Post by JazZeke on May 3, 2020 21:47:27 GMT -7
Phoenix, Arizona
This time of year, the temperature easily reached forty units in the human standard of measurement. Temperatures like that weren't extreme for Cybertronians, but it made the humans uncomfortable and scurrying away to their little hidey-holes. Which was just fine for Qwerk. Less humans out and about meant no one would come along and shoo him out of the dumpster in the far end of an ally he had settled down into to recharge. Human garbage wasn't gross. It was mostly bits of organic matter that they found undesirable for some reason or another. Easily washed off. Hell, it was easier to clean up here on this planet than it was on Cybertron. A car wash was just a few credits to run through. Free, if he found one already in use, and he could just leap over the occupying car. That was was more fun, anyway. It always scared the unsuspecting humans! Although it hadn't been so much fun the one time it had been another Decepticon using the wash. Qwerk had only just recently got his tail fixed from that fight.
He had just about slipped into stasis when something slammed against the dupster, multiple times. "Yipe!" he screamed, instinctively transforming into his gun mode... even though he had no one to aim him.
The shadow of someone peering in cut into the blazing hot sunlight. "Oh, it's you again," came a familiar grumble. "You better not fire. You blow a hole in public property, I'm gonna have to haul you into the station again, and you're not worth the paperwork."
Qwerk transformed back to his robot mode and stood up as best as he could, though his feet sank into the unstable trash bed. Smelly liquid seeped into his toe joints and Qwerk grimaced. Maybe an arrest was just what he needed, if they hosed him off in there. He looked up at the familiar white and green EDC agent. "I not shoot, I not shoot anything. Frag, man. Why you gotta bust my bearings all the time?"
Moonhunter rolled his options and placed his hands on his hips. "Listen, Qwerk. It's not my fault someone called the EDC on a trespassing bot. Just scram, okay? Find someplace else to recharge and save us both some hassle."
"I going, I going," he said, climbing out of the trash can—and tumbling over the side with a high-pitched scream. He bounced back up and brushed a banana peel off his shoulder. "Demolition job fell through," he remarked.
"Yeah, what happened? I figured if there was one thing you could do, it was destroy stuff."
"I good at destroying shit! I bet I'd make good Wrecker, if they were on my side of War. It just turn out I destroyed load-bearing wall too soon. Whole building collapsed on me. Took 'em half day to get me out."
Moonhunter harrumphed. "Better luck next time, I guess."
"States not really land of opportunity like posters say."
"Not really. This country's always been better at P.R."
"I come here because I heard humans here like guns."
"They prefer guns that don't smell like trash." Moonhunter turned around. "Well Qwerk, I'm sure I'll see you again."
"Hope not."
Qwerk looked up into the sun and starred at it a while. Already the gunk in his toes was starting to congeal, and he flexed them to keep them loose. What he needed was a good swim, but he had been banned from all the golf courses. Oh, well. He started walking aimlessly along the street. Something would come along. It always did.