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| - Westminster Abbey! The pride of Britain! Many have been invited here today, be they human or robot. Dignitories from all over the world mill about taking their seats in the huge room, or snacking on the refreshments. There is a buffet set up with the finest cuisine the country has to offer - Pot Noodle, Marmite, Twiglets and Salad Cream all jostle for space. The Spanish President is currently filling his pockets with as much Salad Cream as he can! There are some large seats for Transformers too, near the front. Unfortunately someone had decided to seat all the Autobots and Decepticons together. Oh dear. Security is being provided by the EDC, as well as some guards in bearskin hats. And at the very front of the room, at the altar, is the Archbishop of Canterbury, nervously overlooking proceedings. Colonel Briar... is here somewhere with the EDC Security Task Force. He looks over at this Exo and nods to it. "As long as Jayson behaves, today should be glorious!" Galvatron is wearing his finest diplomatic robes -- that is to say, he is not covered in the blood of the innocent, yet. The Decepticon warlord mills around uncomfortably, rather offput by the somewhat social nature of the gathering, largely because he is trying to get the process of a new monarch being appointed delayed for as long as possible -- so that Britain may become the property of the more Decepticon-friendly Belgians. Every Decepticon here knows this, conveniently, somehow. Galvatron looks around, watching the humans, making some attempt not to trod on them. He knows that 'not killing everyone' will work toward his plan and toward Britain's ultimate downfall, but... will he hold out? /Can/ he hold out? "Drink, my liege!" Next to Galvatron is the Belgian Prime Minister, who looks suspiciously like Hercule Poirot. He hands Galvatron a can of Irn Bru. Because even in Westminster Abbey, there are some things that are sacred Jayson Redfield comes up behind Nate, placing his hands on his hips. "Don't I always behave?" Boomslang is not invisible, for once. He's seated with Catechism and the other seekers, and keeps glancing around shiftily, amusing himself by trying to figure out the social hierarchy of the many lavishly dressed humans present. Rodimus Prime, as leader of the Autobots, is technically a dignitary. However, the formal, political aspect of his position is one that's never sat well with him. Some genius has put his seat right next to Galvatron's, and his expression is very sour over the matter. Now and again, he shoots the Decepticons suspicious looks. On the up side, this manages to keep him from looking utterly bored! It is only a short matter of time before a trail of death leads to circling vultures. Now, normally, the death of a bunch of heirs to the English crown wouldn't bring out an iron vulture like Catechism, but hey, Galvatron wants to delay the coronation so that Belgium can take over England, and who is she to turn down a patented Galvaplan? So the F-35 circles above, hoping that she doesn't have to land and get into ceremonial gear. Seekers get /shot/ for wearing ceremonial gear. But then she has to land so she can be eeated near Boomslang and the othe Seekers, and so the cape and shoulderpads come out. Phoo. Galvatron leans down with a frown to accept the can of Irn Bru, which is tiny between his fingertips. He considers it, as one might a speck of dust, and then throws it into his mouth. It can be heard banging and clanging all the way down his throat. "...distasteful," he moans, wearily. Robotic Bald Eagle is perched on Galvatron's shoulder, wearing a business suit tailored for, uh, a bird of his size. He looks agitated in this strange, foreign land, regarding its British denizens with disdain. Occasionally he squints at some of the other Decepticons, observing them for signs of treasonous activity. "Cape too?" asks Boomslang as Catechism touches down. He's just wearing the big ceremonial shoulderpads. "Those things are bad luck." A Exo-Robot stands near one of the large doors that allow cybertronian admittence, rifel but resting in it's palm, the barrel extending up and propped against it's shoulder. A notable fact is that it is most decidedly /not/ a EDC frame, but rather one from the now defunct PN organization. It seems quite vigilent, it's face slowly panning across the room, keeping all under it's gaze.. even when it has to look up to gaze at a few people. Inside, Kurtz is, of course, focused on a game of solitaire, absently laying one card after another. No reason to worry right? Everyone's on their best behavior! Galen is milling about the crowd doing his best to stick near the Autobots when he can. Feeling very out of sorts dealing with such large cgroups of organic beings once again he almost wishes his other half were here. But he had said he would like to see more of Earth and this oppertunity was too good to pass up. Smoothing his tunic with his hands he looks about trying to take everything in. Darkwing is also here for some reason. Well some reason really being 'to get away from his constantly mopey and lazy 'brother', being rather annoyed with the dreary grey jet for the time being. He really didn't see the point in this corination thing; the humans should know better that its going to go badly for them, but then they never were an intellgent race. Maybe the new king will get squished and provide a few moments o entertainment as the humans over ract to death like always. Catechism sighs and considers the tartan of her many-folded cape, the ancient clan weave of Clan Coneheaded Seekers That Hover, and then she pokes one of her shoulderpads. She moans to Boomslang, "I /know/ it's bad luck! But the Inquistor has to wear formal gear to this sort of occasion. To do anything else would be unpatriotic." Galvatron, it should be noted, wears no formal gear, assumedly out of disrespect toward human politics. Rodimus Prime is naked because he's a robot. The Archbishop stares at the clock on the wall. It is nearly time! The President of Australia walks up to the buffet and takes a bite of the deep-fried pizza. He immediately falls over, convulsing, and is carried away by paramedics. An aide runs up to Nate Briar. "I... I trust everything is in hand..." he coughs, looking at Galvatron. "It is looking a bit scary..." And then he sees Jayson and bows slightly. "My liege" Hot Spot is standing some distance away with the emergancy services, he isn't an form of diplomat and is only there if anything goes wrong. He looks around and says to himself, 'This should be intresting. part of history." he hasn't takes a seat and waits just in case. Springer is sitting next to Rodimus Prime, looking more like a dignitary hailing from Ireland than from the Autobots what with green paintjob. He is shininer than ever and decked out in ceremonial garb, including so many medals pinned up and down his chest that he looks like some kind of African warlord (which I assume there are one or two of those present as well). He seems a bit less uneasy about being around the Decepticons than his commander, but as per the usual that is probably because he's just an easy going kind of guy. Until the shooting starts. "Rad party, Rodimus. Not so sure about the invite list though." The lean green Wrecker gives Prime a slight nudge with his elbow, and a smirk appears on his face. Jayson Redfield really doesn't like the Decepticon presence. But he doesn't mention anything about it, although his friends probably feel the same way. He glances around, trying to stay out of the way of wandering Transformers. Upon spotting Galen, who's probably hard to miss, he slips over to him. "Hey, Mr. Galen," he greets simply. Ever since the incidents on Nebulos, he's been rather interested in the natives. Grimlock stands next to the other Autobots- being monarchy himself, you know. Still, he hasn't bothered with much in the way of 'formal wear' because that would be stupid. (And Sludge ate the last paper crown Grimlock had). The dinocommander keeps his optic visor fixed on the complement of Decepticons, however- every now and then he'll let out a low, impatient growl. "Why they here?!" he grumbles towards anybody unlucky enough to listen. "When can me Grimlock go smash them heads in?" Nate Briar sighs and nods to the aide. "Wasn't aware of the heavy Decepticon presence. Man, it feels like EVERYONE is trying appeasement. All we need to do is paint a mustache under Galvatron's nose." He sighs and listens to the radio clatter. Jayson Redfield really doesn't like the Decepticon presence. But he doesn't mention anything about it, although his friends probably feel the same way. He glances around, trying to stay out of the way of wandering Transformers. Upon spotting Galen, who's probably hard to miss, he slips over to him. "Hey, Mr. Galen," he greets simply. Ever since the incidents on Nebulos, he's been rather interested in the natives. And then the aide addresses him, and Jayson stares. "Excuse me?" Robotic Bald Eagle gives Catechism such a glare. Of course he would've accused her of treason if she was not dressed appropriately! "I do not like this horrible place, Lord Galvatron!" he mutters to his leader. "I fear that we may taxed without representation at any moment! And what if our ships get too close? They might conscript our sailors into the British Navy! It's called "impressment," I think, but it's actually very disappointing!" "Yeah, no kidding," Rodimus mutters back to Springer, again casting a distrustful look towards the Decepticons. Slag stomps about as he stands near Grimlock, snarling as he glares at decepticons. "Me Slag want melt sceptycons and smash Galvytron." He growls as he watches them, as if considering which one to smash into first. Eeny....meany...miney... Galen pushes his way a bit through the crowd as he tries to keep from being forced out to watch with the masses. Dressed as he is it is no wonder he's mistaken for a civilian by most. Then Jayson greets him and the few guards giving him trouble seem to disappear. Bowing slightly for the help he smiles, "Redfield isn't it?" He too falls silent as the aide arrives not wanting to inerrupt. Rodimus Prime shakes his head. "This whole room is just a powder keg just waiting for the first spark." He starts to drum his fingers against the arm of his chair, then shoots those fingers a dirty look, as though they had decided to start drumming without his permission. Rodimus Prime looks up, giving Slag a wide-eyed look. Then he activates his radio. Catechism calls cheerily to Americon, despite his glare, "We just won't let any of our sailors get too close! And if they get too uppity, we can always just dump a load od tea in the harbour. Careful, though, we may run into Fleet here." Galatron grunts at Americon, turning away from the bird to shoot a bitter look toward any Autobot man enough to meet his gaze. "They're humans, Americon," the madman replies in a quiet voice. "Put one in your hand and squeeze, and it will burst. Remember that before you let yourself find such backward little creatures impressive." Grimlock grunts, and looks back at Slag- and then nods a silent (if reluctant) agreement to Rodimus. He hmms, and shrug at Slag. "Hnn. Wait." he commands Slag. "Wait 'til them septi-cons -DO- something. 