Diecast In:

Luck Be A Lady

Well, now.

Ask me what I think about LONAC, and I won't have an opinion for you yet. I've been here maybe a month at the most so far. Heck, I don't even know why I decided to join in the first place. It's a nice place, but not many people gamble here. I guess it seemed like a nice idea at the time. Not that I'm complaining or anything, no, I just think I like to think I'm the kind of guy that thinks more than they should.

Before I joined up, I was really bored with my life; it seemed like everything I did, everywhere I went, was the same as the day before, and everything just blurred into one big long stupid slide show I don't feel like watching. I'd rather eat the complimentary cashews. I don't even remember the last time I played a good solid game of Chipset.

I wonder what cashews taste like?

A voice jerks me out of my silly little monologue: "What do you think of LONAC, Diecast?" Fancy that. It's my new buddy, Earshot. He's a nice enough guy, kind of creepy though, especially since he seems the sort that stays quiet and listens to the details.

"Beats me," I reply, "Seems a little too… I dunno. I like it well enough to stay, I'll tell you that much."

"Good thing there," says the other guy at the table, a big blue and white guy named Avalanche.

We're in the bar. Avalanche is drinking; I'm drinking.

Earshot isn't drinking.

"This thing," Avalanche says, waving his drink in my direction, "What's the captain call it?"

"A squeaky wheel, he calls it," Earshot answers. How would he know that? I didn't know that, and I've been here longer than he has. Damn, it's just as I thought. He's the kind that stays quiet and listens.

Going to Cybertron and checking out the boot camps was a good idea.
"It's awful good," Avalanche says, "Just like mom used to make."

Left, right, left, right, left.

"You were an Autobot, weren't you?,"

"Yeah. Not anymore,"

"What was it like?"

"…I liked it."

"I think that…" Never mind. "Never mind."

Avalanche looks at me, taking a sip, "Never mind? That usually means you've got something on your mind, Diecast."

"Yeah, well I--"

"Spill the beans, pal," Earshot smirks at me and trains his ears, eyes, and probably a few dozen hidden audio receptors on me. Don't forget the radio receivers.

I think a moment, then: "Autobots seem like a nice idea. When I joined LONAC, I had a decision, you know? I was either going to join us, or I was going to join them." Funny, I never put that in words before.

Avalanche looks interested. First time all day I've seen him put his drink down, "What made you change your mind, eh?"

"Oh, nothing, really. LONAC was closer than any Autobot office. I think."

Earshot leans back in his chair, propping his legs up on the table and taps where his Decepticon insignia used to be, "What's wrong with the Cons, hmm?" I thought the guy left because he didn't like the job description. Must be a pride thing.

"Well, Earshot, you know that whole, 'killing, death, and glory' thing they have going on?" He nods, "Yeah, well, that's not my thing."

Not my thing at all.