611/A Terrible Night For a Drink

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A Terrible Night For a Drink
Date of Scene: 14 October 2018
Location: Maccadam's Old Oil House
Synopsis: An Autobot social at Maccadams goes terribly wrong when the serving drones start attacking the patrons.
Cast of Characters: Blurr, Blast Off, 12, Hookshot, Vortex, Hyperdrive, Groove, Rotorstorm


Koinonia (12) has posed:
Tonight, Maccadam's is hopping! This cycle marks its 60th anniversary as one of the most renowned neutral joints on all of Cybertron. The owner is has posted a full menu of at least 10-12 drinks that are on the house for this remarkable celebration, starring the drink specials that historically, have only been served at Maccadam's on one or two other special occasions.

The reason being because not only is today Maccadam's 60th, but it just so happens that one particularly rich and notable Autobot enerwine connoisseur has returned to Cybertron after having been gone on a very long hiatus. In light of this special occasion, he's donated 40 kegs of a rather exotic enerwine he himself has concocted and sold on other planets native to mechano-lifeforms.

Naturally, Maccadam's is packed to the brim with.. Autobots. This wine connoisseur, of course, was an avid supporter of Pax back when he was a cop and tonight - he wants to toast and celebrate not only Maccadam's 60th, but also to having returned to Cybertron and discovered that Pax is now Prime.

So... unfortunately, any Decepticon showing up on Maccadam's doorstep tonight will probably get a cold shoulder from the other patrons, and outdoor only seating.

Rotorstorm has posed:
Free booze! ...Ish! Rotorstorm has traveled all the way from Polyhex on his day off to participate in Maccadam's 60th anniversary celebration, because...because booze. And hiding from the fact that he let a Decepticon go free the other night.

Doesn't matter that he was drunk off his aft, it still happened.

Sidling into the bar, Rotorstorm immediately picks out one of those free drinks, and settles hismelf on a stool at the bar. The better location to watch other patrons with, my dear.

Groove has posed:
Groove had caught a few rumors about this event, and decided that it was worth checking out. It's not the well-known guy that's got his attention, though.

It's the free drinks.

Groove is at the bar, sipping one of those fancy special drinks and doing some crowd-watching.

Hookshot has posed:
    Such a pity that Decepticons are getting a cold reception of the reputedly neutral bar, and shining star, Maccadam's. Not that it inconveniences Hookshot much. The mech had managed to keep up at least one alias, and it was one known in Rodion. Why, none other than Motley, the owner of an Antique shop right in Rodion! In his bright, mismatched colours, Hookshot/Motley strides into Mac's, warmly greeting anyone to catch his optic, treating them all like good friends, whether they know him or not. The other Decepticons, though, they can wait outside.

Blast Off has posed:
"This is *unacceptible*!," Blast Off mutters to his teammate Vortex, standing outside the bar (after having been nudged there with thinly veiled Decepticon prejudice*). "I am a *shuttle* and an enerwine connoisseur that probably *rivals* whoever THIS bigshot thinks he is! I bet you I know more than HE does, in fact!" He huffffs loudly and looks at the door. "This is outrageous! I'm going inside and *demanding* to be served! I have the shanix, after all!" He gives Hookshot the stinkeye as the OTHER Decepticon just smugly wanders in.

Vortex has posed:
Vortex pauses. "Yeah they shouldve let us get a drink. I mean I think they're racist agaisnt shuttles and rotaries. Lets go in, Blast off. Please? Can we cause a scene?" he bounces on his heels a bit, rotors spinning. any chance to fight.

Blurr has posed:
    Just as Blast Off shoving his way in Blurr shows up at the door too. He pauses and does a fake double take upon seeing the Combaticons. "Blast Off! Well fancy seeing you here, I wasn't expecting to see any Decepticons showing up to support such an outwardly Prime-favoring mech like Gallo." he smirks. "Oh well, surprises around every corner, eh?"

    He then turns to go inside, darting through the crowd in search of the special guest. "Hey! Gallo! How's life!" he calls out upon seeing the engex connoisseur. "And how's space, and why in the frag would you come back to this rusty old ball anyway?" he says, grinning.