'cuz them gonna do something. Is what thems septi-cons DO." The aide looks at Jayson wide-eyed. "But you are the...oh!" And then he scuttles away. And a blare of trumpets sounds out. The Archbishop takes to the podium. "Lords, ladies and gentlemen! Britain is an ancient country. Perhaps the best in the world!" He stops to take a forkfull of Pot Noodle. "It saddened us that we may not have found a monarch and so would be taken over by Belgium. But now we have. We have a man of honour. A man of distinction. A man of NOBLENESS. We have a KING. And now, he shall be CROWNED!" With that, the national anthem begins to play, and a drum roll starts! "Err, yeah. Jayson Redfield," the youth replies to Galen, and then he blinks as the aide scurries off. "Well that was weird." "NO!" Galvatron roars, stomping forward, knocking over a buffet table of braised ivy and an eel suspended in aspic. "I DEMAND A RECOUNT!" "Me Slag wait, but me Slag pick which sceptycon to smash beforehand so when they do something..." Slag says as he still seems to be looking about and growls as he looks about. "Where them humies put pie now..." He growls out. Robotic Bald Eagle hrmphs. "I don't have any tea on me," he says, repositioning his talons as he fidgets. "But if I did, oh boy!" Galvatron consoles him, and he sounds a little bit cheerier. "Well, it's a little harder for me, since, you know, I'm not as big as you! But I crush a human's head pretty eas--" The music starts, and Americon looks about, panicking. "The Redcoats are coming! The minutemen must be warned!" He alights from Galvatron's shoulder, blasting away into the sky. "What!?" Powerglide hollers from the mysterious place he's been hiding the entire time. "THAT JAYSON'S NOTHIN' BUT A NO GOOD...JERK!" Grimlock hmms at the commotion. "Oooo. Me Grimlock king! That count?" But, any ambitions to the throne Grimlock might have are soon cut short as Galvatron stomps forward- Grimlock seems even MORE eager at this prospect, cracking his knuckles ominously. "Me Grimlock no think they vote for kings." Catechism raises a hand and asks, "Can you be sure he's really a man and not an android replicant? That stuff happens all the time." The Aerial-frame continues it's idle vigil. Kurtz looking up to the screen as targeting reticles bounce from one Cybertronian to the next, sometime even wandering towards a member of the EDC. He never did recalculate those IFF circuits. He smiles, somewhat put off that noone's taking odds. Up, but here's the big moment! Up comes Galvatron, the Air-frame turning it's attention to the purple menace, a targeting reticle sticking right to his crowned head. "They vote for king, then me Slag vote me be king and Galvytron be clown person, Harr harr!" Slag yells as he laughs, and then looks to Powerglide. He doesnt do anything but one would seem to think how he looks between the decepticons and powerglide, that a new name on the smashing list has been added. Galen looks around very confused by all these goings on as the aide scurries off, such an odd people these humans are. "I find all of this very weird as you say Mr. Redfield. " As commotion begins Galen instinctively goes for his pistol only to realize he has not brought it with him. Well with luck things won't get too far out of hand. Rodimus Prime's shoulders slump in relief when Grimlock successfully talks Slag out of starting a fight right here, right now. The relief is short lived, however, as Galvatron starts shouting for a recount. "You don't count votes when chosing a king, Galvatron," Rodimus points out. He doesn't stand up yet, but he shifts his feet, ready to spring into action should things go wrong. Rodimus is really expecting things to go wrong. The Archbishop is nothing but cordial. "Of course valued evil space robots. We have tested for all signs of alien duplicates, replicants and mysterious fictional counterparts come to life. The British national anthem plays. It is awesome and everyone starts to sing along. From the back of the room comes a procession. First some Lords. Then some men holding ceremonial rods. Then one man comes with a crown resting on a pillow. And then, finally, a figure clad in regal robes. AND IT IS LORD CHUMLEY! Powerglide notices Slag's stare and just sort of backs away a bit. "Right, well, how about you guys tell me when this is all over and we can go home?" And with that, Powerglide pulls out a Hustler magazine and begins his reading. Darkwing would probaly commend Rodimus on his attitude of knowing things will go wrong; the Autobot leader seeming to have learned a little of the way the universe works. Jayson Redfield nods to Galen, and then turns his attention to the procession, really hoping nothing will happen. As he sees Chumley, he stares, and then lets his forehead sink into his hand. "Aw, no...not *him*..." Hot Spot turns to ther other emergancy services staff and says, "Well sounds like it's started." he listens to the music and stands as he knows with all those Decepticons and dinobots in the same area, That something will happen... hopefully at the worst case the Autobots can move the cons outside london... Grimlock stares at Lord Chumley for a few moments, and scratches at his head- and then he looks back to Galvatron. "Y'know what? Do recount thingie anyway." "WHAT?!" Rodimus explains, /now/ springing to his feet. He points at Lord Chumley. "Him?! You've /got/ to be kiddin-" Diplomacy. Diplomacy. Rodimus lowers his hands to his side, though the remain balled into tense fists for a moment before he can force his fingers open. He then takes a deep breath. "I /don't/ think this is a good idea," he says, voice now calmer. James Bailey moves through the crowd of onlookers (hopefully there's a crowd), one hand on an EDC earpiece, pressing it farther into his ear to hear over the noise all around. At the same time he tries to keep an eye on the actions of the various giant robots in the area. Galvatron picks up the Book of Kells, newly 'liberated' from Ireland and present for the ceremony, and throws it against the wall in anger. It explodes into dust and vapor. "HOW DARE YOU HUMAN FOOLS?!" he demands. "I WILL BLEED YOUR EMPIRE DRY FOR THIS, UNTIL YOU ARE AS IMPOTENT AND LAUGHABLE AS NORWAY!" "Heheheh...yeah.." Powerglide flips a magazine page, seemingly oblivious to the drama unfolding around him. Springer leaps up along with Rodimus, his hand instinctively moving to his waist where his subspace transceiver would bring his lightsaber to bear in a moments notice if necessary. "I'm on board boss. This is a bad call. Might not be our call to criticize, but it's a bad one nonetheless." Galen has no idea who this individual is that most people seem upset to see. Judging by Rodimus' outburst however it can't be good. with a slight shrug he returns to watching. Nate Briar smirks as he hears the clatter on the Autobot channel. Darkwing lets a twisted smile cross his face watching the revealation. Oh the universe is making things fun today; watchign as both Rodimus and Galvatron seem to be on the same page agsint the new monarch. Maybe this would be worth his time afterall. Amongst the procession is someone who rather obviously is not royalty--the terrorist Compton Xabat! He's clean-shaven and wearing his best, darkly colored business suit, and looking like the cat who ate the canary. Noticing some EDC troops among those gathered, he gives them a quaint little finger wave, smirking at them. "*Heh.*" Dr. Arkeville is just an old man in a wheelchair in the crowd. Pay no attention to him. No attention at all. He helps himself to a delicious flan, which he has clearly imported in from another country. SCANDALOUS. Boomslang drums his fingers on the armrests of his seeker-sized seating, narrowing his eyes. "Maybe you should consider the voting option," he suggests to the nearest Archbishop. Nate Briar remains calm and then sighs as Redfield tries to order Slag around on the Autobot channel. "Ugh. I should assign Redfield to work with both Powerglide and Slag." He nods sagely to himself and looks at his exo. Slag growls as he stomps by Galvytron, watching him and then this new king and snarls. "You be new humie king, where pie!?" He bellows to the people about to get crowned, seeming to ignore the fact Rodimus and Springer freaking out. One of the aides runs up to Jayson and puts a hand on the EDCer's shoulder. "Isn't it excellent, my prince!" he breathes! The procession reaches the podium, and Chumley steps up. He strokes his moustache as he sees Galvatron destroying something Irish. "Yes, I too hate the Irish!" he booms. The Archbishop waves his hands for silence. "We are lucky to have found such a noble heir to the British throne. After all the... misunderstandings with the UN were cleared up, we are sure that King Chumley will be an excellent monarch. He has already proved his kingly standings by being able to pass the Pot Noodle Taste Test." Chumley sits in the throne and waves him to get on with it. "And now...!" He takes the crown from the cushion and hovers it above Lord Chumley's head. "If there is anyone present who knows of any just cause why this man may not be lawfully crowned king, make it now known or forever keep your peace!" Grimlock hnnns, and glances at the Archbishop. "Him Chumley guy big jerk. That count?" a pause. "Also, uh...him international war-criminal badguy. But big jerk, mostly." "OH! OH! I HAVE AN OBJECTION!" Powerglide hollers, waving his arm around in the air. "Okay, hear me out for a few seconds. Okay....what kind of king..." He points at Chumley, "has such a /lame/ moustache? Eh? Ehh?" Jayson Redfield stares at the aide. "Who're you calling a prince?" And then he calls out, "Chumley is *insane*! What makes you think he'd be a good ruler?!" Slag growls at the Archbishop. "ME Slag no like him cause him big jerk and you NEED PIE!" He bellows as he glares at Chumly, even stomping towards the humans and their podium but not dangerously close, just a few steps. Nate Briar is just happy that they did put in Matthew the Marshall in as king of the United Kingdom. "THis is going to be a long, long night." "I'm going to go with Grimlock's 'international war-criminal' arguement," Rodimus answers the arch-bishop, crossing his arms. Then he gestures at the other members of the Concurrence present, "and clearly still associating with other international criminals and terrorists." He pauses for a moment. "But yeah, he is a big jerk, too." The Aerial frame continues it's steady vigil, eyes panning to and fro. It halts a moment on Compton, maybe