11357/A Bounty Hunter Keeps His Word

A Bounty Hunter Keeps His Word
Date of Scene:	18 April 2020
Location:	Legion Cruiser - Ship Interior
Synopsis:	Lockdown delivers on his promise to show the Legion what's on the data slug he was after.
Cast of Characters:	Mon-El, Cosmic Boy, Slipstream, Timber Wolf, Lockdown

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Mon-El has posed:
    Lockdown had given his word to the Legion that he would show them what's on that data stick he is so intent to get from Blurr, and being a bounty hunter, making good on his word without fail is kind of an important thing in order to keep contracts coming.

    So, th Legion had recently received a transmission from the Cybertronian, requesting permission to dock at the cruiser and come aboard to do as he had promised. Given the size discrepancies, the meeting would be held in the hangar bar, so that he could at least sit comfortably...

Cosmic Boy has posed:
Cosmic Boy walks out from the bridge, and shakes his head. "Looks like we had a signal from Lockdown. I guess we'll have to meet in the docking bay since he is...well, large." Cos shakes his head again, and looks concerned. "Well, I'm on my way then. Seems like we're promising to help...I guess." Cos doesn't say much more.

Slipstream has posed:
"Whaddup Rokk and Roll?" Drake blinks his way around a corner in a blur of blue light before he starts striding side by side with him. "You saw the blip also? Greeeat. This guy has the social cues of a doorknob by the way." A grin forms over his face as he gives his friend's shoulder a playful bump. "I guess we can greet 'em together and do the whole good cop and bad cop routine."

Timber Wolf has posed:
Brin's a few steps behind Roc and Drake. "So what's the deal?" the Zoonian yawns, bereft of snacks to chow down on. Somebody moved his cotton candy...wait that was Brin when he was restless. He's made his way with them from working outt. Who knew 'Lone. Wolf.' was a good way to get the timing down forr reps? it is

So Brin drops back a few paces and listens. "We're meeting in the hangar. Did I dress too casual?" he asks, wearing his usual costume. Because that's all Brin has for height of formal fashion. God, no. The Hawaiian shirt is never, ever, ever seeing the light of day ever again. Just....no. And if he wears khakis, and sandals, the Legion can just beat him to a pulp.

Lockdown has posed:
It isn't often that galactic races outside of Cybertronian space seem Cybertronian technology in action that isn't turning a planet into a warzone.

Today... will mark the first time the Legion has ever seen a Cybertronian cruiser in action, and doesn't have it's weapons hot to shoot at them. Given the size difference, it wouldn't take much for the Tactician to *RAM* the Legions cruiser, either.

So, when a gigantic (by non-Cybertronian standards) 'cruiser' of advanced design decloaks directly in front of the Legion cruiser, it would have been very scary, if not for the advanced warning. Once permission was given though, the Tactician was very graceful, and moved over to the docking port at the hangar bay.

In the bridge, Lockdown set the automatic docking protocol, and set himself over to the main docking umbilical, immediately opening the hatch once the seal was confirmed. Anyone near the hatch would notice a sudden gust of wind as atmosphere rushed into the seal; a clear indicator there was no actual atmosphere on the Tactician at the time, but not bad enough that the air wasn't filling in already.

Out of the port comes Lockdown, a black and purple seventeen foot tall two ton war machine... and it's red eyes scan the area as it walks inside. Cosmic Boy would probably easily mistake the robot for a custom Sentinel if he didn't know better already.

"Nice place. Cozy for organics." Lockdown grinds out, his metallic voice easily hard in reverb.

Mon-El has posed:
    "We haven't made any promises." Lar clarifies to Rokk as the Legion gathers in the hangar bay to await Lockdown's arrival. He chuckles at Drake. "Do I get to be the bad cop?" he jokes.

    "Lockdown said he would shows the data he was after once he'd succeeded in...appropriating it." he answers Brin.

    The Daxamite floats up those seventeen some feet to come eye-to-optic with Lockdown. "I take it you successfully retrieved your quarry?" he asks.

Cosmic Boy has posed:
"Hey Drake. Good idea. Yeah, I saw it." Cosmic Boy starts walking towards the hanger. "Social cues...well he is a robot right? I read the report, but it is kind of...vague about them, even from our computers. I would think in the 31st century, we'd have more information." Cos smiles at the "bump". "So...who is good cop and who is bad cop? I always have to be good cop..."

