Journal Entry
June 12, 1987
Bonecrusher
Well unfortunately Aviator and me's little plan to see some of the other 'Cons got cancelled due to the fact I had to stick around the workshop on call, just in case of an emergency or something. Anyway it allowed me and the kid to get know each other, which is good since I haven't had much time to spend with him since he was born. Then again at the beginning I didn't really want to spend time with him, but now after I heard he took down old Motormaster, I think the little guy might actually be worth more than just something to beat Flyboy Screamer with
Actually come to think of it, he did meet one of the 'Cons, Combaticons I should say, and Brawl in particular. Heh. It was actually kind of funny.....
Bonecrusher opened the door and stepped out of the cleansing area dripping wet. It only took a minute or so for him to dry off, he could have waited, but then he wouldn't have the fun of dripping water all over the place. See the water dropplets collected dust when they dried, which left left little rings on the floor . This drove Hook absolutely crazy, which was incredibly amusing to watch.
"Um, hi."
Bonecrusher turned to see Aviator caustiously approaching, more out of respect for Bonecrusher's space than fear this time.
"What do you want kid? Sorry our little outing got cancelled, maybe some other time." Bonecrusher smirked.
"Yes, another time." Aviator couldn't hide a small bit of disappointment in his voice.
"Hey, How about I show you the Constructicon Arsenal for Building Stuff?" Bonecrusher smirked
Aviator nodded vigorously, his face beaming with a smile, as he followed Bonecrusher to two huge locker doors at the other end of the workroom. The demolishonist punched in a special code on a side panel. The doors opened to reveal what really was an arsenal of tools, welders, bombs, detonators, jack hammers, drills, everything you could possibely imagine. Bonecrusher smirk grew wider when he saw Aviator's optic visor grew wider with wonder and amazement.
"I want to introduce you to a personal friend of mine" Bonecrusher smiled with pride as he pulled out a hand held remote control, with anntenas, all different types of buttons, and a computer screen. "The Scream64 XA Detonator. Built it myself. I can work it to blow up a planet with a good dose of C4, to just quietly blowing out a lock on a door with a little ball of plastic explosive."
"Cool."
"Wanna see how this baby works?" A mischievious chuckle escaped Bonecrusher's vocaliser.
"Yeah!"
Aviator and Bonecrusher were startled out of their reverie when they heard a booming voice from the workshop doorway.
"Hey 'Crusher!"
"Hey Brawl!" Bonecrusher called back, then looked back at Aviator. "That's Brawl, one of the Combaticons."
Brawl brushed roughly past the Constructicon jet, and glared at Boncrusher.
"What do you want Brawl?"
"Word's been goin' 'round that you been sayin' I couldn' beat ya'! If I hear ya' talkin' trash 'bout me again, I'll take mah photon charger an' shove it right up you----"
"Brawl! Watch it! There's a newly programmed mech present." Bonecrusher snapped.
"Oh yeah? Where?" Brawl growled into Bonecrusher's face.
Bonecrusher gestured over his shoulder, Brawl narrowed his optics as he caught sight of the young jet standing behind him.
"Greetings Combaticon Brawl. My name is Aviator, pleased to make your acquaintance." Aviator smiled pleasantly as greeted the Combaticon.
"Yeah.......ok," Brawl looked Aviator up and down as if trying to assure himself the green jet was really there. Obviously Brawl himself had never been greeted so cordially before. "Hey, you must be th' kid th' Stunticons been talkin' 'bout. Yeah th' one that beat up Motormaster. Did ya really do that?"
"What makes you think he didn't?" Bonecrusher snarled indignantly.
"Well, he seems kinda of small and shrimpy t' me." Brawl poked Aviator a couple of times in the chest.
"Well he's a seeker model, he's supposed to be that way. It's all part of the speed and aerodynamics."
"Oh yeah. Ya' sure he's big enough for Devastator?"
"Oh, well....uh........"
"He's a part 'ta Devastator, right?"
"Well...." Bonecrusher paused and glanced over at Aviator, who tilted his head as if he himself had been pondering that very same question.
"No, he's not." Bonecrusher answered.
Aviator bowed his head slightly at that.
"So he's not really a Constructicon, is he?" Brawl stated.
"Now wait a minute---" Bonecrusher started
"I am a Constructicon!" Aviator yelled, his optic band flashing bright red for a moment.
"Damn right he is!" Bonecrusher stood tall arms crossed over his chest.
"Heh. I dunno if that's such a good idea. I mean Devastator's screwed 'nough with six minds, think what'll happen with seven." Brawl chuckled.
