was close enough, firing the two warp missiles loaded one after the other, straight at Shockwave before darting off the spot to avoid his cannon blast. "HAVE A NICE SWIM, BITCH!" Did Danny swear often? No actually, you had to put her in an AH FUCK YOU mode to do so.

She completely forgot what she had brought, dropping the empty firing device as her image tore into a blur, darting about at the left of Shockwave, meaning to gain some distance before turning. She had her moments, and now was it, hopefully. She swung her beloved pride and joy from her back into her arms, and let the brutal weapon loose on Shockwave before giving Blindspot a taste of her medicine too, darting off the spot again out of fear that Shockwave wasn't bluffing after all. Running nearly on her tip toes at their nine 'o clock.

[Shockwave]

It was then Blindspot had to open his mouth. Shockwave had thought this human would see her hopeless situation and decide to surrender peacefully but then Blindspot had to ruin it all. The giant Decepticon had barely enough time to move when the missiles came at him. As quickly as he could he lifted up and his leg moved as he began to step back. Unfortunately, the large Decepticon moved too fast and felt himself lose his balance as he pretty well tripped over his own massive feet. Shockwave's massive body tilted back before slamming against the earth. No doubt it made an indent in the ground beneath him and the area around him rumbled with a mild earthquake.

As soon as he had fallen, he bent his elbow joins and began to push himself back up. Now this human had asked for it! "Secure her Blindspot! She will either surrender herself as a prisoner or I will make sure nothing remains of her!" He said. No, he was by no means angry. His tone was as emotionless as usual and he was just simply giving the next course of action as he began to pull himself back up to his feet. He aimed his canon at her and it whirred as he began to charge it. Well, at least he had dodged the missiles shot at him.

[Blindspot]

Blindspot reacted immediately to the discharge, moving to the side with almost frightening speed, easily putting himself out of range of the missile. He very nearly activated his scrambler, but withheld, half-turning instead to watch Shockwave fall over. It wasn’t the most graceful of actions, but It helped him avoid getting sent to the middle of the sea. His orders came next, and Blindspot’s word funneled to focus solely on the retreating girl.

Drones had something like free will. They could resist orders, but it was… unpleasant. Blindspot had no will to disobey Shockwave, and he charged forward after Danny. He was much smaller than his commander, and also much, much faster. He stooped as he ran to scoop up the empty firing device with one talon, slotting it into a compartment on his back.

In the next moment he had switched to alt mode and was roaring over the ground. The grass wasn’t tall enough to heed his progress, low-slung though the vehicle was. He did not deploy his blasters. Even if he did, it would only be to herd the girl in one direction, but Blindspot’s aim was so poor that he was afraid he might actually hit her. Shockwave had ordered him to pursue the girl, and he would. He… regrettably, had been ordered to detain her, which would mean he might have to (eurgh) touch the little thing.

He was grateful that Shockwave had not ordered him to harm her, because Blindspot very simply would not, and directly disobeying orders always made his processor hurt.

“Human larva!” He called to her, his voice barely carrying over the sound of his engine. It rattled oddly, making a curious knocking noise that didn’t sound like his engine was in any kind of good shape. Nevertheless, he was easily keeping pace with her, staying a good three yards behind. He was nowhere near his full speed, and keeping a short distance just in case she had any other nasty surprises. “You must surrender. My superior will take lethal action if you do not. I have desire to see any younglings harmed tonight!”

He was ready to shift and spring aside at any moment. He kept his sonic scrambler readied, as well. She didn’t know he could use it, so he was going to hold off as long as he could before he deployed it.

[Danielle Messick]

Her scuffed shoes sent blades flying left and right, green, vulnerable, grass blades. The only one she could get a hold of for help, a way out of this, without being caught, was Ratchet. There was NO WAY IN HELL though, she was one, going to endanger him, and two, going to give the Decepticons an even bigger fish to fry. She had had to turn away, to stop firing, if but a moment, and she wasn't going to stop bolting.

Of course, just her luck, someone seemingly faster than Knockout. HA! That red mech wished he could catch her! It would appear, things just got better and better. How much harm could one silly little beacon do? Apparently, soon to be irreversible damage.

Unfortunately, Shockwave's blundering quake of a fall had quite literally, thrown her off her feet and forward onto the ground. Aware of Blindspot's pursuit, Danielle was quick to try and control as much of the fall as she possibly could. Landing in a manner that jarred her wrists, forcing herself from there and ending up doing a side ways somersault onto her head. She ignored the pain of being whacked over her head by Earth itself, quickly rolling to try and get out of the way in case there was a chance that Blindspot might run her over. Her left wrist felt more banged up than the right, though one might say those gauntlets Perceptor granted her had come in handy when it came to armor as well. The gauntlets! Two weapons the Decepticons couldn't remove, eh, without cutting her arms off. Not that weapons had appeared from them just yet, she'd keep that fact hidden. She rolled back to her feet, Double X in hand, thanking herself for thinking about the strap that had kept it from flying yards away. Danielle already knew of the time all of that had cost her, and there wasn't any way she was going to get out of Blindspot's swipe if he went for her. So, she'd have to push him onto second thoughts! The five barrel, rotating gun kicked back into life and lit up, aiming explosive rounds at Blindspot whilst Danny stepped away with the kicks. "I heard him the first time! Name's Danny! Not Larva!" Aaaaand NOW! She leaped, hoping to book again, hoping she got Blindspot to back off in the least to give her a chance to run. This one was too keen on holding still, not with Shockwave around. She took her right hand, spiked with hot pain, reaching for the metallic looking, thin chain around her neck. If the drone left it alone, she could leave it. If anyone were to stumble upon it, perhaps it would get back to base. The dog tag with the Autobot insignia, they'd know what it meant.