Log Title: Snaptrap Interlude
Snaptrap
Characters: The Fallen, Rartorata, Snaptrap
Location: Cybertron Underworld
Date: November 22, 2017
TP: Seacons Arise TP
Summary: Rartorata negotiates a ride.
As logged by Rartorata.
Cybertron Underworld[]
The Fallen holds out his hand, and flame leaps from within him into his palm. He twists his forearm, and coursing chaotic energy collects in his gauntlets, tearing apart the fire and replacing it with something dark and optic-banding. As The Fallen tests his power, Rartorata hunches down and hisses to Snaptrap.
“You have earned your reward,” the servitor of Unicron says quietly, as if afraid to disturb The Fallen. “But the interruption by the Autobots has disrupted our collection of angolmois.” It does something with its face, but it’s hard to tell for what purpose. “Luckily we know where we can find another source – although we may require your assistance. If we stick together -- *huk huk huk* -- we can both be sure to get what we want.” Rartorata glances at The Fallen, and then back at Snaptrap. “Is it our understanding that you have a ship?” Rartorata asks, twisting its face to show more teeth.
Snaptrap watches The Fallen without much interest. He knows little of the history behind the being, and cares even less about said history. As the question is raised concerning the Hatemaker, the Seacon commander nods. "Yes, we do. What of it?"
Rartorata gazes at Snaptrap with its unsettling yellow optics. “We must travel off-world to acquire what we need to grant you your boon. We could acquire our own ship, but that would be time-consuming and draw unwanted attention to ourselves. It would be faster and safer to take your ship – assuming you have no objections, of course.” The acolyte bows deeply and shows more teeth, looking up at Snaptrap for an answer.
Snaptrap looks at Rartorata, his optics meeting the strange being's own. "I see. If that is what it will take to get us the Underbase, then so be it. Name the destination, and we will be off at your soonest convenience."
Rartorata does that thing with its face - it might be an attempt at a smile. "I'll give you the coordinates as soon as we're safely aboard," it hisses mirthfully. "I'm sure you understand."