Koinonia (12) has posed:
It looks like since bar is so packed tonight, Mac's had brought in extra help in the form of drone waitstaff to help serve drinks. The little bots are whizzing around the joint and behind the bar, busy getting drinks for the patrons.

One of them approaches Groove with a medium sized keg, ready to give the Autobot a refill. And if Groove looks closely, he might notice the blue LED strip on the drone's chassis flicker for a good two nanoseconds. Well, that's definitely off, but so far, the drone doesn't seem to be malfunctioning otherwise.

Once Blast Off gets inside, the bartender sighs, looking tired. He doesn't seem to be much of a fan of Gallo's, but the mech had just donated slag ton of money and drinks to Maccadam's, so how can he complain? "Look, we've been having this happy hour all cycle - if you wanted a free drink and priority service, you should have come earlier. I mean, how much do you want to drink an exotic engex from a rich Autobot anyway?"

Hookshot will be greeted warmly by some of the local Autobots in Rodion. They even offer for him to join them near the front of the line... funny how much a costume could determine what kind of customer service one could get round these parts.

Gallo's optics widen when he sees Blurr and he quickly makes his way over, shaking Blurr's servo heartily. "Blurr!? Well I /never/--! I mean, damn, look at you, an Autobot and all. You must be one hell of a courier, or lieutenant, because if I were Prime, that's how you'd rank." He laughs. "Oh please, space is hardly the dream you think it is. Most of my clients were just a bunch of rowdy rustbuckets who have nothing better to do other than drink their sorrows away. But let me get you a drink -- at least I was productive while I was away." He snatches a tall, expensive looking glass from behind the counter, and fills it up with the exotic wine he'd brought. "Please -- the smallest thing I could bring back the best damn racer on all of Cybertron is a special engex, brewed by me in my spare time. Frag, I miss those days, Blurr! Back when you were racing in Ibex, and every shanix I put in as your sponsor counted.."

Rotorstorm has posed:
Oh frag. Is that Blurr? Downing his drink - because he clearly hasn't learned from last time - Rotorstorm sets the glass down and makes his way over to Blurr and....that other guy. "Hey hey, give the mech some space, huh?" he says, laying a hand on Gallo's shoulder, before turning to the attractive racing elephant in the room. "Blurr, right? Come on over, I've got some seats at the bar. What're you feeling?"

Groove has posed:
Groove frowns ever so slightly at the sight of Blast Off in the area. He knows better than to start a fight or argument, but he still watches the Decepticon carefully until he notices the drone with the keg. Mostly absorbed with shuttle-watching, he nudges his glass towards the drone for a refill and gives it an absentminded nod of gratitude.

Hookshot has posed:
    Hookshot/Motley smiles graciously, nodding to the Autobots who invite him closer to the front of the line. As he walks over, he surreptitiously slides his gaze over to Blast Off, half of his mouth curling up in a smirk, before he looks straight forwards again, his mouth balancing out into a pleasant grin. 'Motley' joins the Autobots, making light talk. However, the fuss over Blurr draws Hookshot's attention and he turns to look at the fawning over Blurr. His gaze lingers on Gallo, Rotorstorm, and Blurr for a moment, before he returns to making small talk with some of the mechs. He does keep glancing around, even taking note of all the drones bustling around. "Isn't it nice to be served without the attitude?" He remarks with a grin and a chuckle to no one in particular, or anyone within hearing.

Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off stands there, armor plates bristling in indignation. "You know what, Vortex? YES. Yes, let us go in and cause a scene. Can't believe I'm actually saying that but..." He squints at the shop. "Yes. I *demand* to be treated with the respect I deserve! ...We deserve." He's just about to walk in when ...oh Primus it's BLURR... walks up. The shuttleformer narrows his gaze and glares at his rival. "I am a connoisseur of wine, of *course* I'm here. I simply want to try the newest brand. It's a shame we can't get more *sophisticated* company, though!" Haughty sniff. He watches as Blurr runs inside, then suddenly stops, looking concerned. Violet optics scan both inside and outside the bar.... Blurr's not here meeting Swivel, is he? There's a moment of hesitation before he grumbles to Vortex again, "Let's let them know how we feel at this outrage," and strides in.