Looking over his shoulder, Cos smiles, and nods. "Hey Brin. Looks like we got a visitor of the Cybertronian persuasion. And you didn't dress too casually. Lockdown is a guest, so it should be fine. Just be ready, just in case. If he's metal, it shouldn't be a problem, but who knows." Cos was always so...serious.
"Right Lar. You can be bad cop." Looking up at Lockdown as they all arrive in the hanger, Cosmic Boy nods, and smiles. "Welcome to the Legion Cruiser, Lockdown. I've heard a lot about you."

Timber Wolf has posed:
Brin pulls open a pouch and chews on an Earth-sourced candy bar just to allay his nerves. See. Brin's on edge with the Cybertronian. He...sorta helped Blur. Which is something Brin's absolutely not telling to Lockdown. Nope. Not in the least...

Mostly since Brin doesn't think his claws will go through that metal. Rather not find out, either.
"Good cop, bad cop, wolfy cop" Brin says between bites, balling the wrapper up and pocketing it in the pouch again. Brin sets his feet and watches. He's not sure how useful he'll be in talking, but....sure he can give it a shot, sure

Slipstream has posed:
"Can I be indifferent cop? The one who sits there and just sips a coffee staring at the clock because he wants to go home?" Drake says with a grin. "You two can work out the bad cop and good cop. But if you guys start throwing punches, I'm running. I can't beat up robots that turn into Mustangs. Maybe if I had a blowtorch or something."

"You can't be wolfy cop, you can be the K-9 companion though." He says teasingly, bouncing ahead a few paces before he can get socked. "Yo! What's up Lockdown? Where's the clock at in the hangar?"

Timber Wolf has posed:
Brin isn't going to sock Drake. he learned his lesson last time, sheesh. Instead he eyes Drake. "So, under the table, and pay attention and sniff the floor? Yoou guys are so mean. Just cause I'm a Zoonian" Brin mock glares. "So" he shrugs, serious tone. Let me know how I can help" he nods to Lockdown, and seriously debates getting a ladder to climb up and be eye to eye with Lockdown, though he floats upwards to join Lar at about...give or take, 17 feet or so. Brin's just staying there, casually waiting like it's an everyday occurrence to suddenly fly and see giant robots...

Lockdown has posed:
"I successfully convinced Blurr not to turn this planet into a warzone over his data." Lockdown clarifies. "As I said... I'll engage a holo-projector to let you view the data on it, but you'll have to slag me if you want to take the chip itself." Lockdown notes, before he walks into the middle of the hangar proper.

Of course, it sounds exactly like what you'd expect a two ton war machine would sound like when it walks; loud and hard.

Once he's in the direct middle, his right hand moves down to the side of his leg, and put pops a 'holster' from the side, which he pulls a device from... and aims it in front of himself. "Just so I'm clear, you never saw this." Lockdown adds on as a note as he engages the hologram projector, showing the contents to everyone.

Cosmic Boy has posed:
Cosmic Boy looks over at Mon El and takes a small step back, letting him take the lead. It was hard, but it was right. After all, Mon El had the most experience here...and he was the Legion Leader. With a nod to Drake and Timber Wolf, Cos looks back at Lockdown, and nods slightly at his words. Cos slightly chuckles at "wolfy cop" and shakes his head at Drake and Brin Teenagers...wait...weren't they all? Well, mostly anyway. "Take over Lar. I'll be here if you need me." He watches Lockdown take out the holoprojector and watches.

Mon-El has posed:
    Lar chuckles at Drake. "Sure you can be indifferent cop. And let's hope it doesn't come to that." He remarks with regard to getting into a fight.

    "I was just kidding about the bad cop thing." he says, smirking at Cos.

    He nods, watching Lockdown get out the datastick and project its contents. As the data is scrolled through, he frowns, then quirks a brow a bit, not quite sure what to make of it. "Interesting...looks like whoever your client is, they're quite the history buff?"

    He'd make that comment because much of it is very ancient. Decepticon patrol routes from millions of Earth years ago, and...uh...a bunch of romance novels and vids that were published even -before- that.

Mon-El has posed:
    "I'm glad you were able to convince Blurr that this -definitely- wouldn't be worth bringing the war to Earth for." he adds. Well, that is, unless there was something else hidden here that he's not seeing. Or it has some other value he knows nothing about, given how little he knows about Cybertronian culture and history.

