dens_tf_den | Scatters-verse, Station, Setting things straight

Mistfire: *walking away from Torque Minor's place, her arm looped through Scattershot's and an undecipherable expression on her face as they head toward the arms peddlers. Her thoughts are on the young Lockdown clone, now known as Rundown, and his abject panic at the sight of her.*

Scatters: *gentle, supportive squeeze, while Wheelie holds onto Mistfire's other hand*

Wheelie: *quietly* 'm I in trouble?

Mistfire: No, Slugger. You didn't know. If anyone was in trouble it'd be me. I decided to go after him.

Scatters: None us knew at the time...*serious expression for once*

Mistfire: *nods, and then looks up at Jakai, her expression going blank* So how much do we owe you, Jakai?

Jakai: *Scowl, nowhere near as pleasant as the last time* You fraggers owe me *such and such amount* for merchandise and lost business. *all but glaring at Scatters, like it's HIS fault*

Scatters: *'wings held at a high angle, dangerous expression on his faceplates*

Mistfire: Lost business? How you figure?

Jakai: When those fragging Elite Guard showed up and informed me that the credits weren't valid, they scared away all my good customers, INCLUDING the REAL Lockdown!

Wheelie: *clinging to Mistfire's leg* >/ *doesn't like this mech*

Mistfire: ... The real Lockdown's heading for Cybertron.

Jakai: *Grumbling* What. Ever. Just pay up, and get the frag outta my scanner range.

Mistfire: *flips a credit chit at him* Don't make me remember the bounty call I read last night.

Jakai: ... *takes the credit, makes a hand gesture that causes Scattershot's patience to snap, moves to head back into his stall*

Mistfire: *very quietly* You're wanted for smuggling, old man.

Jakai: *dangerous tone* So are half the Neutrals you run into. Maybe you should talk to your mech-friend about what he used to do.

Wheelie: *Frown deepens, is reaching for something in a storage compartment* //Mistfire, c'n I? He's bein' a jerk...//

Mistfire: He hasn't slagged me off.

Mistfire: *gentle hand on Wheelie*

Scatters: I got out of that a long time ago, and you know it, Jakai. *Tone is even, despite the tic in Scatters' left optic setting* I did my time.

Wheelie: *Definitely doesn't like Jakai* //Please, Mistfire?//

Jakai: *Snort* Whatever. Just get out of here. And leave me in peace.

Mistfire: *just smirks and turns to go, still arm in arm with Scattershot*

Wheelie: *innocent look* Um... Jakai, sir?

Jakai: ...What is it, kid? *Not happy*

Wheelie: *hands Jakai a small object* sorry 'bout the Elite Guard.... *scampers off to rejoin Mistfire and Scatters*

Jakai: *puzzled, turning the object over to inspect it, gets COVERED in neon paint* #$#&*

Scatters: *slips Wheelie an extra energon goodie, and hopes that Mistfire doesn't notice*

Mistfire: *gives the little guy a credit without looking at him*

((Co-written with

random_xtras))