Then he meets the bartender. "I am a connoisseur, and I have as much right to be here and be treated well as *any* person!" He sweeps up his arm, and holds the pose a moment to let his heat shields gleam in the variant light and the tailfin on his back to stick out... look he's a shuttle, too, he's high class, you want him here right? He does stop to eye the other patrons... still no Swivel, thank goodness. But. Is that a... Protectobot over there, though? He stares right back at Groove, optics narrowing again. "I don't like the way he's looking at us, Vortex," he mutters.

Blurr has posed:
    Blurr shakes Gallo's hand back, though not quite as heartily, though he is still smiling. "Ha, that's lieutenant to you." he says, but then chuckles and shakes his head. "At ease, civilian." he jokes.

    The former racer takes the offered engex, and sips at it carefully, nodding as Gallo continues to gush about the 'good old days'. Heh...yeah, sure. Those days. "Ha, oh yeah--you have no idea, mech." Indeed, Gallo really does have absolutely no idea. And Blurr would rather keep it that way.

    Then some guy he's never met before invites him over to the bar. "Oh, uh. Hey. Sure, I guess." He gets up from his seat and nods to Gallo, eager to get away from the topic of olden times. "Good seeing you again, Gallo. Keep your business booming, yeah?"

    Then back to Rotorstorm. "So what's your name again? Might have seen you before, but you know." he waves a hand dismissively.

Vortex has posed:
Vortex nods "Yeah me too." he says. "I demand to be treated with all the respect I deserve." He follows Blast off, with that crazed look in his optics. He notices poeple he knows. "Theres your boy blurr, theres Mr. Gallo, theres Hooksey working with the bots, theres someone sel I dont know, theres Groovve..." he looks at ROtorstorm. "And theres my new best friend." he wanders over. "Wyldwind isnt home. Today Im Vortex."

Rotorstorm has posed:
Rotorstorm says, "Rotorstorm," he supplies, while shoving a drink at Blurr. Where did it come from? Nobody knows. Cotton-eyed Joe. "This place is pretty crowded, huh? Makes it hard to think." Another drink appears, and he takes a sip. "There's a back door in here somewhere--"

The familiar voice has Rotorstorm choking on his latest drink. Oh, frag. "Never heard of him," Rotors says, looking off to the side."

Koinonia (12) has posed:
"Damn, really? Well, I shouldn't be surprised, Lieutenant suits you very well." He laughs, and then suddenly frowns when Rotorstorm places a hand on his shoulder, but his lips are still curved into a smile that isn't quite genuine. "Blurr, do you know this guy?" he says, inserting himself between Rotorstorm and Blurr. "Look, we're friends. I mean, come on, it's been /vorns/ since we've last seen each other, and the last thing we need from each other is space. Right Blurr?" he chuckles. "I don't think we'll be drinking any of the other specials tonight until later, anyway. So thanks, but no thanks." He winks at Rotorstorm, and motions for Blurr to follow him upstairs to the VIP seating area. "<Blurr -- let's talk. There's something I want tell you>"

Groove might be surprised when the drone hesitates significantly before refilling his drink. Shortly after that, it disappears behind the bar, even though a patron sitting across from him was trying to wave it down. Well, that's kind of odd.

A fembot behind Hookshot overhears his comment and remarks, "Are you talking about the drone waitstaff? Because I don't know if you've noticed, but I was watching a few of them just now and they're definitely not the kind of customer service that Maccadam's usually provides. I mean, did you just see that drone go behind the bar? There was a mech that just tried to wave it down. Damn, some extra help this is," she scoffs.

The bartender gets a far off look in his optics and says in a monotone voice that's tell tale of the fact that's he's probably rehearsed it, "First come, first serve, regardless of faction." He sighs. "I don't control our patrons. I just serve the drinks. You want one? Wait in line, okay?" Then he walks off, shaking his helm.