"Not as screwed as you're gonna be if you keep talking trash about us!" Bonecrusher felt his anger flare.
"That a challenge!?"
"Yes!" Bonecrusher tackled Brawl to ground.
The two combatants rolled around on the floor each having moment of victory over the other. Meanwhile, Aviator just stood and watched, not sure how to act.
'I am a Constructicon, but I am not a part of Devastator. No, I can't let doubts like that distract me. I can't help them if I'm distracted.'
Aviator shook his head to clear his thoughts, and looked over at Bonecrusher and Brawl. He was surpprised to see the two of them on the floor now laughing their heads off instead of fighting.
"I-I wish I coulda Motormaster's face when he realized Aviator was kickin his tailpipe."Bonecrusher said between bursts of laughter.
"I know, he musta looked like Starscream after a bad day with Megatron." Brawl found it hard to talk, he was laughing so much.
The two looked at each other for a moment, then exploded into another fit of laughter.
The laughter finally ended when Brawl's communicator beeped. "Aww shoot, I gotta git goin'. Onsluaght wants ta' go over some plan a' attack. Nice meetin' ya' kid, hey if ya' ever aimin' to take Motormaster again, lemme know so I can watch, allright?"
Aviator nodded, and with a parting slap on back to the young Constructicon jet, Brawl exited the workshop.
Bonecrusher was still chuckling when he picked himself up off the workroom floor. "Awww. Good old Brawl, always good for a scrap and a laugh."
"So he is not your enemy?" Aviator raised an optic brow.
"Enemy? Nah. More like a friendly nemesis." Bonecrusher chuckled again.
"Friendly nemesis?" Aviator looked even more confused.
"Well, um, y'know somebody who annoys the hell out of you, but is a good buddy to have around to scrap with and throw around y'know. Wait a minute what am I talking about, you don't know, you're not old enough to know." Bonecrusher scratched his cranium, trying to think of the best way to explain. However, Aviator changed the subject.
"Why did Scrapper and you and the others build me?"
Bonecrusher was, needless to say, caught completely off guard by Aviator's question. "Well, I-I... uh...What do you mean?"
"I am not a part of Devastator, so why did you build me at all?"
"W-W-Well uh," Bonecrusher found himself stuttering for words as bad as Mixmaster. For some reason he just couldn't lie to this kid, nor for some reason could he bring himself to tell him the sad truth that the only reason he was built in the first place, was to be a tool to get Starscream with. However, after some quick thinking, the Demolishonist came up with a plausible answer to the Devastator question. "Well we wanted to see how stable your mind was before adding you to the big melting pot of gestalt formation."
Bonecrusher waited hoping that was enough. He soon felt relief when Aviator knodded his head, seeming to be satisfied with the answer given to him.
"So um, where did we leave off?" Bonecrusher thought to do a little subject changing of his own.
The smile finally returned to Aviator's face. "The Scream64 XA Detonator I believe."
Bonecrusher smiled as he walked back over to the tool locker and pulled the aforementioned detonator back out.
Just then they heard the irritated voice of Hook shouting, "What are these rings of dust doing on the floor!? Bonecrusher!"
"Uh Aviator. how about I show you the dentonator some other time cause right now I gotta run before I get caught by our hypochondriac of a workmate."
"Okay." Aviator chuckled.
With that Bonecrusher ran at top speed out of the Workshop with a very angry Hook running behind him.....
................Slag! I didn't think I was going to get out of that without Hook catching me, strapping me down to a med table and forcing me to listen to one of his "Cleanlines is Next to Primusness," lectures. And what is it about about our little Aviator? You can't lie to him, you can't tell him the whole truth. Yeesh. He's a cool kid though. Heh, he's gotta taste for demolishing stuff too. Hmmm. I bet that's my part of his little personality. Actually come to think of it, having Aviator as part of the gestalt might not be such a bad idea after all.
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And there you have it! The Bonecrusher chapter. I hope I portrayed him right. Anyway thank you to all of those who suggested Bonecrusher ideas to me. Skins Thunderbomb, Cyblade silver, Lady Shera, Wayward, you may request one piece of Transformer artwork from me (Just a word of warning, I don't draw Armada or Beast Wars very well, and I'll try to draw femmes if requested, but I can't promise how good they will be. Other than that, ask any kind of Transformers picture you would like to see. That includes drawing them as humans too.) If you want to see samples of my art work, just check out my Deviant Art Page by clicking the link in my profile.
In the next chapter, we have Scrapper finally introducing Aviator to Megatron and the other members of the Decepticon high command.