Slipstream has posed:
"Uh.." Drake says as he squints his eyes at the data, rubbing the back of his neck. "Wait... you guys were beating the crap out of each other in the city over ... sex novels? Seriously? Can you guys even hook up? I guess you just plus a USB cable into one port and .. you know what? I don't want to know." He pauses. "..... No.. I kinda wanna know.." He trails off.

Lockdown has posed:
"I was hired to do a job, and I did it." Lockdown indifferently replies to Drake, "Someone is willing to pay top credit and some Energon to retrieve this. Why? I've got no idea, but I wasn't paid to keep this from the eyes of others."

Once the skim is dealt with, Lockdown puts the projector back into it's leg holster, and it retracts back into his leg, "Our method of reproduction is very not sexual." His red eyes look to Drake then, narrowing just slightly, "Doesn't take a supercomputer to figure out that we have vivid imaginations, just like Terrans though."

Then, a few moments later, "Also, we don't have crap. That's gross organic waste I want nothing to do with."

Mon-El has posed:
    Lar shrugs at Drake's questions. He honestly has no idea either, and unlike Drake, isn't curious.

    "I guess so." he remarks to Lockdown about the nature of the data. "Well I suppose that's it, then. The sooner you can get back to your client and off this planet the better. Unless there was anything else you wanted to speak to us about?"

Slipstream has posed:
"I'm sure if we lined up our fan fictions next to each other, fourteen year old girls obsessed with Harry Potter would still crush yours." Drake says as he pops a bubble between his lips after cramming in three pieces of gum into his mouth. "You may not crap, but I'm sure you need your oil changed once in awhile." He drawls out with a waggle of his brows. "But, I guess this is it. The big dramatic reveal. Super yawnworthy."

Lockdown has posed:
"There was." Lockdown continues, his eyes watching Mon-El. "It's clear that Terra below has no idea about us Cybertronians, or they're keeping our existence a secret." His crosses his gigantic metallic arms, "Cybertronians are gonna be here, but there doesn't seem to be any sort of official policy or response to them on this planet." Lockdown shrugs, a metallic grinding evident from it, "I know I'm coming back here to refuel my Energon tanks, but whether or I come back secretly or as a visitor..."

His eyes narrow slightly at Mon-El, "Well, That depends on your answer, I suppose."

Then, Lockdown looks back to Drake, "We're not so primitive that we need oil for anything other than Energon conversion. Our chassis is very advanced, and handles it's own maintenance."

Mon-El has posed:
    "That is a matter you'd have to take up with Terran authorities. The Legion isn't exactly one of them. We help defend this planet and others against threats both terrestrial and extraterrestrial, but we're not exactly politicians." Lar answers. Now if this were Daxam, it'd be different. But it wouldn't concern the rest of the team. Just him. "In fact, most of us are not actually Terrans, including myself."

    He glances at Drake. "Drake is though, so maybe he can tell you more about Terran culture and politics. What is it these days, the United Nations, right?"

Slipstream has posed:
"Dude, I played video games all day. I barely know I live in the United States." Drake says with a laugh. "But, yeah, we got a United Nations sorta thingy with all the countries. I don't know how they handle diplomacy with aliens though. I guess you'd have to have a conversation with the world leaders. That's way out of my paygrade, but I do have Tony Stark's phone number. Talking to him I think would be a good first step."

Lockdown has posed:
"United Nations. I've heard about them in my monitoring, but accounts differ wildly if they're useless or the go to for planetary government. It's seriously weird how many nation states these people have.. but I suppose when you're primitive with no concept of how the universe works, everyone thinks they're the center of the universe." Lockdown sighs, before he turns around, heading back to the airlock. "Send me a way to contact this 'Tony Stark' and I'll set something up. This United Nations thing will probably be a dead end."

"And remember, if you need a bounty hunter or mercenary, you've got my subspace frequency now." Lockdowns version of advertisement, it seems.

Mon-El has posed:
    The airlock opens to allow Lockdown back to his ship. "Drake, could you get him the information?" Lar asks, glancing to his teammate. "Guess we'll just find out later how -that's- going to go." With that, he turns to leave the hangar.

Slipstream has posed:
"Yeah, yeah, I'll do that thing I do." Drake says as he watches the doors shut behind the Transformer, then follows after his best friend, giving a long stretch of his body. "I'm also gonna read me some robot car romance novels tonight. Vroom vroom."