Blurr has posed:
    "Right, sure..." Blurr replies to Gallo's question about space as the mech suddenly interposes himself between he and Rotorstorm, sounding somewhat reluctant.

    He walkes with Rotostorm, but declines the drink offered, since he already had the other drink in his hand. "I'll finish this one up first, Rotorstop." he says, laughing. Yes he did just get Rotor's name wrong. "I'm sure there is a back door; are you paranoid about getting trapped or something?"

    Then he receives a private message from Gallo. He sighs. "Well looks like my attention is being demanded elsewhere. Enjoy the rest of the night." Then he starts to head to the upper level to re-join Gallo.

Vortex has posed:
Vortex finds a new Best Friend. Utoh. "Lieuuuuuuutenant." he singsongs, wandering over. "How wonderful to see you here."

Groove has posed:
Groove meets Blast Off's stare with the biggest, happiest grin he can muster - even gives Vortex a little wave of his hand. Goading the Decepticons into a fight isn't really something he's trying to do, but he's not about to buckle under in the stare-off.

He's so caught up in being obnoxiously friendly to Blast Off that he doesn't notice the drone's hesitation or departure in the slightest. All he does is take a long, slow sip of his refilled drink while maintaining eye contact with the Decepticons.

Hookshot has posed:
    "Hmmm? Ducked behind the counter while people were waiting? Sounds like typical servicestaff to me." 'Motley' remarks with a broad grin. "Gone are the days when our drones were sentient and still unpaid..." Hookshot/Motley mutters. Hookshot begins to observe the drones more closely now, however.

    Hookshot also glances up when both of the Combaticons begin demanding 'equal treatment' and he can't help but grin sardonically. He also notes the obvious snub of one Autobot by Gallo and Blurr. His gaze scans the area, and notices Groove smiling at (but watching) Vortex and Blast Off.

    Once Hookshot has procured a glass of fancy wine, he smies and holding it aloft as he politely excuses himself from his current . Constantly surveying the room, Hookshot/Motley walks with a gliding gait over to where Groove is sitting and people-watching. "Why hello, hello! How are you?" He's never met the mech before, but that doesn't seem to matter.

Blast Off has posed:
"His name's Groove?", Blast Off asks Vortex, still staring at Groove. Then he turns, blinking, as Vortex mentions his 'new best friend'. Huh? He stares at Rotorstorm... huhwhat? The Combaticon squints at the other rotary, too. What's this all about? However, he hears back from the bartender. "FINE! Just don't try shoving us outside again like common guttersnipes!" He huffs, glares at... various people, including Blurr over there, then looks for the end of the line.

However, the one person he locks optics with again is Groove, who... smiles at him? Now the shuttle is suspicious, optics narrowing, and he walks to the end of the line, still squinting at the Protectbot. Then Hookshot gains his glare as he watches the bot sidle over with a glass of wine to begin talking to the Protectobot. Now he simply glares at both of them.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive is still all polished up and all from his graduation. Perhaps it's nice to have repairs right before because he wasn't required to do anything after the ceremony and even now has a extra day or two until he has to move his stuff. Though he's still trying to find out if he gets a roommate or lucks out with a single room. Eithwer way, he figured he'd come out and get something to drink, at least something that tastes better than the normal fair that they get from the commissary.

Vortex has posed:
Vortex is extremely flighty today. Which is just Vortex anyday but he seems to have alredy moved on from Rotorstorm and onto Lieutenant. Then he whiplash-quickly moves to the polished up Hyperdrive. "Well hello, Mr. Shiny. Why you lookin so fancy?"

Koinonia (12) has posed:
Gallo smiles when Blurr comes to join up in the VIP area. "So, how are you liking being an Autobot? Prime must like you quite a bit for you have earned the title of Lieutenant." He offers to refill Blurr's glass. "Anyhow, I was just wondering, do you think he likes you enough to let you have an.. off world excursion? I'm sure we could find a good enough reason for you to take a short vacation - or who knows, perhaps the Autobots could have business on the planet I'm thinking of."

The fembot swears quietly, glancing around then back at Hookshot. "They're usually sentient and paid! Just today because it's damn packed in here.."