a little bit of jealousy welling up. That dick had a cash scheme like that and he kept it to himself? Classy. Springer mutters something derogatory about Chumley disliking the Irish. Springer is all sorts of green, you see. It's practically St. Patricks Day every day when Springer is around! "This is slag. This is hot slag. This guy is a terrorist!" Springer shouts as he clenches a fist and shakes it at the Archbishop. "How can a terrorist become a head of state? It's not right!" Darkwing says, "You say that like most other world leaders are aany diffrent..."" Slag growls at Springer. "You get hit in head? Him no slag, Me Slag!" He bellows as he stomps the ground, giving a roar as if to better say he was the one and only. "NO!" Galvatron bellows, storming toward the throne -- his arm shoots out, intent on snatching the crown. "I WILL NOT STAND FOR THIS /CRETINOUS/ /BUFFOONERY/!" He does not care how big a scene he causes, even though his lack of manners causes the ambassador from Luxembourg to faint. Nate Briar is having fun with Powerglide on the radio it seems. He remains calm so far. This just means that the EDC will no longer be getting Charles Dickinson movies and marmite. The Archbishop puts on his glasses and checks the rulebook. "Hmm. Well there is nothing here about moustaches. And madness" he looks at Jayson sternly "is part of the job. Also 'pie' is a crude americanism, unless it is shepherd's pie." The aide thumbs up at Jayson. "Oh, you'll be glad to know that the monarch-elect, soon to be king pulled some strings and got all your adoption papers pushed through the courts /extra quick/!" The Archbishop polishes his glasses as Galvatron goes for him, moving a bit quicker now. "International wars are no concern of ours. Besides, everything has been smoothed over with the UN. I therefore declare..." He places the crown on Chumley's head "KING LORD CHUMLEY THE FIRST!" Compton Xabat laughs. "Their concerns are petulant, irrelevant," he tells the Archbishop. "And as for violating the law--whose law are we speaking of? Your law, or British law? Because if British law says we've done no wrong and violated no laws, then what the hell can *you* Autobots and EDC twits do about it?" He sneers cruelly. "/Nothing,/ that's what! Unless perhaps your two organizations wish to overthrow--" He grimaces as Galvatron loses it, backing away from the maniac. "BOOOOO," Powerglide jeers from the crowd. Bad moustache, terrorist, and insanity. Galen hears all of these words used to describe the next King and fails to see how that is enough to stop things. Perhaps the Cybertronians have different requirements for being in politics than he's ever seen before. No matter things seem to be coming to an end, good or bad the crown is set in place. Jayson Redfield stares at the aide some more. "*Excuse* me? He *what*? You've *got* to be kidding!" Why is there a Tiger here? Because it's a Predacon Tiger! Coronation? This is...amusing comedy! Mecha-Tiger isn't so amused by Lord Chumley, however. He sits down at the side of Galvatron's throne and growls. "You want I should gut the Human?" he says. And why isn't Galvatron blasting all these Autobots to scrap? Rampage collapses down onto all fours, his beast head replacing the position of his robotic head. He now stands before you in Tiger mode. The aide nods, handing Jayson a certificate. "No my prince! The King pushed it all through the courts extra fast, isn't it amazing?" Dr. Arkeville calmly eats his flan, watching the mess that is unfolding, seemingly amused by it all. Springer just shakes his head as the crown is placed. "You know, despite the fact that the position of King is merely ceremonial and the guy has no -actual- political power in reality, I still feel, what do they call it...'a great disturbance in the force'. This -sucks-, is what I'm getting at." "CORONATION, CHUMLEY?!" Galvatron roars, standing at the foot of the steps to the thrown. "THAT'S BAD COMEDY!" Galvatron then transforms, backflipping into his cannon mode, and training his sights on the new monarch and his throne! Darkwing would think that when several large mechincal beings that also double as mass death machines object to something; that humans would listen. But then that would again require intellegence on the part of humans. Chumley, the crown of Britain now on his head, rises from the throne, sceptre in hand. "Nay Lord Galvatron!" he booms. "For I am now king, and you are my /guest/!" In his other hand is what looks like a bottle of Salad Cream - which he hurls at the Decepticon leader! Lord Chumley strikes Galvcannon with his Salad Cream Grenades attack! Rodimus Prime steps between Galvatron and Lord Chumly. "All right, that tears it! I may not like what's going on here... hell, I /hate/ what's going on here, but I'm not going to stand by and watch you mow down any Terrans, not even international terrorist jerks - HEY!" he exclaims as Chumly throws a bottle of Salad Cream, either around him or possibly between his legs. Boomslang jumps up out of his seat as Galvatron is bombarded with something ridiculous. "His power is everything, salad cream is absurd!" Boomslang protests. "Literally absurd!" "PIE is good! You crude amerikananiztion" Slag bellows as he then turns to Galvatron and charges to try and ram himself into the decepticon cannon, growling and snarling as he charges. He growls as he is slowed down, watching the salad cream fly in the air and slam into Galvatron, but then he begins charging at him again. Mecha-Triceratops strikes Galvcannon with his interrupted charge (Punch) attack! Jayson Redfield groans. "Aw, *hell* no..." And then Galvatron transforms, and sheer terror runs through the youth's entire body. "Protect the prince!" squeaks the aide as he leaps in front of Jayson bravely! "FINALLY." So says Grimlock, and he springs into action! Well, given Grimlock's size, it's really not much of a jumping- but one gets the idea. Careful not to smoosh anybody underneath him, Grimlock attempts to grab the tread-cannon and wrestle it to point up at the ceiling- AWAY from any of the smooshy easily-combustible humans. Who says Grimlock's not a good Autobot? "Rar!" Grimlock strikes Galvcannon with his WRASSLE (Grab) attack! Jayson Redfield puts a hand on the aide's shoulder. "I don't *need* protection. *You*, on the other hand..." He looks around. "Get to cover. Quickly. The Autobots will handle Galvatron." Compton Xabat points at the EDC troops. "Will you stop them, already? It's your JOB to defend the human race, RIGHT?" he sneers. The PN suit gets a quizzical glance from him. He had thought all of those suits would've been seized, and probably scrapped. What exactly is going on with that guy? Is he EDC too? "Get the humans to safety!" Rodimus orders, turning towards the EDCers and any of his own team not actively attacking Galvatron. He gestures to the Concurrence. "Even /these/ idiots!" Then he rushes forward, charging the cannon. Like Grimlock, he is attempting to push Galvatron /away/ from the humans. Rodimus Prime strikes Galvcannon with his Pushy Autobot (Grab) attack! "No, no!" shouts the Archbishop, waving his hand at Rodimus. "We are BRITISH, we carry on like NORMAL." "EVERYONE BACK TO YOUR SEATS" Springer is a bit away from the crown and the debacle/brawl ensuing at the center of the ceremony. He stands up to his full height and tears several of the medals off of his otherwise lovely sash he is wearing, and throws it down to the ground in a huff. "Okay!" The Wrecker shouts, throwing a finger towards the exits. "Party's over! You don't have to go home but you can't stay here!" As the fight goes in, all the British people in the audience stay in their seats, sipping tea Talazia Keldahoff WAS outside. She's now running her way inside to get Redfield out. James Bailey throws the Archbishop a look, then turns and tries to direct the nearest civilians out of the area. "Clear the room...come on, keep it calm and orderly." He has to raise his voice to be heard over the sound of robots fighting, shouting and general chaos. "This is all routine, just head for the exits." The Aerial frame stands stock still, Kurtz still playing solitaire, one card laide over another even as his machine shakes from the super-robot smackdown happeneing a few feet away. He clears his throat and flips a switch, opening up exterior speakers. "Alright, everybody calm down. Don't make me come over there." he instructs dryly, distently, "I mean it. I will turn this coronation right around and we'll all go home." Nate Briar leans against his exo and remains calm. He almost seems to be enjoying this. Galvatron is subdued, for the moment -- first by the projectile hurled by Lord Chumley splattering right onto his targeting sensor -- then by Slag smashing into him before he could fire blindly anyway -- then by Grimlock and Rodimus Prime grappling with his relatively powerless cannon mode, which he nonetheless tries to thrash around in, despite not having limbs. "YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS!" Galvatron screams, voice tinny and thin as it emits from his cannon barrel. "YOU'LL ALL PAY FOR THIS!" Hot Spot runs towards the doors and radios on, "Rodimus! I'm not letting the emergancy staff in, It sounds like all hell has broken loose..." he pauses for a moment as he turns back and says, "You wait here for people escaping the undubted carnage... I'm going in, Keep yourself safe." as he does he breaks into a sprint towards the main enterance. He then gets a radio transmission from Springer and his worries are confirmed, Time to get everyone out. As chaos ensues Galen tries to keep himself near Jayson to offer what help he can. Noting how the crowd of humans doesn't seem to be phased at all by this disruption he shakes his head a bit. He expected to be in the middle of a full-scale riot as people tried to flee not standing around a bunch of tea sippers. Odd people indeed. Chumley waves his hands in a regal manner as Galvatron rages. "Galvatron, Galvatron, settle down. I believe you will find Britain... friendly to your whims. Indeed..." He clears his throat. "You will all find me a changed man, now that I have seen the light. You see..." TWO MONTHS AGO Chumley sits in his hunting lodge, by a cage. The cage door opens inwards, with the lock on the inside. "You see Dinsmoore!" he booms. "This is a reverse cage. When I am inside, it, I am actually /outside/ it, and everything outside it is inside it. Thus, I will have CAPTURED THE UNIVERSE." He steps inside the cage, locking the door. "I CHUMLEY, HAVE CAPTURED THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE! YESSSS!" ONE MONTH AGO Chumley sits in his cage. Dinsmoore passes him a cup of tea from outside. "Ah Dinsmoore. Now I have captured the universe, my life seems so hollow. I have completed everything. Maybe it is time for a change. Maybe I should become... king!" NOW Chumley coughs. "And luckily, at that exact