Custom Zaku II lands, and makes a big cloud of snow. Pooooof! Its little Zaku eye penetrates the harsh snowstorm, as it trudges toward the portal.

The portal flares open, and an ominous figure steps through the tear in space time. As tall as a transformer, it looks as though it's designed for nothing but menace.

Super Jet is flying in the distance, on sensor jam mode...watching the rift.

Strakha Stealthed Fighter is hidden from the sensors known as Confed's eyes due to advanced cloaking technologies. Those techies at hard work to make a better ship of evilness. It flys over the snow storm, and well it heads for that portal disturbance.

Custom Zaku II is a Zaku. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Death's Head emerges from the portal and looks around. He raises his wrist and speaks into it. "Personal log number 2543; have arrived through the portal in the correct time period. Still unsure as to location of target."

Super Jet continues to soar in a holding pattern in the distance...observing the newcomer carefully for any factional markings

Death's Head sweeps his view over the area as he continues, "Apparently no-one observed my arrival. No need for the same measures as last time." He punches up a sensor scan, and picks up the Zaku, "Scratch that. Someone has observed me. I must... investigate. End log." He unslings his blaster rifle and sets off towards the Zaku, purposefully.

Custom Zaku II's red eye blinks. Some odd mobile suit? But, mobile suits don't talk to themselve's... unless they belong to Zechs. As the being comes toward it, it raises a machine-gun, so it points at an upward angle. Non-hostile, but ready...

Super Jet mnoves to a bit of a closer holding pattern, watching with much interest this new being...somehow recognizing the form...from somewhere, but he can't place it

Death's Head levels the blaster rifle as he reaches the Zaku, peering at the machine gun. "Machine gun. Somewhat crude, but effective, yes?" He returns his attention to the eye, "What are you?"

Strakha Stealthed Fighter silently comes to a hover and the hidden fighter watches the new comer, and the suit.

Custom Zaku II nods. Speakers emit, "I am Colonel Char Aznable, of the Independant Duchy of Zeon. This is my mobile suit, model number MS-06S. A Zaku II, commander's model." the Zaku flexes its free hand, "What are you, may I ask?"

Super Jet watches the exchange with some interest...still circling in the clouds, in sensor jam mode.

Death's Head face remains impassive; given that he can't move his features, that's fairly inevitable though. "I am Death's Head." He subtley moves the blaster around until he's pointing it directly at the eye, "I... find those who wish to remain hidden."

Custom Zaku II's speakers crackle, "Please point that somewhere else. I didn't come in hostility... I've given you no reason." the left Zaku hand clutches the machine-gun barrel, as it stands ready for those who wish to remain hidden.

Death's Head says, "In my experience, those who come not seeking hostility are invariably subject to it, yes?" The blaster rifle remains pointed at the Zaku

Strakha Stealthed Fighter starts to silently circle overhead the two. The pilot inside is content on listening in on what is being said, and of course it is interested to see if the human mecha-pilot is splattered across the wintery desert of Earth.

Super Jet chuckles to himself...still watching, most interested in this new arrival...most interested indeed.

Char hops out of his mobile suit.

Death's Head looks down on the flesh creature; were he capable of raising an eyebrow he would do so, "Exactly what do you hope to accomplish with this? I fail to understand the logic in making yourself more vulnerable. Stupid, yes?"

Char Aznable ahems, "No. It's not. It's a gesture of peace, Death's Head." Char cringes at the sound of the name.... how... Nazi-esque. "I do not intend to become hostile. Just lower your rifle."

Death's Head stares down at Char for a few long moments.... then slings his rifle, "Rest assured that if I wished you harm you would be a thin red paste before you had time to blink." He glances around, "Though perhaps you can be of some help. I wish to know the location of 'Autobase'."

Char Aznable shrugs, "Somewhere in the United States of America. I don't pay attention to where the Confederation keeps its lackies." he steps back into his mobile suit, wondering why negotiating for hostages is easier than dealing with some techno Nazi from outer-space.
Char climbs into his mobile suit.

Super Jet hmms and wonders just why this new being wants to know where the autobase is...and what he plans to do. He makes mental note to ask it when he gets the chance, away from prying eyes.