Hyperdrive will notice right away that one of the drones is perhaps a little malfunctioning. It whizzes past him, no drinks in hand, nearly knocking him over. It then comes to a stop in front of Groove and Hookshot. Then, all of a sudden, it grows two more arms, and climbs onto the table. A massive needle with clamps extends from one of the arms, and plunges towards Groove!

Groove has posed:
Groove continues beaming brightly at Blast Off, feeling a litle surge of pride at the mech's grumpy glare. Mission: Bother Blast Off is a success! He raises his glass to take a sip, but not before giving the shuttle a slightly mocking toast.

The drone rushes past him mid-sip, and he pauses, glass still pressed against his mouth. By the time he's realized that the thing has climbed onto the table, it's too late and he's been needled.

He does a spit-take as he tries to scramble away from the needley drone. Unfortunately, this means scrambling right off the edge of his chair. Crash.

Blurr has posed:
    Blurr doesn't really decline the refill, but he sets the glass down and doesn't pick it back up even after Gallo has poured more in. Once they're out of audial range of the rest of the party downstairs, he sighs, the feign smiles from earlier having disappeared.

    "Look Gallo just get on track, okay? What do you want from me? We have plenty of offworld campaigns, sure. But I can't answer your question unless you tell me what exactly what it is you want me to do. I don't know if you've been paying any attention to what's been happening here on Cybertron, but things aren't looking good, alright? So if you're looking for some business errand you're probably better off hiring some mercs instead."

Hookshot has posed:
    Hookshot also joined in the troll toast, raising his glass to Blast Off as well. However, he does not get around to sipping before he sees the drone coming straight at them. Hookshot's optics widen. Stay in character. 'Motley' throws up his arms and lets out an undignified scream as the drone attempts to suck sweet life juice out of Groove. And yet despite tossing up his arms, he pays very special attention so as not to spill a drop of enerwine. Hookshot/Motley quickly darts away, gracefully deposits that untouched glass of enerwine on a table suspiciously close to Blast Off, then dives for cover under said table. Hey! He's keeping in character! And Motley is just a civillian! Nonetheless, Hookshot keeps his optics opens and watches from his meager cover.

Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off keeps an eye on Vortex but is mostly watching Groove at this point. He does catch Hyperdrive's entrance and stiffens a little, straightening before again focusing on the Protectobot and his apparent pal 'Motley' over there. Blast Off is unamused. At you both! Then a drone sort of gets in the way, he squints and frowns under his faceplate and is just looking away when a rush of movement draws his optic back. What the.... ?? His hand goes down, ready to grab his....oh, right, he doesn't HAVE his ionic blaster. Hmm. He has a pistol in subspace but given the reception he got here he's not sure that's wise, yet. At least whatever that is is attacking Autobots- so far so good! He starts backing away but.... frag, he doesn't want to lose his place in line so for now he stays put. Now he eyes Hyperdrive though, wondering if the mech had anything to do with his stolen weapon... Then suddenly. Wait, did that mech just leave a glass of wine there? And run? WELL... he wouldn't want it to go to waste, so... he starts reaching over to take it. For safekeeping, of course. *cough*

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive eyes Vortex. He would like to punch the guy in the face but that would look bad at a bar like Mac's. So he stands up a little straighter and looks at the con, "I graduated from the academy." Not like it is a secret or anything. But of course here comes the glitchy server drone and he has to duck out of the way before he can say anything further to Vortex. He sees Groove attacked by the drone that just barely missed hitting him and shoves his way past Vortex to go after the thing. Okay bad place to fire a gun and too crowded to throw anything, so he tries to jump up and grab onto the drone and get it away from the other Autobot.

Vortex has posed:
Vortex does need adult supervison! He smiles. "Sweet." he says to Hyperdrive. "Then we can leagally kick each others aft sometime." he watches Hyperdrive grab the drone. "Oh you ruffian!" he chuckles, looking around. "Someone here has to be.. fun tonight. Everyones Boring!" he pouts.