time, the monarch and all the heirs to the British throne magically vanished! And I became your King!" Springer raises a confused mecha-brow as the command of the Archbishop seems to ring true for the British citizens present. They stay seated, like good little boys and girls whose loyalty is first and foremost to the crown. "Okay. Plan B. The archbishop said to stay in your seats? I got no problem with that!" Springer calls out as his large mechanical hands dig in to the rows of seats laid out for the coronation ceremony. Yes, he is picking up the seats with the people still in them, and spiriting them towards the exit. One would assume that they would probably continue sipping tea all the while. Grimlock has his arms full of Galvatron. "Yeah yeah, you do that." he grunts, and wrestles the non-flailing cannon back towards the door. "Hnnn. What us do with him?" he asks, leaning around to peer at Rodimus. "Me no think us hold him like this forever." "Cages don't work like that," calls Boomslang over the noise of the affray, including his own bursts of laser fire at one of the Dinobots who dared to lay hands on Galvatron. Boomslang misses Mecha-Triceratops with his Arm-Mounted Lasers (Laser) attack! Compton Xabat straightens his tie and exhales deeply. "Well, the do-gooders have proven themselves useful for something after all." He chuckles to himself, at least until he overhears what Chumley is saying. "Wait a minute, what do you mean by that? That's not what you told me--" He stops himself, looking about nervously. Slag growls as he watches Rodimus and Grimlock hold Galvatron and he growls. "Me Slag smash him out!" He says as he backs up. Him backing up manages to make him be missed by laser fire which he growls and turns to Boomslang, breathing out a smaller burst of flame at the decepticon. "Go way, Me bout smash Galvytron!" He bellows. Mecha-Triceratops misses Boomslang with his small flame (Disruptor) attack! Rodimus Prime continues to hold onto the struggling Galvatron. He shrugs at Grimlock. "We can as long as he doesn't transform, but we should probably make sure that his cannon isn't pointed somewhere important," he points out. Then Chumly makes his... overtures of negotiation, and Rodimus stares back at the human. "Are you fragging ins-" then he cuts himself off and mutters, "Wait, don't answer that." Jayson Redfield has to wonder if the British are all just insane. Then he mentally berates himself for such a thought. He curses to himself. "We gotta get outta here. Why isn't anyone else phased by this?" He stays close to Galen--safety in numbers, after all. He just hopes no more aides try to "protect" him. "YEAH! AUTOBOTS RULE!" Powerglide hollers, jumping on top of a chair and firing his pistol randomly into the air. The Aerial-frame, the one that has been standing next to the Cybertronian sized entryway all this time, picks up a blip on it's sensors. Someone was coming down the hall. Someone big. Kurtz smiled. With a bit of work on a pedal within his cockpit, the exo-frame extended a ankle casualy into the way of the charging autobot, hoping to mask a trip attempt as aforward step. He flipped a switch, cutting the exterior comm circuit. "No running in the halls." Air Exo misses Hot Spot with her Trip (Grab) attack! Chumley coughs as Boomslang interrupts. "Yes they do. Anyway, as of today, I can also announce that the FUTURE of your new Monarchy is in safe hands. For my ADOPTED SON, Jayson Redfield, is your new Prince!" A spotlight from the top of the roof shines in the direction of Jayson. "Britain will need new allies, new alliances. Strong allies. Preferably with space robots! Also I have decided to support conservation. Britain is now a haven for all endangered wildlife!" He coughs. "And... OH WHAT IS THIS?" He presses a button and his phone goes off, which he puts to his ear. "Goodness, I have just been informed that PARLIAMENT HAS BEEN DISOLVED. Well in that case I will have to name a new Prime Minister to look after the country!" Chumley had been prepared for this. His advisors had come up with the perfect puppet Prime Minister. A Lord Percival Owerglide. Unfortunately, Lord Percival had driven to the wrong place this morning, and was sitting, confused in a small diner outside Weston Super-Mare. King Lord Chumley looks down at his piece of paper. "My new Prime Minister is in this very room. It is P. Owerglide!" he announces! "NO!" Galvatron screams, still thrashing, and for some reason not transforming. "NO! NO! NOOO!" "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Jayson Redfield groans and facepalms as the spotlight shines on him. Nate Briar laughs! "Wow, this day gets better and better!" "W-what?" Powerglide lowers his gun. "I...I...HAHAHAHAHHA! I AM THE PRIME MINISTER OF ENGLAND! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS? DO YOU?" "I demand A MILLION MEDALS IN MY HONOR!" Dr. Arkeville pinches the bridge of his nose. Robots fighting (and robots always fight), this had been going entirely too well. It was about due for a turn south. An aide pops up next to Powerglide, handing him the ceremonial seal of the Prime Minister. "Of course sir. At once" he bows. Next to Jayson, another aide pops up, handing him a can of Irn Bru and a Pot Noodle. The crowd (what is left of it) claps politely as fire rages about the Abbey, and a few shots are still being carried out Hot Spot is running to save lives and isn't in the mood to look for some strange legs baring his way... Thats the main reason why seconds later Hot Spot is doing what a Hot Spot should not, Flying through the air... It's just pure and utter luck that he is able to twist in the air and land very unbalanced a little way away. He regains his balance and turns around and says, "What the... You Fool, Can't you see there are people who are going to get blasted by..." he stops and says, "No... You don't care... There is just one thing to do then, Get you out of the way so we can get these people out of here." with that Hot Spot breaks into a sprint and attempts to push the Exo Suit out of the doorway so the humans with springers help can get out safely. "Powerglide, declare that proceedings should continue outside because it's too stuffy inside," Rodimus Prime orders around the new Prime Minister. "You guys should get, uhm, a spot of fresh air." Galen shakes his head as Slag manages to set a small blaze going. "This is not going well at all." As the largers mechs all begin to run about and a few begin blasting he suddenly feels very vulnerable. Even more so when Jayson is announced as Prince given how close the two are standing. "We should find some cover or something before we're stepped on or worse." Compton Xabat's expression goes from confused to enraged as Lord Chumley continues to speak. Finally, he can't take it anymore. He approaches the new King, grabbing him by the shoulder and hissing, "CHUMLEY! This isn't part of the plan you told me about, what are you doing!? We're supposed to be putting an end to the robots, not making nice with them! I demand that you reverse your decision! At once!" Grimlock growls, and raps Galvatron none-too-gently on the cannon. "Quiet, you." Springer holds several chairs filled with tea-sipping Brits in his oversized hands and rushes outdoors, then a few moments later he returns, attempting to grab even more seats filled with limey tea drinkers so as to make the evacuations actually -occur- rather than degenerate into blind madness. He yells something into his radio, though at this point the gesture is probably utterly futile. Can't blame a Bot for trying, though. Chumley strokes his moustache at Xabat. "I am changing the deal Xabat. Not that there ever was one of course!" He snaps his fingers. "I am King now, and I must do what is best for Britain. EDC, TAKE HIM TO THE TOWER!" Compton Xabat's jaw falls open. "Wh--wha--" An Autobot? Prime Minister? That's ridiculous! Everybody knows Gordon Ramsay's the real Prime Minister!" the Tiger roars. He pounces at Powerglide. Mecha-Tiger misses Powerglide with his Oh No You're Not (Grab) attack! Rodimus Prime also continues to hold onto the struggling Galvatron. He looks at Grimlock. "Maybe we should try to drag this guy outside while we're at it." Powerglide takes the seal and holds it high over his head so everyone can bask in its importance. "Hahahahaha! Yessssss...finally! Recognition for all my hard work!" He hmms at Rodimus' suggestion and puts the seal away. "Yes! Everyone! OUTSIDE SO WE MAY DRINK IN CELEBRATION!" Then Rampage whizzes past him and he just fires his pistol at him. Powerglide strikes Mecha-Tiger with his Pistol attack! Jayson Redfield is handed an Irn-Bru and a Pot Noodle. He's looking a little pale and rather exasperated. He does, however, perk at Chumley's words. "You mean we get to *do something* about Xabat? Aw, sweet!" Grimlock nods to Rodimus- and then looks over at Powerglide. "Hnn. Good 'nuff for me Grimlock." and with that said, he continues to fight and scrabble with Galvatron- aiming to haul the cannon-con right outside! Grimlock strikes Galvcannon with his WRASSLE (Grab) attack! Galvatron finally transforms, thrashing his arms around and trying to powerfully swing his way free from his two captors at the mention of being taken outside. "NNNNYYYAAAAARRRRGGGHHHH!" he cries, eyes flashing savagely even as Grimlock manages to drag him. "I WILL NOT BE /DEGRADED/ BY YOUR /EARTHLING/ WHIMS, CHUMLEY!" Galvatron kicks upward, rising into his fearsome robot mode. Boomslang snatches a ceremonial shield off of the wall and holds it forth, Slag's little burp of flame washing over it and harmlessly around him (although no doubt making more work for Hot Spot) while Boomslang returns fire from around the shield with his tactical pistol. "Unhand that robot dictator, that's our dictator!" Boomslang strikes Mecha-Triceratops with his 50mm Tactical Pistol attack! [Pulled -2] The aide leans over to pour some hot water into Jayson's pot noodle, and pours in the sachet of soy source. "From the finest Welsh Pot Noodle mines, my liege!" he smiles. Chumley points at Xabat. "He shall be placed in the tower to await trial! Away with you nasty Mr Xabat. Away!" He then coughs. "Also I will announce the appointment of the MINISTER WITHOUT PORTFOLIO, the noble and righteous DOCTOR ARCHEVILLE!" He raises a brow at Galvatron and sits back down in his throne. "Indeed Galvatron. You are an HONOURED GUEST in my kingdom, and shall be treated as such! I am sure there is a lot we can give each other." The Aerial-frame's completely innocent attempt to stride into action that coincidentaly almost tripped the nearest emergency worker is misconstrued as a attack?! Clearly a unfortunate twist of circumstance! Befor he can attempt to talk his way out of it, Hot Spot replys with a shove, sending the frame toppling to it's side. "Well.. I feel threatend.." grouses the turn-coat pilot as he guides his mobile-frame back up