Ask Zapper Zaku
NEOTOPIA RP 1: (THE FIELDS OUTSIDE OF NEOTOPIA)

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The stage had been set.

Ubel had left his station and landed his pod quietly into a large field outside of the metropolis. He was just awaiting his contact— one of the lieutenants the (and he DID use the word ‘the’) Commander Sazabi had spoken about. He was dealing with mechs from another universe, one that was reversed. Not that it mattered. He was willing to help him cause mass chaos and destruction. Now all he needed was that back up he was promised…

Now if only that contact would show.

Ubel was getting cagey. His pedes his the dirt about five minutes ago, and as far as he was concerned his back should’ve been here by now. The mech folded his arms, tapping his finger against his forearm eagerly. He was ready to get this rolling, and the SDG probably knew that he was here. That and Madnug probably alerted them to the danger he was now imposing. At least he could see his dimensional rift from his spot.

It looked so beautiful… and dangerous…

Destroyer Dom stepped through the dimensional rift, his pet gallop following closely behind. He warily eyed his surroundings, not at all comfortable with seeing all of this… organic crap around him. He uttered a clicking tone in a sort of audible shrug and made his way towards the figure standing in the field before him, a hand on his axe in case this whole thing turned out to be a trick. After all, gundams are known for being deceptive.

GunEagle had been out on patrol when he got a message saying there was something going in one of the outer fields. Heading there quickly he noticed not only rift, Primus it was creepy almost up close, but also two figures. Taking cover behind a cloud, not wanting to be discovered just yet, he quickly zoomed his optics in on the figures. Both looked like Echo and D. Dom but…there was something..dark about them.

He sent a quick message to base with a link to what he was watching so they could all see what was going on.

Zapper Zaku, given his proximity to the flier, was the first one to receive the message ping. He had taken to patrolling the city on his motorcycle, too cagey to stay behind in Blanc Base with his… double. It was unnerving, nevermind distracting and downright creepy. Thankfully, getting fresh air seemed to be doing the trick for his frayed old nerves, despite the craziness going on… 

Except now the craziness seemed to be purposely seeking him out again. 

Zapper opened his radio to Guneagle. “I got your coordinates. I’ll be there in three minutes tops—don’t engage them without me, bucket head.” 

BURN IT DOWN: CHP. 1— IN THE SKY (NEOTOPIA)

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Grappler nodded and rubbed the top of Brass’ helm, rumbling his helm to try to sooth her. “Right. That sounds—” Aries suddenly barked and started lapping the mech’s arm. "Peachy. I’ll grab the mutt’s leash while I’m at it. Don’t want the monster ripping up the apartment while we’re gone…”

The cobalt mech was good on his word. He turned, heading for the door that lead to the stairs. This year had been so peaceful and quiet, and now this? Something was very wrong here and it was a threat that they’d never faced  before. That made it all the more terrifying…

To think that it had all come down to this.

They were going to abandon their home. They were going to drop the entire livelihood they had built up, until now, to go to the Gundam Force for help. Something was coming, and for the first time in almost seven years, Zapper Zaku had no idea how the frag he was going to handle it. It was always easier when it was just him and Grappler, but now there was Brass to worry about too. Neotopia, as much as he hated to admit it, was his HOME—Axia was dead, and the pitiful mudball of a colony was the last place he and his bondmate had to make something of themselves. It was all they had, and there was no way Zapper was going to let what was coming ruin that for him—THEM. 

And then there was the sound of the front door opening. 

The maroon mech groaned, turning around to quickly snap at the customer. “Oh for the love of—in case you didn’t see the GIANT vortex of doom in the sky, we’re CLOSED—”

Silence. 

At first, he had… no idea how to react. He blinked once, twice, then three times—and STILL he was at a loss. For a second, he wondered if he was having a lapse in sanity. Maybe the dimensional rift was messing with him more than he wanted to admit. He cleared his processor cache, rebooted his logic core, and made sure his optic was properly focused. 

Nothing changed. 

Instead of reacting poorly, or opening fire on the intruder, Zapper just sagged—his look of shock turning into one of disgruntled disbelief and exasperation. “Really? REALLY? ARE YOU KIDDING? THIS IS THE WEIRD SLAG WE HAVE TO PUT UP WITH NOW?