Koinonia (12) has posed:
Gallo sighs, and looks away for a moment, pausing. Then his attention turns back to Blurr. "Fine," he says. "I need a favor. The planet I last visited is practically utopia. Rich, cultured, thriving - whatever industry you can think of, they have it. But they're a speed hub. Racing is the big thing there and it's what all the higher classes spend their time and money on." He pauses. "Let's just say I made a fantastic impression save for one thing. I wanted to strike a deal to be a licensed trader there - but they want someone to race their king, and win. That's it. Either I chose that, or I walked. Obviously, I walked for the time being." He shakes his helm. "Look, I know. Slag has happened and Cybertron's basically a pithole now. And you know I support Orion - I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't. They're rich as hell, Blurr. If I can be a licensed trader there, I can get the Autobots damn well whatever they please. Weapons, oil, energon - you name it, I bet they have it. And I know you, Blurr. You've never lost a fragging race in your life, at least that I can recall."

The drone doesn't seem to take any interest in Hookshot though, or Blast Off for that matter. In fact, it only seems interested in tormenting ... Autobots. When Hyperdrive lunges for the drone and tries to pry it off of Groove, it swivels, bucks, and backs up rapidly, attempting to slam Hyperdrive against the wall! The needle shakes loose from Groove though at least.

At this point, it will become apparent that this drone isn't the only rogue one. There are others, and they're attacking every Autobot patron in the bar! The security guards working the night shift at Mac's spring into action, doing their best to gun down every drone that seems to have gone rogue.

By now, Gallo's attention has been diverted to the chaos going on down below. "What the..?" He stands up and rushes over the balcony to investigate, but then, a drone's arm reaches up and stabs him in the neck!

"Gah! Blurr, help me!"

Groove has posed:
Groove climbs unsteadily to his feet, sighing at his drink, which is spilled all over the floor from his fall. He checks the puncture where the drone's needle had entered, decides it's not too serious by his standards, and takes stock of his surroundings.

He strides over towards the drone that is now trying its best to give Hyperdrive a whoopin'. Using firearms would probably be a bad idea in such a crowded space, so he plays it safe with a punch aimed at the back of the drone's head.

Blurr has posed:
    Blurr watches Gallo with uncertainty. Is he really telling the truth or does he just want Blurr to race for him again? Or rather, does he just want to get rich? Because he actually doubts anyone would seriously trade with Cybertron at this point. Surely Gallo knows this, but maybe he's just hoping Blurr has forgotten.

    He shakes his head. "As much as I'd love to believe that could happen, we all know what kind of reputation we have in the galaxy. Even if you managed to get someone to like -you-, doesn't mean they'll actually agree to help our race as a whole."

    Then there seems to be a commotion downstairs, and Gallo runs to investigate but gets attacked. Fortunately the tentacle doesn't hit him, but instead manages to hit another one that happened to be attempting to come up behind the engex connoisseur.

    "Slag!" he curses and immediately draws his weapon, firing on the one that had just taken some unintentional friendly fire.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive yelps as he's being bounced all over by the crazy drone. But he's got to keep Groove safe and see if he can disable these things. And this thing is going to damage his nice new paintjob! NO! NOt all those hours of sitting there and not moving and then waiting even longer for the polish! DAMN YOU! He is swing around a bit and makes to kick off the wall so that he can swing his arms down and SMASH the thing on any convenient surface. Where did vortex go?

Hookshot has posed:
    Hookshot spends some more time observing the drones. He notices they target only Autobots. But he had not heard of any planned attacks like this. THen again, being so new to the Decepticons, there'd be no reason to keep him in the loop. Hookshot cautiously crawls out from under his table, still watching drones uneasily. He chances a glance over to Blast Off, not seeming bothered that the shuttlemech absconded with his wine. Hookshot then looks back at the chaos, sending Blast Off a tightbeam. <<"Seems to be concentrated on Autobots. While that bodes well for us... seems we don't want too many survivors saying as much. Try attacking one - or tell our dear friend Vortex to. Let's see what happens.">> Hookshot pauses. <<"I'm not going to because I'm not openly Decepticon here and it wouldn't confirm or deny my working theory.">>

Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off is actually doing pretty okay right now, sipping on the wine (it's quite good!) and almost ready to just sit back and enjoy the show. However, Hookshot's tightbeam has him thinking. Sigh. "<< I... suppose you're right, but... it almost seems a shame to interrupt their work, you know? >>" He pauses, then sits back to watch, rocket foot slowly tapping into the air because of crossed legs. "<< Vortex- go ...punch one of those drones or something... we don't want the Autobots to have ALL the fun, I suppose. And- we want to be able to come back here later. >>" Yes, delegation. He's learned things from Onslaught, see?