and onto her feet befor attempting to guide it across the fracas and apprehend Compton. A switch is flipped and once more Kurtz can be heard as he stoops down, one of the machine's large hand sweeping out to gather him up. "Nothing Personal." Mecha-Tiger somehow misses the pounce, and gets hit by a pistol blast. But it doesn't really hurt. It just angers him. And nothing's worse than an angry Rampage. Because, you know. He's likely to go on a...Rampage. Mecha-Tiger strikes Powerglide with his GET OVER HERE! (Punch) attack! Dr. Arkeville announces, "Indeed, I do /not/ have a portfolio, so I am entirely suited for this position, my liege." He finishes the flan and wheels closer. Strangely, despite Chumly being king of England and Galvatron going ballistic and Slag setting the place on fire, things aren't /quite/ as bad as they can be. At least no one's died yet. A niggling, treacherous part of Rodimus's mind points out that if Chumly were to meet with an untimely fate, someone who is guarenteed sympathetic to the Autobot cause will be the new king, but Rodimus dismisses that thought. As Galvatron transforms, Rodimus steps back, but prepares to leap at him again if he causes problems. "Chumly, I /don't/ think negotiating with him is really wise." He pauses as Galvatron rages. "Or, well, possible." Slag gets shot and he snarls and stomps his legs as he charges right for the the decepticon hiding behind the shield. "Me Slag Smash you then smash dickytator!" He bellows as he moves to headbutt Boomslang Springer is still running back and forth from the assembled medical and emergency teams and the remaining Brits who are present, hauling them away from the potentially highly dangerous scene with zeal. It wasn't the most glamourous job, but -somebody- had to try to keep the British citizens safe seeing as their KING didn't seem to have their best interests in mind at all. He continues speaking into his radio all the while, growing more flustered with every new sprint. Powerglide is struck by Rampage and that's /so/ not cool. "Ugh! You idiot! Don't you see I'm the PRIME MINISTER!? I will have your head for this!" He begins to punch the Predacon over and over again in the face. Powerglide strikes Mecha-Tiger with his Punch attack! Chumley pushes his hand into a box of Quality Street that is beside the throne and takes a purple one, munching it. "Maybe Rodimus, maybe. But my PRIME MINISTER shal enter into negotiations on my behalf. I have it on good authority that he is an excellent diplomat. The British Empire will of course hear your diplomacy too!" One of the british people Springer is carrying accidently drops a Chicken and Mushroom Pot Noodle onto the Autobot's head :(Compton Xabat stares at Chumley, disbelieving for a few moments. Only Kurtz's attempt to grab him reminds him of the rest of the world. "You're a fool, Chumley!" Xabat screams, shuffling away from the grabbing exo-hand. "You can't trust the robots, you fool! They'll betray you, like they betrayed me, and killed thousands of my men!" Tears roll down his cheek as he begins to suffer an emotional breakdown. "And you can't do this to me! I SAVED YOU FROM ARKHAM! CHUMLEY!" Mecha-Triceratops strikes Boomslang with his Headbutt attack! [Pulled -3] "WOOO! Everybody outside!" Grimlock shifts his grip about as Galvatron transforms- but this just gives Grimlock the opportunity to actually hang onto LIMBS as opposed to treads and cannons or something. And so, Grimlock attempts to haul Galvatron outside, where there's less people and antiquities to crush underfoot! Grimlock strikes Galvatron with his Bum's Rush! (Grab) attack! Darkwing finally decides to to do something; he has been just enjoying the chaos of the room falling part around him; the stupid brits not moving; Chumley's announcements, everyone piling on Galvatron, dinobots beign more destructive then helpful. Its all just music the the dour blue decepticon's audio receptors. Standing up finally from his seat, not that anyone's really noticed him in the chaos, he takes his sweet time and picks his target; deciding to go with the Protectobot leader; to hamper any further rescue attempts. Darkwing strikes Hot Spot with his Electro-Kinetic Blasters attack! Springer roars something unintelligible about British dietary habits, but continues attempting to safeguard them all the same. He's a sweetheart like that. Jayson Redfield huffs and eats his noodles, all the while trying to stay away from the commotion. He downs the noodles and the drink quickly, realizing just how hungry he actually was, and then turns his attention to Xabat. He points at him accusingly. "You're one to talk, you murderer!" Rodimus Prime turns and looks back at Chumly. "So your Prime Minister will be handling the negotiating with us giant robots, huh?" Galvatron, meanwhile, attempts to roughly and humorlessly shove Grimlock away, even as his dragging feet dig deep gouges into the priceless floors. "NEGOTIATIONS, CHUMLEY?! /FINE/!" Galvatron sneers, thrashing more still. "I WILL SHOW YOU THE SUPREMACY OF DECEPTICON NEGOTIATION! BRING ME YOUR CHALLENGER!" Galvatron strikes Grimlock with his Counter-Grab (Grab) attack! Hot Spot watches as the aerial exo rushes towards Xabat, he shrugs and runs towards the humans to try and get them out of the hall. Chumley takes a drink of salad cream as he watches Galvatron. "Prime Minister, enter diplomatic negotiations!" he barks The flurry of punches barely fazes the Predacon. "I have a better idea. How about I'll have YOUR HAND?" he retorts. The jaws open wide, waiting for an errant punch to make its way in there! And when it does...the jaws will go SNAP! Mecha-Tiger misses Powerglide with his Careful where you put your hand... attack! [Pulled -2] "Ugh! Leave me alone! I have important negotiations to perform!" He sends a kick to Rampage's face hoping it'll deter any more attempts on his life. "YES! NEGOTIATIONS! LET THEM BEGIN!" Powerglide strikes Mecha-Tiger with his Kick attack! The ceremonial shield wasn't really meant to stand up to a Dinobot's charge, and it breaks into splinters! Boomslang stumbles through an ornately decorated wall with a grunt as Slag smashes him backwards, and is lost to view in the cloud of plaster dust! "Argh!" And Grimlock is shoved back- landing on his butt with a *THUD!* He growls- and is soon back on his feet; though not in time to prevent Galvatron's rant and challenge. Galvatron storms over to a conference table that no one seemed to notice before, and which is conveniently sized for giant robots -- it is actually an artifact from the 12th century, when someone told a King the legend of Jack and the Beanstalk and the King declared that preparations must be made in case these bone-eating giants came /down/ from their home in the heavens. Galvatron sits at one end, steepling his fingers impatiently. Galen ducks and dodges as all hell beaks loose around him, despite the relative calm of the spectators. As shards of flying glass and other debris pepper him he is again reminded that he is not safe like this. Quickly summoning his protective armor he makes a dash towards Compton trying to shield him from being nabbed. "I think it might be in your best interest to come with me. Your friend there seems to have turned the tables on you, we might be your best chance to not end up locked in this 'tower'. As if in homage to 80's cartoons past Galen places his right fist against his left inner forearm and yells, "Power Extreme!" Energy slowly begins to creep around his body as he extends his limbs into an X pattern. With a bright flash his exo-armor forms around his body shielding him and allowing him to 'form the head'. Hot Spot is knocked back and falls against the wall, he shakes his head and through bleery optics he sees a dark burn on his chest, He looks around as he slowly stands up and looks around to see who attacked him. With everyone around him seemingly in a frenzy with everyone fighting everyone else he takes one more look and thinks to himself that it must have been a miss from one of the others fighting at the other side of the room. He shakes his head as it seems a little missed up as he walks towards the nearest bench and says, "Get the heck out of here before you get blasted!" he points to the dark patch on his chest and watches the expression on the lords and ladies on the bench, they discuss the impact of them being struck with a cybertron energy weapion and decide cowardess is the best option as the small group run towards the door. pass Rodimus Prime looks up at Chumley, then over at Galvatron, then back at Powerglide. "Your Prime Minister seems to be 'negotiating' with Rampage right now, Chumly." Then he turns round towards Galvatron. "Fortunately, he said /I/ was part of these negotiations, too." Then Galvatron, shockingly, does not open fire on Powerglide. He shrugs, and also sits down at the table. As Chumly said, he's part of these negotiations, too. "Hm! It's moments like these that make me glad I always come prepared!" Powerglide opens up his chest compartment and pulls out a (magnetic) red tie which sticks to his neck. He sits at the table next to Rodimus, "LET US.....NEGOTIATE!" Then to Rodimus, he whispers "...what do I do?" Spittle flies from Xabat's mouth as he screams at Jayson, "SHUT UP! Shut up shut up! You want to see a murderer!? I'll give you one! I'll strangle you with my bare hands! GYAAAHHHH!" And so, Xabat, lost in homicidal rage, flings himself at Jayson Redfield, arms outstretched. Compton Xabat misses Jayson Redfield with his Grab attack! "Slippery little-" Kurtz muttered as Compton shuffled just out of reach, "Stand still, will you? We can all go have a nice cry in some jail cell in a drafty tower." he coaxs rudely, making another reach for Compton, attempting to snatch him out of the air befor he can reach Jayson. Rodimus Prime leans over towards Powerglide and says, "I have no idea, I've been improvising the whole time." "VERY WELL," Galvatron roars. "BUT AS YOU HAVE COUNSEL, I TOO DEMAND MY OWN!" Galvatron glances around the room. "I DEMAND AS MY COUNSEL -- COMPTON XABAT, FILTHY HUMAN TERRORIST!" From Air Exo , Kurtz Weiss says, "Hah, got you now you slippery sonuva-" Chumley waves a hand at the EDC. "Very well. Xabat may be Galvatron's counsel, but he is then off to the Tower straight away. And he will NOT be allowed to listen to The Archers!" Slag growls as he stomps away from the hole, believing he smashed the decepticon somewhere else. He then growls as he finds the buffet tables and bites it, snacks, and tablecloth, pulling it over as he eats. Mecha-Triceratops takes extra time to steady himself. [Pass] Jayson Redfield ducks to the side, out of Xabat's reach. "Try it again, if you've got the guts! I'm itchin' for a fight!" he snaps at the man, and then watches as he's snatched up by Kurtz. "Hey, nice catch!" As the remaining crowd break into song amidst the fighting, singing "LAND OF HOPE AND