The new arrival in the doorway—also Zapper Zaku—swayed unsteadily on his dark blue pedes. One hand clutched the door frame of the flower shop’s entrance while the other stayed clasped over the clone’s chassis, pressing against the gaping laser blast to stifle the heavy bleeding. Bright pink energon dribbled from his mouthpiece as he forced a grimace—his blue optic flashing almost-white. “Aww shit.” 

And then the Zapper Zaku clone—or whatever he was—collapsed on the floor with a tremendous crash of blue and gold metal. 

TBC…

((AND NOW WE HAVE AN SG!ZAPPER BLOG. GO GIVE HIM A FOLLOW! c:))

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grappler-gouf:

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"Brass. BRASS NO.” Grappler sputtered, dropping with his disconnected arm, and dove for Brass. He plucked her up with his non-clawed arm by the scruff and hoisted her up. “Primus, you’re such a handful.”

Then he realized something…

If there was a problem— ANY kind of problem— Brass was in danger. She was technically with Zeong, but this was different.

He looked over to Zapper as he stood, cradling their sparkling close to him. “I think we need to regroup with the Gundam Force. Maybe they know what’s going down with this.”

Brass babbled stupidly, her optic welling up with tears. Oohhhh—daddy was MAD at her! Why else would he take her away from her new hiding spot? She curled into a little ball, starting to whine—on the cusp of a little meltdown. She reached up with her pudgy hands, covering her face and crying very softly. “Eeeeeeee…” 

Zapper’s expression softened, in spite of himself. He set his weapons down and reached out, taking the sparkling with ease. “I… I agree. You want to run upstairs and grab the brat’s things. We can leave right now—I just need to move the cash from the register to the vault, just in case some kids get wise and try to sack the place while we’re out.” 

Grappler nodded and rubbed the top of Brass’ helm, rumbling his helm to try to sooth her. “Right. That sounds—” Aries suddenly barked and started lapping the mech’s arm. "Peachy. I’ll grab the mutt’s leash while I’m at it. Don’t want the monster ripping up the apartment while we’re gone…”

The cobalt mech was good on his word. He turned, heading for the door that lead to the stairs. This year had been so peaceful and quiet, and now this? Something was very wrong here and it was a threat that they’d never faced  before. That made it all the more terrifying…

To think that it had all come down to this.

They were going to abandon their home. They were going to drop the entire livelihood they had built up, until now, to go to the Gundam Force for help. Something was coming, and for the first time in almost seven years, Zapper Zaku had no idea how the frag he was going to handle it. It was always easier when it was just him and Grappler, but now there was Brass to worry about too. Neotopia, as much as he hated to admit it, was his HOME—Axia was dead, and the pitiful mudball of a colony was the last place he and his bondmate had to make something of themselves. It was all they had, and there was no way Zapper was going to let what was coming ruin that for him—THEM. 

And then there was the sound of the front door opening. 

The maroon mech groaned, turning around to quickly snap at the customer. “Oh for the love of—in case you didn’t see the GIANT vortex of doom in the sky, we’re CLOSED—”

Silence. 

At first, he had… no idea how to react. He blinked once, twice, then three times—and STILL he was at a loss. For a second, he wondered if he was having a lapse in sanity. Maybe the dimensional rift was messing with him more than he wanted to admit. He cleared his processor cache, rebooted his logic core, and made sure his optic was properly focused. 

Nothing changed. 

Instead of reacting poorly, or opening fire on the intruder, Zapper just sagged—his look of shock turning into one of disgruntled disbelief and exasperation. “Really? REALLY? ARE YOU KIDDING? THIS IS THE WEIRD SLAG WE HAVE TO PUT UP WITH NOW?

BURN IT DOWN: CHP. 1— IN THE SKY (NEOTOPIA)

grappler-gouf:

askzapperzaku:

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"Like the frag I know!" Grappler’s old military instincts were kicking in too. He quickly hurried back into the shop and slammed the door behind him. He scrambled to the back, ducked down to where Zapper and pulled out his weapons, and reached down into the secret storage space. Aries was quick to get in his face, much to his dismay.