Vortex has posed:
Vortex puts a hand to his chest at Hookshot's words and gasps. "Such accusations." He looks to Blast off and looks offended for some reason. "Why does everyone thing the only ting I can do is violence. I can be classy and drink wine and behave too!" he crosses his arms. "Buy me a wine and I'll show you."

Koinonia (12) has posed:
The drone manages to dodge Groove's punch, but isn't so lucky when Hyperdrive kicks off the wall. It loses control and slams into the counter. Sparks fly. But it isn't finished yet. Missile launchers emerge from its back, and suddenly, both Hyperdrive and Groove will be targeted with a barrage of mini missiles!

Gallo stumbles aside. "Blurr, thank Primus --" But it looks like the drone that just attacked Gallo isn't finished. Apparently, it has a photon blast of it's own! And both Blurr and Gallo are the targets this time.

Blurr has posed:
    Blurr pushes Gallo out of the way as he zips back and forth, running in a circular pattern and flanking the drone in a roundabout fashion. Hopefully this will throw off its targeting systems. He sort of brushes off Gallo's overly pretentious gratitude. "Yeah, yeah. Get in cover already!"

    Fortunately, the tactic seems to work quite well, as the drone once again ends up hitting other drones instead of its intended targets. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Blurr charges at the thing, aiming to grab it and slam it into the back wall.

Groove has posed:
Groove swings. Misses. Prepares for a second punch. He knows the drill. He clenches his hand into a fist, draws his arm back, takes aim, gets hit with a missile, and then tries to throw the punch...

The problem with this order of events is that the "hit with a missile" part has completely thrown off his flow. He never reaches the punch-throwing part. The next thing he knows, he's flat on his back, dazed, and in the same condition as his drink: on the ground.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive isn't afraid to keep fighting especially when people's lives are at stake. He would be happier if he'd been able to keep the nice paint job a little longer. Swivel is going to be so disappointed in him. Catching the blue blurr nearby and seeing how well it worked on the drones. He also tries to speed up his attack and holds on to the one drone attempting to use it as a battering ram against another drone.

Hookshot has posed:
    Hookshot/Motley looks over at Vortex as he decides to be difficult. Hookshot then looks at the continued chaos. <<"Fine. I guess I'll just see if they will respond to provocation.">> Hookshot lifts up his arm, placing his hand firmly on his own forearm, then hesitates. No. Not worth blowing it. Hookshot steps back, and picks up a nearby empty glass and throws it at the drone which attacked Groove. "Get back! GET BACK YOU BUCKETS OF PUTRID SEDIMENT!" 'Motley' squeals even as he backs up 'accidentally' stumbling over a chair and falling backwards. Gotta sell it. But even from his prone position, Hookshot keeps observing.

Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off huffs at Vortex. "<< Oh, NOW you want to be all sophisticated?>> " He huffs before adding with a mutter, "<< ...More like you want to be a *pain in the aft*!>>" Sighing, the shuttle finishes the rest of his wine with one gulp, then places the glass down and stands up. "Fine.... ONE drink, Vortex." He steps forward as he draws out a pistol. Still watching to make sure nobody going to have a hissy fit about a Decepticon with a gun, he aims at tthe drone attacking Groove ...but before he fires, he lifts his free hand up and waves at the Protectobot with a little 'hiii' wiggling fingers gesture. Two can play at the obnoxiously nice game! Then he turns and fires at the thing. There, that should leave *everyone* confused, including him, probably.