Till next time. -Vega Sailor
June 12, 1987
Bonecrusher
Well unfortunately Aviator and me's little plan to see some of the other 'Cons got cancelled due to the fact I had to stick around the workshop on call, just in case of an emergency or something. Anyway it allowed me and the kid to get know each other, which is good since I haven't had much time to spend with him since he was born. Then again at the beginning I didn't really want to spend time with him, but now after I heard he took down old Motormaster, I think the little guy might actually be worth more than just something to beat Flyboy Screamer with
Actually come to think of it, he did meet one of the 'Cons, Combaticons I should say, and Brawl in particular. Heh. It was actually kind of funny.....
Bonecrusher opened the door and stepped out of the cleansing area dripping wet. It only took a minute or so for him to dry off, he could have waited, but then he wouldn't have the fun of dripping water all over the place. See the water dropplets collected dust when they dried, which left left little rings on the floor . This drove Hook absolutely crazy, which was incredibly amusing to watch.
"Um, hi."
Bonecrusher turned to see Aviator caustiously approaching, more out of respect for Bonecrusher's space than fear this time.
"What do you want kid? Sorry our little outing got cancelled, maybe some other time." Bonecrusher smirked.
"Yes, another time." Aviator couldn't hide a small bit of disappointment in his voice.
"Hey, How about I show you the Constructicon Arsenal for Building Stuff?" Bonecrusher smirked
Aviator nodded vigorously, his face beaming with a smile, as he followed Bonecrusher to two huge locker doors at the other end of the workroom. The demolishonist punched in a special code on a side panel. The doors opened to reveal what really was an arsenal of tools, welders, bombs, detonators, jack hammers, drills, everything you could possibely imagine. Bonecrusher smirk grew wider when he saw Aviator's optic visor grew wider with wonder and amazement.
"I want to introduce you to a personal friend of mine" Bonecrusher smiled with pride as he pulled out a hand held remote control, with anntenas, all different types of buttons, and a computer screen. "The Scream64 XA Detonator. Built it myself. I can work it to blow up a planet with a good dose of C4, to just quietly blowing out a lock on a door with a little ball of plastic explosive."
"Cool."
"Wanna see how this baby works?" A mischievious chuckle escaped Bonecrusher's vocaliser.
"Yeah!"
Aviator and Bonecrusher were startled out of their reverie when they heard a booming voice from the workshop doorway.
"Hey 'Crusher!"
"Hey Brawl!" Bonecrusher called back, then looked back at Aviator. "That's Brawl, one of the Combaticons."
Brawl brushed roughly past the Constructicon jet, and glared at Boncrusher.
"What do you want Brawl?"
"Word's been goin' 'round that you been sayin' I couldn' beat ya'! If I hear ya' talkin' trash 'bout me again, I'll take mah photon charger an' shove it right up you----"
"Brawl! Watch it! There's a newly programmed mech present." Bonecrusher snapped.
"Oh yeah? Where?" Brawl growled into Bonecrusher's face.
Bonecrusher gestured over his shoulder, Brawl narrowed his optics as he caught sight of the young jet standing behind him.
"Greetings Combaticon Brawl. My name is Aviator, pleased to make your acquaintance." Aviator smiled pleasantly as greeted the Combaticon.
"Yeah.......ok," Brawl looked Aviator up and down as if trying to assure himself the green jet was really there. Obviously Brawl himself had never been greeted so cordially before. "Hey, you must be th' kid th' Stunticons been talkin' 'bout. Yeah th' one that beat up Motormaster. Did ya really do that?"
"What makes you think he didn't?" Bonecrusher snarled indignantly.
"Well, he seems kinda of small and shrimpy t' me." Brawl poked Aviator a couple of times in the chest.
"Well he's a seeker model, he's supposed to be that way. It's all part of the speed and aerodynamics."
"Oh yeah. Ya' sure he's big enough for Devastator?"
"Oh, well....uh........"
"He's a part 'ta Devastator, right?"
"Well...." Bonecrusher paused and glanced over at Aviator, who tilted his head as if he himself had been pondering that very same question.
"No, he's not." Bonecrusher answered.
Aviator bowed his head slightly at that.
"So he's not really a Constructicon, is he?" Brawl stated.
"Now wait a minute---" Bonecrusher started
"I am a Constructicon!" Aviator yelled, his optic band flashing bright red for a moment.
"Damn right he is!" Bonecrusher stood tall arms crossed over his chest.
"Heh. I dunno if that's such a good idea. I mean Devastator's screwed 'nough with six minds, think what'll happen with seven." Brawl chuckled.