When he stood back up he had his clawed arm in his grip, along with his shield and jagged sword. His expression was grim, but Zapper could feel it through their bond. Grappler was ready to take care of business.

"Well, nothing’s coming through it, and nothing’s going in it. It’s just THERE.” He looked up to Zapper, securing his shield on his arm and changing out his arm for his clawed one. “You don’t think the SDG has anything to do with this?”

"Of coooourse the Gundam Force has something to do with it. They just decided to open up an unstable rift to an unknown dimension in the middle of their own damn CITY. OF COURSE I DON’T THINK THEY HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH THIS.” Zapper reached for a magazine cartridge, then paused. He looked at Grappler with a deer in the headlights look, blinking. “…wern’t you just holding Brass?” 

"Weeeeeee~!" Brass was wiggling her way into the secret compartment, babbling excitedly and trying to fumble for the lid—very, VERY excited at the prospect at finding a new hiding spot! 

"Brass. BRASS NO.” Grappler sputtered, dropping with his disconnected arm, and dove for Brass. He plucked her up with his non-clawed arm by the scruff and hoisted her up. “Primus, you’re such a handful.”

Then he realized something…

If there was a problem— ANY kind of problem— Brass was in danger. She was technically with Zeong, but this was different.

He looked over to Zapper as he stood, cradling their sparkling close to him. “I think we need to regroup with the Gundam Force. Maybe they know what’s going down with this.”

Brass babbled stupidly, her optic welling up with tears. Oohhhh—daddy was MAD at her! Why else would he take her away from her new hiding spot? She curled into a little ball, starting to whine—on the cusp of a little meltdown. She reached up with her pudgy hands, covering her face and crying very softly. “Eeeeeeee…” 

Zapper’s expression softened, in spite of himself. He set his weapons down and reached out, taking the sparkling with ease. “I… I agree. You want to run upstairs and grab the brat’s things. We can leave right now—I just need to move the cash from the register to the vault, just in case some kids get wise and try to sack the place while we’re out.” 

Would you say you are happy right now?
Anonymous

There is a giant dimensional RIFT in the sky that is going to KILL US, DO I SOUND LIKE I’M HAPPY RIGHT NOW?

pokepokepoKEPOKEPOKEPOKE (CASUALLY KNOCKS OVER A VASE OF FLOWERS) c:

I AM GOING TO STAB YOU WITH A BROOM.

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"GET AWAY FROM THE WINDOW, YOU IDIOT!" Zapper’s voice was hoarse and loud—his internal military officer was kicking into high gear. Grappler could feel his battle computer click online over his half of the bondlink, too: Zapper was terrified. He was walking around the counter by the cash register, ducking down and gripping the lose floorboard—ripping it up with a tremendous heave and producing three items he hoped he would never have to use again. He gripped his small sub machine guns and placed them on the counter before kneeling again, heaving up his gattling gun. 

He was shaking. 

This was very, VERY bad.

"Zeong’s stuck in the Shattered Domain," he said out loud, talking more to himself than Grappler. "He can’t get out PERIOD, and if he could, it would have to be through the Minov. It’s not the Zakorello Gate either—there’s no trans-organic biomass signature. So if it’s not Zeong or the Gate, then—what is it?” 

"Like the frag I know!" Grappler’s old military instincts were kicking in too. He quickly hurried back into the shop and slammed the door behind him. He scrambled to the back, ducked down to where Zapper and pulled out his weapons, and reached down into the secret storage space. Aries was quick to get in his face, much to his dismay.

When he stood back up he had his clawed arm in his grip, along with his shield and jagged sword. His expression was grim, but Zapper could feel it through their bond. Grappler was ready to take care of business.

"Well, nothing’s coming through it, and nothing’s going in it. It’s just THERE.” He looked up to Zapper, securing his shield on his arm and changing out his arm for his clawed one. “You don’t think the SDG has anything to do with this?”

"Of coooourse the Gundam Force has something to do with it. They just decided to open up an unstable rift to an unknown dimension in the middle of their own damn CITY. OF COURSE I DON’T THINK THEY HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH THIS.” Zapper reached for a magazine cartridge, then paused. He looked at Grappler with a deer in the headlights look, blinking. “…wern’t you just holding Brass?” 