GLORY", Chumley waggles a finger at Jayson. "Come here my prince, let us discuss matters of state!" Springer returns from outside once more, and gives the entire room a quick sweep for other civilians. It'd be a darned shame if a foreign dignitary were to have been crushed underfoot during this wack-a-doo rampage, and even more a shame if Springer had been the one to have accidentally crushed him or her. "Okay...so...hey Chumley! I've got some -business- with you!" The Wrecker shouts to the apparent King of England, a certain menace tinging his voice. Grimlock makes some grumbling noises, and glances around as the building clears- and then he looks over at the negotiation table, idly crossing his arms across his chest- perhaps dissapointed that he doesn't get to dispense more violences. pity. The Tiger doesn't think much of negotiations. "Only weaklings and humans negotiate!" he snarls, then pops out his port guns. "How about you negotiate these and maybe they won't turn you into Swiss Cheese!" He opens fire on Powerglide, trying to fill him full of holes, or at least getting him to learn how to dance Old West style. Mecha-Tiger misses Powerglide with his Gun-Ports attack! Rodimus Prime turns towards Rampage and /smirks/. "Rampage," he says, gesturing to Galvatron, "do you see Galvatron here, sitting at the negotiations table? Are you saying, then, that he's either a weakling or a human?" He grins /real/ wide. Powerglide drums his fingers on the table; oblivious to the bullets soaring all around him. "Hmm...Excuse me a second." He whips out his pistol (hot stuff) and shoots at Rampage again. Powerglide strikes Mecha-Tiger with his Pistol attack! Compton Xabat's charge is brought to an abrupt end by Kurtz Weiss, who snatches him in mid-air. "Let go of me--" He recognizes the voice just then. "--Kurtz? Wait, you were one of us, weren't you? You stood against the robots, just like me!" Xabat grins madly at the exo gripping him, cheek twitching. "Come, on, let go of me..." Xabat might have missed the declaration that he will serve as Galvatron's counsel. Oh, but when he does... Galen at first thought things were going to be easy as Compton moves towards him, sadly he continues on trying to get at Jayson. He doesn't get all that way however as the large exo-frame intercepts his charge. Unsure what the armorclad human intends to do Galen can only hope things have not taken a turn for the worse. Taking note of the turn of events and how some things have calmed Galen quickly moves closer to Rodimus and the table. Darkwing shakes his head as the Protectobot ignores him, and turns to look at the new turn of events, with Galvatron in negoations and using a germ as council. His red optics then catch sight of Springer calling the new king out. He ponders just what he should do; not like it would do him any good. He'd just get ignored again. Maybe he should just see how things unfold further (pass) Dr. Arkeville wheels off to go minister without a portfolio. Perhaps... /children's cartoons/. Yes. The perfect place for subliminal messaging! "FURTHERMORE," Galvatron cries, "I DEMAND A /DECEPTICON/ MEMBER OF THE BRITISH GOVERNMENT, IN A POSITION OF POWER /EQUAL/ TO THAT OF PRIME MINISTER, TO ENSURE /EQUAL REPRESENTATION/ AND OTHER /DISGUSTING HUMAN PRINCIPLES/!" Jayson Redfield calms himself, and approaches Chumley. "What do you want?" "OH COME ON!" Powerglide exclaims, throwing his hands on the table. "You're making this more complicated than it needs to be!" The Tiger did NOT see Galvatron at the negotiating table! He was too busy tangling with Powerglide. "Whatever," he says to Rodimus Prime. He knows that Galvatron is going to start shooting at the end of negotiations anyway. It's not like Rampage expects Galvatron to negotiate things away. He tries chewing on Powerglide again. "I ain't done with you, minibot," he growls. Mecha-Tiger misses Powerglide with his Om nom nom (Pistol) attack! "YOU COME ON!" Galvatron roars right back, punching the tabletop. Rodimus Prime leans over towards Powerglide and mutters, "Tell him that you can't have two Prime Ministers. That's not the way these things work." Then he peers up at Galvatron. "You know, Galvatron, Rampage just called you a human weakling." Well, indirectly. Slag walks to Grimlock, table in his mouth as he munches on the refreshment table and refreshments. He growls and turns his optics at Galvatron. "You Grimlock no smash him Galvytron? You no miss him, he right there!" He bellows with a mouthful of table and stuff. Powerglide slams his fist on the table, "Galvatron! You can't have two Prime Ministers! That's not how, uh, this stuff works!" Then he shoots Rampage again, "NO! BAD! GO LIE DOWN!" Powerglide strikes Mecha-Tiger with his Pistol attack! Grimlock grunts at Slag. "Me Grimlock think them am negotiating. Not smashings." he hmmms, and looks over at Rampage- and then he points Slag at the Tigercon. "You can break him that guy, though!" "Not to mention," Rodimus points out, /glaring/ at Rampage, "It's kind of hard to continue negotiations when your troops keep /attacking/ the Prime Minister." Galvatron pauses at Rodimus' words, sneering. "I will /deal/ with that /later/, you /interloping cur/," he hisses. Then, his eyes return to Powerglide. "/MAKE/ IT WORK! ARE YOU TELLING ME THAT YOU LACK THE /AUTHORITY/, /POWERGLIDE/?!" Powerglide almost shits a brick when Galvatron starts yelling at him. "....Uhm.." Kurtz muses over squishing Compton. It'd be a pain to hose down that hand though. The SV-51 only stares blankly back at Xabat, "Sure did, but hey. Got to do what I'm paid for, right?" he replies dispassionatly, straightening up and then lugging Compton over towards the giant-robot conference table, the arm extending to rest him on the tables surface infron of Galvatron. "We can talk about 'them good ole days' after you do your counseling thing, though." he informs, tyhe machine loosing the mad man from it's grip. Slag growls as he opens his mouth and crushes the table and then goes to try and gore Rampage with his horn, snarling as he charges for the tiger, not caring if the table was in the way. Mecha-Triceratops strikes Mecha-Tiger with his Sharp horn OWCH! (Punch) attack! Darkwing makes his way over to the negoataion table, trying to avoid the fueding primatives and Minibots. He watches quietly as Galvatron negoatiated with the Minibot, surprised he's not opened fire on the conehead-wannabe. Rodimus Prime leans over towards Powerglide and mutters, "Tell him that those sorts of things have to go through Parliment, and Parliment has just been disolved." Powerglide slams a fist on the table again (that's how you let people know you're serious). "Those sorts of things have to go through Parliment! And Parliment has been destroyed! DISOLVED! It's been disolved!" Hot Spot looks around and strangely everything seems to have calmed down... Very strange indeed, Yes Rampage is playing with Powerglide who seems to be the new prime minister of the united kingdom... even though the king hadn't got that kind of power these days... the King is more like a big figurehead, to wave at people and kiss small babies.. Open hospitals and make money for the british economy... The real prime minister has power but not for what Galvatron is after... He crosses his arms ant watches... The Tiger gets shot and tossed! What did he wake up to this morning, Bizarro-world? Galvatron's actually negotiating? And humans made Powerglide a Prime minister? "HE can't be Prime Minister! He's not human!" he protests, "I'm sure it says so in the British Constitution!" He loops around to sit behind Galvatron. Compton Xabat is dropped down onto the table before Galvatron, landing on his rear unceremoniously. "Counseling?!" he asks Kurtz. "What do you..." Slowly, he turns his head in Galvatron's direction. "No. No no no NOOOO! I will not counsel him! I hate him! I hate him more than anything! I'll... I'll kill him!" Should Galvatron have any hands on the table at the moment, Xabat will hurl himself at them, trying to punch and kick them. Compton Xabat strikes Galvatron with his Rabid Human (Punch) attack! Chumley looks at Jayson. "Oh Jayson my boy, can you forgive an old fool. I have been redeemed, and now I will do my best to serve my country with honour and pride. Can I do less? Will you stand by my side, help those less fortunate than us?" Galvatron snarls, and then simply grabs for Compton as he rushes at his hands, attempting to grab the human and clutch him tightly. "Ah, my /counsel/ has arrived," Galvatron says, grinning darkly, as if amused by one of his not-actually-funny jokes. "/POWERGLIDE/! DO AS I COMMAND, YOU WEAK-MINDED STRIPLING, OR I WILL /RIP/ THIS /HUMAN/ IN /HALF/!" Galvatron strikes Compton Xabat with his Grab attack! Grimlock stares at Galvatron for a few moments. "Tell him to do it! Nobody like him Copay Batman." Mecha-Triceratops says, "Me Slag agree, tell him do it!" Powerglide just shrugs at Galvatron. "Hey man, I don't even know the guy. Do whatever." As Galvatron grabs up Compton, Rodimus stands up and looks ready to lunge across the table at Galvatron. "Let him go, Galvatron!" he roars angrily. It's that damned 'Compassion for all life' programming acting up again. Darkwing me chuckles softly, think Lord Galvatron picked the wrong human as council... Springer is still storming towards Chumley, not looking even remotely pleased nor diplomatic. "Hey, I'm talking to you! I've got something to give to you, oh King of England!" That last part sounded sarcastic, could you tell? "Specifically...I have this for you!" With that, Springer drops down to one knee and opens the palm of his hand, revealing a large shining medallion emblazoned with various Cybertronian letters on it. It's a ...coronation present? Mecha-Triceratops says, "Him Rodymus like him compy?" "Ah!" Chumley strokes his moustache. "Thank you Autobot. It seems chivalry is alive in these days. Jayson my son, fetch that for me will you?" "No, I don't like him!" Rodimus exclaims angrily, gesturing towards Compton, "but I can't just let Galvatron rip him and half!" Mecha-Triceratops says, "Why?" The Aerial-frame is notedly taking two or three steps back. Kurtz felt bad about just handing Compton over to his apparent demise, but, hey, whtchya gonna do? Jayson Redfield listens to Chumley in silence. After a long more, he sighs. "I can't stand by you. I have other duties to tend to, back in the States or wherever the EDC is needed." He turns, and witnesses Galvatron snatching Xabat. Part of him wants to cheer Galvatron on, but another part of him, the part that couldn't shoot Xabat when he had the chance, can't stand to see another human being harmed. "Let go of him!" he calls, although he's not sure why. And yes, he's ignoring Chumley now. Mecha-Triceratops says, "Him Galvytron do work for us." Rodimus Prime clenches his fists at his side. He still looks ready to leap across the table at any