"Not as screwed as you're gonna be if you keep talking trash about us!" Bonecrusher felt his anger flare.
"That a challenge!?"
"Yes!" Bonecrusher tackled Brawl to ground.
The two combatants rolled around on the floor each having moment of victory over the other. Meanwhile, Aviator just stood and watched, not sure how to act.
'I am a Constructicon, but I am not a part of Devastator. No, I can't let doubts like that distract me. I can't help them if I'm distracted.'
Aviator shook his head to clear his thoughts, and looked over at Bonecrusher and Brawl. He was surpprised to see the two of them on the floor now laughing their heads off instead of fighting.
"I-I wish I coulda Motormaster's face when he realized Aviator was kickin his tailpipe."Bonecrusher said between bursts of laughter.
"I know, he musta looked like Starscream after a bad day with Megatron." Brawl found it hard to talk, he was laughing so much.
The two looked at each other for a moment, then exploded into another fit of laughter.
The laughter finally ended when Brawl's communicator beeped. "Aww shoot, I gotta git goin'. Onsluaght wants ta' go over some plan a' attack. Nice meetin' ya' kid, hey if ya' ever aimin' to take Motormaster again, lemme know so I can watch, allright?"
Aviator nodded, and with a parting slap on back to the young Constructicon jet, Brawl exited the workshop.
Bonecrusher was still chuckling when he picked himself up off the workroom floor. "Awww. Good old Brawl, always good for a scrap and a laugh."
"So he is not your enemy?" Aviator raised an optic brow.
"Enemy? Nah. More like a friendly nemesis." Bonecrusher chuckled again.
"Friendly nemesis?" Aviator looked even more confused.
"Well, um, y'know somebody who annoys the hell out of you, but is a good buddy to have around to scrap with and throw around y'know. Wait a minute what am I talking about, you don't know, you're not old enough to know." Bonecrusher scratched his cranium, trying to think of the best way to explain. However, Aviator changed the subject.
"Why did Scrapper and you and the others build me?"
Bonecrusher was, needless to say, caught completely off guard by Aviator's question. "Well, I-I... uh...What do you mean?"
"I am not a part of Devastator, so why did you build me at all?"
"W-W-Well uh," Bonecrusher found himself stuttering for words as bad as Mixmaster. For some reason he just couldn't lie to this kid, nor for some reason could he bring himself to tell him the sad truth that the only reason he was built in the first place, was to be a tool to get Starscream with. However, after some quick thinking, the Demolishonist came up with a plausible answer to the Devastator question. "Well we wanted to see how stable your mind was before adding you to the big melting pot of gestalt formation."
Bonecrusher waited hoping that was enough. He soon felt relief when Aviator knodded his head, seeming to be satisfied with the answer given to him.
"So um, where did we leave off?" Bonecrusher thought to do a little subject changing of his own.
The smile finally returned to Aviator's face. "The Scream64 XA Detonator I believe."
Bonecrusher smiled as he walked back over to the tool locker and pulled the aforementioned detonator back out.
Just then they heard the irritated voice of Hook shouting, "What are these rings of dust doing on the floor!? Bonecrusher!"
"Uh Aviator. how about I show you the dentonator some other time cause right now I gotta run before I get caught by our hypochondriac of a workmate."
"Okay." Aviator chuckled.
With that Bonecrusher ran at top speed out of the Workshop with a very angry Hook running behind him.....
................Slag! I didn't think I was going to get out of that without Hook catching me, strapping me down to a med table and forcing me to listen to one of his "Cleanlines is Next to Primusness," lectures. And what is it about about our little Aviator? You can't lie to him, you can't tell him the whole truth. Yeesh. He's a cool kid though. Heh, he's gotta taste for demolishing stuff too. Hmmm. I bet that's my part of his little personality. Actually come to think of it, having Aviator as part of the gestalt might not be such a bad idea after all.
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And there you have it! The Bonecrusher chapter. I hope I portrayed him right. Anyway thank you to all of those who suggested Bonecrusher ideas to me. Skins Thunderbomb, Cyblade silver, Lady Shera, Wayward, you may request one piece of Transformer artwork from me (Just a word of warning, I don't draw Armada or Beast Wars very well, and I'll try to draw femmes if requested, but I can't promise how good they will be. Other than that, ask any kind of Transformers picture you would like to see. That includes drawing them as humans too.) If you want to see samples of my art work, just check out my Deviant Art Page by clicking the link in my profile.
In the next chapter, we have Scrapper finally introducing Aviator to Megatron and the other members of the Decepticon high command.
Till next time. -Vega Sailor