"Weeeeeee~!" Brass was wiggling her way into the secret compartment, babbling excitedly and trying to fumble for the lid—very, VERY excited at the prospect at finding a new hiding spot! 

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There was a familiar pulse over the bondlink, followed by Zapper shoving his way back through the front door of the shop—he had been standing out on the sidewalk with several other people. Grappler could see through the shop’s front bay window that the collected assortment of humans and GMs were staring up at the sky, and the spooked scowl on Zapper’s face immediately confirmed the other ex-colonel’s fears. “There is a slaggin’ dimensional rift hanging over our heads. It’s too unstable to be a gate, but those things don’t just form on accident.” 

"BRWAAAAAAA~!" Brass wiggled her fingers at her sire, sputtering something in wildly gibberish. 

"… You’re so full of slag. I’m begin serious here,” Grappler barked, not amused by Zapper’s statement. He must be joking. The cobalt mech huffed and handed Brass off to her sire, pushing past him and stepping out the door. “Something’s wrong, but there’s no way that—”

He stepped out and looked up, and it was like he was smacked across the face. Zapper was right. Above the city was a huge, gaping hole— a rift— in the air, humming deeply as it just… sat there. Nothing was coming through, but it was there.

"Son of a GLITCH."

"GET AWAY FROM THE WINDOW, YOU IDIOT!" Zapper’s voice was hoarse and loud—his internal military officer was kicking into high gear. Grappler could feel his battle computer click online over his half of the bondlink, too: Zapper was terrified. He was walking around the counter by the cash register, ducking down and gripping the lose floorboard—ripping it up with a tremendous heave and producing three items he hoped he would never have to use again. He gripped his small sub machine guns and placed them on the counter before kneeling again, heaving up his gattling gun. 

He was shaking. 

This was very, VERY bad.

"Zeong’s stuck in the Shattered Domain," he said out loud, talking more to himself than Grappler. "He can’t get out PERIOD, and if he could, it would have to be through the Minov. It’s not the Zakorello Gate either—there’s no trans-organic biomass signature. So if it’s not Zeong or the Gate, then—what is it?” 

BURN IT DOWN: CHP. 1— IN THE SKY (NEOTOPIA)

grappler-gouf:

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Neotopia…

It was a familiar feeling for the city of Neotopia, unfortunately. The sky darkened, the air became still, and there was this… feeling. It was on odd one, like the genetic make up of the a environment had changed. With a low trembling hum, a massive hole ripped open in the sky and remained there, gaining attention from every being in the city.

Something was happening…

Grappler Gouf could feel it, right down to his fuel tank. He didn’t bother to look out the window— not that he’d seen the anomaly anyways. They had a nice view of the taller buildings surrounding their apartment. Still, something wasn’t right… something was off. VERY off.

Dark Axis members were always very sensitive to dimensional hiccups because of constant exposure to the Zakorello Gate, but that couldn’t be it. Right?

The coblat mech suddenly felt spooked. He was quick to locate Brass, who was chewing on a blanket and trying to shove it down her vent, and plucked her up. She fussed when they both trekked across the room and pushed open the door to head down the stairs with a familiar Irish Wolf Hound at their heals. Aries didn’t want to be left behind…

Grappler made it to the bottom, pushed open another door that lead into the flowershop, and scanned the room. How hard could it be to find Zapper when there was no one else in there? “Zapper? Zapper where the FRAG are you?”

There was a familiar pulse over the bondlink, followed by Zapper shoving his way back through the front door of the shop—he had been standing out on the sidewalk with several other people. Grappler could see through the shop’s front bay window that the collected assortment of humans and GMs were staring up at the sky, and the spooked scowl on Zapper’s face immediately confirmed the other ex-colonel’s fears. “There is a slaggin’ dimensional rift hanging over our heads. It’s too unstable to be a gate, but those things don’t just form on accident.” 

"BRWAAAAAAA~!" Brass wiggled her fingers at her sire, sputtering something in wildly gibberish. 

"Hello, Zapper. How's the demonic spawn doing?"

HELP ME.