moment. "Because that's /not/ how we do things, Slag." "If that's not how you do things, someone forgot to tell him," the Tiger says, pointing at Powerglide. "Rodimus! Now is not the time for violence!" Powerglide says, pointing a finger at the Autobot Leader. "We shall /negotiate/ for this man's life." Slag stomps to Grimlock and growls. "Him Rodymus act funny, me no get him." Galvatron keeps Compton in his grasp, smiling at the chaos he's sown. "INDEED, /POWERGLIDE/. I'm so glad that unlike your /theoretical/ 'leader,' /you/ can discuss things RATIONALLY." He pauses. "My /first/ demand: THE AUTOBOTS MUST LEAVE EARTH -- FOREVER!" "Your bargaining posture is highly dubious," Boomslang's voice chides Powerglide from somewhere behind the little red guy's left shoulder. Compton Xabat sputters and hisses, trying to wriggle out of Galvatron's gasp, but it's absolutely futile. Springer does his best acting performance in -centuries- as he continues to stay kneeled down before the pompous King Chumley of England. "Here, your highness. I know the coronation hasn't gone exactly as you probably would have liked, what with Galvatron trying to kill one of your guests, and...all that. But don't let it get you down, highness. It's tough at the top." He holds his hand out to deliver the cybertronian medal to the King directly since Jayson has /ignored the 'noble' Chumley. Hot Spot looks towards Galvatron and draws his very large and seeming very powerful Fireball cannons and emits, "Now, We don't want to start doing things like this do we, You rip him appart, I shoot you in the face a few times, Others jump on..." he listens to Galvatron tyraide and laughs as he holds his aim towards Galvatrons face. Rodimus Prime doesn't respond with, 'Well, Powerglide is hardly a model Autobot,' but he thinks it /really/ loud. He then looks down at Powerglide and hisses, "Well, /get negotiating/." He starts looking around the room, trying to figure out some way to get Xabat out of his situation without killing him. "Woah woah woah, big and purple. You can't just start off with a deman like that! You have to work up to that kind of thing," Powerglide says. He almost falls out of his chair when Boomslang pops out of nowhere and starts saying things. Chumley reaches out to take Springer's gift. "Jolly sporting of you, old chap." He wipes a tear from his eye. "Watch my heir for me, will you. He must learn of his heavy responsibilities" "Yeah, us no do that." Grimlock rumbles. "Specially not over that jerk guy you got!" Slag growls and roars, nodding in agreement with Grimlock. "HMM. Your /brazenness/ is impressive, Autobot, I'll give you that much." Galvatron squeezes Compton again, just to be a jerk, although it's not really a fatal or even injurious squeeze. Just annoying and mechanical. "VERY WELL. All of your Autobot /COMMANDERS/ will leave Earth -- /FOREVER/!" Rodimus Prime finally starts to calm himself down. He assesses the situation. His instincts got the better of him for a moment, and he screwed up, showing that he valued the human's life. That was a mistake. Rodimus collapses into his chair and throws his legs up on the table. "You know, Galvatron, on second thought, do whatever you want with Xabat. He's been nothing but a pain in my exhaust-pipes since day one, anyway." Despite his words, however, Rodimus mentally begins lining up a shot. As Hot Spot points a gun at him, as well, Galvatron simply stares over at the Protectobot. "Prime Minister, control your dogs," he says, tiredly. Springer nods solemnly to the new king. "It's going to be tough, you know, teaching him all of those lessons about leadership and wisdom which you've learned the hard way over the years, am I right, your highness?" The Wrecker is really, really, really trying to be so utterly pleasant right now it's -painful-. "Those are lessons taught through pain, and struggle, and triumph over adversity. But you'd know all about that. You've struggled!" Of course, all of this is happening while Galvatron is threatening to take Xabat apart at the seams. Compton Xabat lets out a strained grunt as the nigh-indestructible metal fingers squeeze the air out of his lungs. "Never... never forgive you for this, Chumley!" Xabat wheezes out. "Never forgive you... kill you all!" Darkwing luaghs as Xabat says that like he's gonna make it out of this alive. "Yes... I am pretty wonderful, aren't I?" Chumley smiles, stroking his moustache again. "Of course, being monarch is more than about Power. It is about the people. Now I must serve the English. The Scottish. The Irish. And.. the..." He pauses. "You know. The ah, Welsh, yes. It is a difficult task, and one I must train young Redfield for as soon as possible" Powerglide rubs his chin and actually considers that for a few minutes. If all the Commanders left, that would give the minibots a chance to form their own government. "...Hmm....Still too big of a demand.." Mecha-Triceratops says, "That mean Him Grimlock go way and Me Slag be king." Mecha-Triceratops says, "Me Slag say do." Hot Spot looks down at the seated Rodimus and sighs, then looks back to Galvatron and emits, "It's not the person i'm trying to protect, it's the life. I don't care what the person has done now or in the past or what they are going to do in the future, A life is a life and i will always do what i can do to protect it." his optics flicker quickly and laughs as he says, "Even if it was a decepticon in the grasps of my good friends the dinobots, I wouldn't allow them to make party hats out of it's innards... No... I stand up for those who can't stand up for themselves..." he keeps his Fireball cannons trained on Galvatron. Galvatron thinks. Rodimus Prime is obviously trying to trick him -- Powerglide, to stall him. How can he cause chaos between the /two/ -- put both Autobot presences at the table against each other? "Very well," Galvatron murmurs, "then I leave it to /you/, Powerglide. CHOOSE! ONE OF YOUR FELLOW AUTOBOTS MUST BE /EXILED/ FROM EARTH -- /FOREVER/! Make your choice NOW!" Springer nods once more. "Of course, of course. But why the rush? I'm sure that you will have a long and prosperous future ahead of you. Although I suppose they said the same about the heirs to the crown, so perhaps it's always good to be cautious. You never know, your highness, perhaps those responsible for the heirs disappearences may come for you!" Springer shakes his head, trying to appear very saddened by the very idea of losing the gallant King Chumley. "I HAVE COME TO A DECISION!" Powerglide hollers, scrambling up onto the table. "FOR XABAT'S LIFE, WE, THE AUTOBOTS, SHALL GIVE YOU FOXFIRE!" Slag roars as he breathes out a massive fire burst towards Galvatron but it instead goes under the decepticon leader, burning the entire floor under Galvatron, roaring as he does such. "Woo!" So Grimlock says at some signal- and then he brings his Galaxial Rocket Launcher out- "Me Grimlock negotiate with EXPLODEY!" And with a *FWOOSH!*, he launches a rocket...right at the ground beneath Galvatron's feet! "AND DEFCON!" Powerglide adds. "You can take Defcon too. AND SLAG! Take horn face as well. Oh, and don't forget Slingshot." "..AND THE TECHNOBOTS!" he continues. "Don't forget those guys." Jayson Redfield calls to Powerglide, "I thought he said just *one* Autobot!" "And you can have Jayson, too." Powerglide finishes with a nod. Chumley nods. "Ah yes, but I have protection in the form of the noble and brave EDC. My heir will ensure nothing happens to me, or chaos would spread throughout the land, and Belgium would rule." He leans forwards to Springer. "I suspect the Belgians as the culprits behind the regicide, you know" Jayson Redfield facepalms. "Steeltread," whispers a voice near Powerglide's ear. "OH! AND STEELTREAD! YOU CAN TAKE STEELTREAD AS WELL!" Powerglide hollers, slamming both fists on the table. Springer feigns surprise. "No. The Belgians?! No. That's just not right! How dare they? Well you know, -I've- never much cared for them at all, your highness. It bothers me to no end to think that they are so close to this beautiful country. But you can never be too cautious, you know. The EDC has proven...less than reliable in the past." Springer whispers that last part. Hot Spot leans down slightly and whispers in Powerglides other audio receptor as he keeps his optics on Galvatron, 'Pow-a-gl-i-dee' "And Hot Spot!" Powerglide adds. "They... put mayonaise on chips, you know!" Chumley exclaims Springer nods to Chumley. "Madness, your highness. They are a country in the grip of -madness-." Galvatron is about to cackle in triumph, but just then, the floor crumbles from underneath him. "Wha -- NO!" Galvatron, in his surprise, loosens his grip on Compton -- by, er, throwing him. He then proceeds to fall through the floor, crashing through level upon level, until Galvatron finds himself in an ancient plague-era necropolis, wallowing amongst frigid water and ancient bones. "NYYYYARRRRRgGGHHH!" he cries up, the scream echoing toward the surface. "Shut. UP. Powergli-" Rodimus starts, then cuts himself off as, over the radio, he gives a signal. With the signal given, he leaps up, ready to make a grab for Compton Xabat as the floor is blasted out from underneath Galvatron. Fortunately, Compton's been thrown away, making this a bit easier. Grab or miss, he then slides onto the floor, hand outstretched with (hopefully) the human in it. Rodimus Prime strikes Compton Xabat with his Catcher's Mit (Grab) attack! "Wow." Grimlock says, even as the smoke wafts up from the barrel of his rocket launcher. "Me Grimlock not know castle go that far down!" Slag moves to the hole and growls. "Me Slag wonder if me can throw him Powerglide down there and hit Galvytron." He says and peers to Powerglide. Chumley peers from his thone over at Galvatron. "Oh bother!" he exclaims. "Did he just fall through the floor into the ancient plague-era necropolis?" Compton Xabat is saved from the clutches of Galvatron... and immediately finds himself in the clutches of Rodimus, so perhaps it would be inaccurate to say he was saved. "NOOO! I will not be imprisoned!" He tries to stand up and scramble out of Rodimus's hands before it is too late! Hot Spot hears the explosion and normally that would mean a pair of fireballs leaving his cannons... but he manages to draw them back as he watches Galvatron fall, He quickly puts the cannons away as he takes a few steps back from the now increasingly big hole in the floor. He watches as the human is released and starts to fly through the air. Rodimus seems to be running to catch the human and at the split second and with inches to spare catches him gently. Springer casts a quick glance towards the sudden explosion which bores a tremendous hole in the castle floor, and the resulting Rodimus Catch (tm)...but then he looks back towards Chumley. "He sure did. He sure did. So, your highness, I have a concern of -law-, which I know you are an expert. Legally