Koinonia (12) has posed:
Gallo quickly obeys, getting behind a chair in the VIP seating area. "Blurr, I'm telling you. If you had the chance to tap into resources that manufacture or buy surveillance that could prevent slag like this from happening, don't tell me you would pass up that chance!" The drone tries to attack Blurr again, but Blurr manages to grab it and smash it into the wall before it can do any damage to him.

The drone meleeing with Hyperdrive is unable to dodge before the minibot latches onto it and uses it as a battering ram to attack another drone. Both of the drones barrel into a table before falling to the ground in a smoking heap.

And then the Decepticons join the fray! Of course, mechs like Blast Off and Hookshot can't be pegged for this kind of 'ruffian like' behavior, Mac's would never let them back in. And so, with the help of the opposing faction, the rest of the drones in the common area are rendered non-functional. However, a couple of drones behind the bar notice that the rest of their kind is being beaten to pulp, and escape out the back door while everyone is meleeing.

Gallo emerges from behind the chair. "Damn, what the hell was that all about?" He brushes himself off. "Look Blurr, I hope you get what I'm trying say, and I understand your concerns. But slag like this can be avoided, and the planet I'm bargaining with doesn't have to know what I do with the goods they give me." He starts heading for the exit of Maccadams, but as he does, he calls back to Blurr, "just think about it, okay?"

Vortex has posed:
Vortex shakes his head. "Fiiiine." He says as he gets his glue gun out. "I'll drink afterwards. Someone has to play hero and go save those little bots dont they." He aims at the drone but then Blast off takes it down. "Slaaaaag." He says. "Steel-cold killer there Blast Off. Im impressed." he says.

Groove has posed:
Groove is about half-aware of someone shooting the drone, which collapses and joins him on the ground. The only difference is that the drone is dead, aand he's not.

Oh. There's Blast Off. He's waving. Groove grins woozily and waves back, complete with finger-wiggle.

Blurr has posed:
    "Maybe, but I doubt you could keep your secret forever. You can't hide what you are." Blurr replies, his arms folded as he watches Gallo leave. With a sigh he turns to leave the establishment. "Better get a report up about this I guess." He checks to make sure Groove is okay before he leaves, though.

Hookshot has posed:
    Hookshot just tilts his head. He watches as the last remaining serving drones skitter off. <<"...That's not a good sign. Seems these 'drones' have some sense of self preservation.">> Right. Motley. "Oh! Oh oh oh! Is everyone okay! Oh no! What if they go after my shop? My shop! My precious!" 'Motley' turns and begins to run out of the bar, apparently to make sure those ruffian service drones leave his antique shop alone.Not that he's genuinely concerned on the matter.

Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off aims and takes the shot- and the drone that was attacking falls down, out for the count. Vortex's flattery makes the shuttle practically preen, armor fluffing slightly. "As well you should be," he answers the rotary happily. Though now... he glances around the bar, almost wishing Swivel HAD been here to see that amazing shot. Alas. However, he does see Groove, and ...he's not even sure what to do to the returned finger wave but nod in a polite sort of bow. Then he stiffly turns and ...goes to get more wine.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive looks at groove now that the drones seem down. "Hey are ya okay? Sorry I couldn't keep ya from gettin hit a few times. You okay? Did ya get injected with somethin or was it like tryin ta suck yer energon out?"

Vortex has posed:
Vortex taps his foot looking around. "Well?" he says. "You're..welcome. Buy this shuttle a drink and stop treating him like a third class citizen." he says impatiently. "He saved your lives."

Groove has posed:
"Yep, I'm alright -" Groove winces. "Quick correction. I'll be alright. I don't think it stuck anything in me..." He smiles at Hyperdrive and adds, "But, if I suddenly collapse or go crazy, then you'll have your answer."

For some reason, he remains lying on the floor, watching the ceiling.

Koinonia (12) has posed:
The bartender looks so done. "Damn this is why I don't usually ever pick up nightshifts anymore," he says, sounding bored and annoyed. He gestures around all the abandoned wine glasses. "Help yourself. I'm /so/ clocking out." And he does just that, then exits out the back, leaving Blast Off and Vortex to enjoy their spoils of war.