speaking, how did you end up being crowned the King of England? I only ask because I am so impossibly ignorant of such things, and you, well, you are utterly brilliant with regards to such things." "Looks like it," Rodimus answers Chumley from where he lies on the floor. As Compton Xabat tries to scramble out of his hands the Prime does as he can to hold onto him. "You know," he observes loudly and casually, "the new King of England wants you imprissioned." Rodimus Prime mutters to Compton Xabat, "... it... in... interests to help... figure..." Compton Xabat shrieks, "I KNOW!!!" as he tries to wriggle from out of Rodimus's hands. But then, as Rodimus whispers something to him, Xabat stares at the Autobot leader. He breathes in and out loudly as his adrenaline dials down, and he considers what he was just told. "Hnnnh." Compton Xabat mutters to Rodimus Prime, "I... Do... I'd... you!" Rodimus Prime mutters to Compton Xabat, "... to that." Powerglide has been reading his magazine while this whole thing unfolded. "Huh? What just happened? Hey! Where did Galvatron go? Is Foxfire gone yet?" Chumley sits back in his comfy throne. "Well, you see, with the disappearance and presumed death of the Monarch, and the disapperance of every other heir, a king had to be found, or the country would default to the Belgians. And I was the next in line. Simple as that" "Negotiations... fell through, Powerglide," Rodimus tells the red Minibot, tone completely deadpan as he tries to (ugh) negotiate with Compton Xabat. Compton Xabat's cheek twitches. He mutters to Rodimus Prime, "... though... I'm... want... For..." The Tiger dives into the hole in an effort to retrieve Galvatron! Rodimus Prime mutters to Compton Xabat, "I... world governments,... haven't noticed... future... as... No can..." Rodimus Prime looks up at Lord Chumly, then gestures to the Compton Xabat in his hand. "Hey, Lord Chumly, you wanted this guy put in the tower, right?" Darkwing remains mostly motionless as he watches Galvatron take the plunge and the Autobots rescue the worthless human. Maybe now would be a good to make his way out of here. Not like anyone would notice him anyway. Despite his casual tone, there's a sense of underlying urgancy in Rodimus's tone, as if he wants to be out of here quickly if possible. Hot Spot walks slowly towards the guests that are STILL sitting at the benches, "Big robot come back soon, will stomp you... RUN!" he then lifts one side of the benches and turns it into what seems to be a sideways slide. People stream off and as the land on the floor they look up and run towards the main enterance to the hall. "Hmm. Well, that's interesting.." Powerglide says with a shrug. "I'm one hell of a negotiator, eh? Hey! Check this out!" He opens up his magazine and shows Rodimus the three page pullout. Compton Xabat growls, He mutters to Rodimus Prime, "... on! Fine, you... Name..." "Prime Minister," Rodimus snaps, glaring at Powerglide, "didn't you want to celebrate /OUTSIDE/?" he asks, looking at the hole that Galvatron fell down as he stands up, Compton still held in his hand. "Everyone else, why don't you help the... guests and his... majesty to the celbrations outside?" Then he holds Compton up and mutters something to the human. Grimlock hngs. "This boring now1 Call me Grimlock when is time for more fightings!" and off he goes! Rodimus Prime mutters to Compton Xabat, "... Chumley... I... it's... usual,... you... your..." Rodimus Prime pauses. He mutters to Compton Xabat, "... any of the heirs..." Hot Spot watches the hole, he then says, "Buckingham Palace perhaps... The new Kings new home..." King Lord Chumley strokes his moustache. "Yes Rodimus, have the EDC escort him to the Tower, where he will be dealt with. And now, it has been a long day. I shall retire to my palace!" With that, he bangs his sceptre on the ground, and a group of aides and guards take his throne, carrying it away Compton Xabat mutters to Rodimus Prime, "... tell... until I..." "Geeeez Prime! You don't have to yell at me!" Powerglide crosses his arms and sulks; visibly upset that he got reprimanded in front of all his ROYAL PEERS. Rodimus Prime turns towards the EDC representatives and winks. "Hey, Nate, why don't you let me handle this 'escorting' business, huh?" Boomslang is not seen again today by the Autobots, having descended into the catacombs to follow Galvatron and help him find his way home if necessary, as a seeker should. The Tiger also vanishes into the catacombs! He can help Galvatron get back home too, and maybe catch a few rats while he's down there. Darkwing also makes his way down the galvy-hole and into the dark dank and oddly comofrtaing catacombs; to get away unnoticced. But could probably have dine that by also walkign out the front door. Hot Spot radios to the emergancy services outside to come in, he walks towards the main doors as they enter he says, "The decepticons escaped down that hole, I wouldn't suggest going after them, but sealing up the hole would help. also some structural engineers in to make sure there hasn't been too much damage to the structure. I think a few people have some cuts and bruses but i didn't see anything major..." he turns around and starts helping with the recovery effort. Springer gives Rodimus a quick nod and then takes his leave of the king. It bothered him to some degree, this entire business of dealing with Compton Xabat, but for now it would have to do. Being stuck between a rock and a hard place was the Autobots lot in life it seemed. He makes a few more radio calls and departs the chamber, though only after recovering his medal-laden sash that he had previously doffed. Since he receives no objection from the EDC, Rodimus 'escorts' Compton out of the room, but /not/ to the tower. Instead, he takes him outside, looking for an out of the way area to 'negotiate.' Compton Xabat is being held by an enormously powerful giant robot, and so has little say in the matter. Hot Spot is still helping people who are STILL sitting in the seats, "Whats wrong with you people, Get out! This place could fall down on your heads... NOW!" Why are all the upper classes so dumb... looking at some of them there must have been some bad genetics in the past... Rodimus Prime looks down at Compton once he's outside, relaxing his hold on the terrorist. "You won't tell me what I need to know until you're safe. Once you're safe, you won't need to tell me what I need to know, so we appear to be at an impasse." He pulls back his lips in a smirk. "Suggestions on how to break that impasse?" Compton Xabat frowns, glaring daggers at Prime. "Hmph. Okay. Fine. Give me a place to stay in Autobot City. House arrest, whatever, it's better than the damn tower. Then, once I've helped bring down Chumley..." His eyes narrow. "We can go from there, hm?" "Done!" Rodimus agrees. That's actually better than he was expecting! Either Xabat is desperate, or he's really, /really/ pissed at Chumley. Compton Xabat grins for just a while, but as the reality of what will probably once all of this is done sets in, he glowers. Yeah, this might not be such a great deal, but it's all he can look forward to at this point... Rodimus Prime heads off to go get Compton Xabat set up in his 'guest' quarters. Rodimus Prime heads off to put Compton in Autobot City. >:(Slag begins stomping about, looking for Powerglide. "You Powerglide, where you?" He bellows as he stomps. Powerglide is standing outside the castle; arms akimbo as he contemplates his next move. "Hmm...Perhaps I can exploit the British people for more pornography.." "There you." He growls as he begins to charge for powerglide, trampling whatever vehicle is in his way. "Me Slag give you welcome!" He bellows as he aims his horns down to aim for Powerglide's aft with one horn. Powerglide scratches the back of his head, not bothering to look behind him. "..Hmm...I could've sworn I heard something.." Slag misses Powerglide thanks to a pretty butterfly which gets itself stuck to an optic, causing him to stop and begins shaking his head as he roars. "Go way!" He bellows to the butterfly. Powerglide turns and sees Slag beating up a poor defenseless butterfly. "STOP! AS PRIME MINISTER, I HAVE TO PROTECT ALL INSECTS!" He sprints and then /leaps/ onto Slag's face; holding onto his horns. Powerglide strikes Mecha-Triceratops with his Grab attack! Slag growls as the butterfly flutters off and he gets a powerglide stuck to his face and he growls and roars, trying to ram him into a fence or a wall or something. "Me Slag SMASH!" He bellows as he is enraged more. Mecha-Triceratops strikes Powerglide with his Grab attack! Nate Briar sighs, "Oh God, why does Slag have to ruin everything." "SLAG! STOP! DON'T YOU KNOW WHO I AM? IT'S ME! POWERGLIDE!" Powerglide is then thrown into a fence which immediately crumbles under his weight. "I thought we were friends!" "ME Slag have no friends. Me Slag no want friends. Him Rodymus say Me Slag smash you." He says as he raises his front feet into the air to try and bring them down ontop of Powerglide! Mecha-Triceratops strikes Powerglide with his Grab attack! James Bailey heads back out to the parking lot, reasonably certain that the Slag and Powerglide situation will manage to resolve itself. "OH SWEET JESUS, NO!" Powerglide scrambles out of the way but just isn't fast enough. His legs are pulverized under Slag's collosal weight and he flails and screams in pain. "AAAAHAHAHA WHYYYYYYY!?" Nate Briar watches the fight between Powerglide and Slag. "Poor Powerglide!" Slag tries to smash into Powerglide but the butterfly flutters into his optic again. "GO AWAY!!!!" He bellows as he snarls at Powerglide. Powerglide begins to sob uncontrollably as he stares at his crushed legs. "Nooo! I was....I WAS SO CLOSE! NOW MY DREAMS OF BEING AN EXOTIC DANCER ARE CRUSHED!" He /glares/ at Slag and brings up his gun. "I hate you! YOU RUINED MY DREEEEEAAMMMSSS!" Powerglide strikes Mecha-Triceratops with his Pistol attack! Slag gets blasted in the face and he snarls and breathes out a massive breath of fire onto Powerglide, intending to roast him and probably that butterfly but it flutters over his head, being a ninja butterfly Mecha-Triceratops strikes Powerglide with his Fire Breath attack! Powerglide brings his hands up to shield him from Slag's rampage but it doesn't really do much against a BURNING INFERNO OF PAIN. Powerglide's already red armor heats up with an orange glow as the flames wash over him. "I WILL HAVE YOUR HEAD FOR THIS, DINOBOT HEATHEN!" He turns the setting on his gun from 'tickle' to 'ouch'. Powerglide strikes Mecha-Triceratops with his Thermal Beam attack! Slag gets a small pinprink compared to the thermal beam and just moves to kick Powerglide with a leg, snarling as he tries to kick him back onto the street. "Me Slag smash!" He bellows. Mecha-Triceratops strikes Powerglide with his Kick attack!
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