If Death's Head could hear Char's thoughts... well, he wouldn't be offended but the assesment is unfair. He is simply motivated my the pursuit of wealth, nothing more, nothing less. He amplifies his vocal unit, "Well is there anyone around here who does? I find it hard to believe that no-one but this fool has noticed my arrival."

Custom Zaku II ahems, "Goodbye, Death's Head. If you believe myself to be a fool, you will find the rest of my kind a delightful ocean of insanity. Expect no help from the Independant Duchy of Zeon." the Zaku turns its back.

Death's Head considers blasting the suit into fragments, but remembers that's not what he's being paid for, "I expect no help from anyone. On the contrary; people pay me for the... services that I can provide. Guaranteed, yes?"

Super Jet continues to get slowly closer...and closer.

Strakha Stealthed Fighter just circles about silently in the air, and waits for the Zeon battle suit to leave before approaching this Death's Head to offer a service of its own.

Custom Zaku II's pilot would expect nothing less from a space Nazi. "Whatever you say. There's an Autobot outpost, near. Ask someone there. They'll give you the information you need." the Zaku rockets into the sky, its pilot dissapointed.

Super Jet disengages it's sensor jam mode and grows even nearer, visible in the sky now.

Death's Head stares at the departing suit and shrugs inwardly. At least the pilot didn't make the mistake of calling him a bounty hunter. He stands for a moment before noticing the approaching Super Jet. Without taking his eyes from it, he removes his left fist and exchanges it for the titanium shott blaster mounted on his back. He keeps the weapon lowered, of course. No sense in risking damage to himself.

Strakha Stealthed Fighter shimmers into view, but moves higher into the air. These Cybertronians are trickerier than humans, best to keep it from doing anything highly foolish to himself. It circles weapons bristle in the light for the moment, but then comes to a hover lowering itself once again.

Death's Head sees the other ship coming in to land and hmms to himself. More of a welcoming committee than he had planned for.

Super Jet doesn't land, but instead backflips, transforming into a massively powerful looking robot, which lands right before Death's Head...battle faceplate slid in, covering it's feature. The robot speaks...in a voice that will undoubtedly be familiar to many, "Greetings newcomer." it says flatly

Strakha Stealthed Fighter transforms into it's mecha-self..Not the most attractive thing but enough. The voice is a deep growl, but it holds a class of it's own, "Greetings as well newcomer..."

Death's Head searches through his databanks, knowing that the voice of the transformer is familiar. He comes across the answer in short order and tenses slightly, but not noticably. "Starscream. Interesting. Where I come from, you are dead."

Starscream chuckles darkly, "Indeed, had I not had the forsight that alternate universe versions of myself lacked, I would probably be so here as well." it doesn';t seem to bother him that he is dead in a certain reality

Death's Head cocks his head to one side, "Interesting. From what I know of Starscream, he would have been enraged into attacking by my remark. Must update database, yes?" He turns to the Strakha, "Ah. Another flesh creature seeking to make itself like us. Simple minded imitation..." he examines the fighter in detail, "And somewhat crude." He turns back to Starscream, "Wouldn't you say?"

Starscream hehs, "Indeed, something that will soon be remedied." he calls over to Thrakhath, "Eh my fair kilrathi?" he turns back to Death's Head, "The Dark Matrix has given me more insight into life and conquest...such trivial things as my status in another universe is of no concern and would gain me nothing by attacking over such fact."

Death's Head shrugs slightly, "Interesting. I assume you heard my earlier request. Where may I find this 'Autobase'?

Starscream nods, "Indeed I did. HOwever first I must know, WHY you want to know."

Strakha Stealthed Fighter growls deeply at Death's Head...He flexes the claws of the Strakha craft he's in, "That shall be decided on by the High Priestess herself.." He looks over at Death's Head, optic band shimmering, "We are not humans..Nor do I expect to be compared to such dishonorable flith who would dishonor a 'Freelance Peace Keeping Agent' as most of your type wish to be called.." Yup the pilot has had many dealings with Bounty Hunters.

Death's Head continues to stare straight at Starscream, "I am afraid that is information that you are not entitled to." He replies, somewhat bluntly, "Please understand that when I am under contract, I do not discuss the details with those not directly involved. Less complications, yes?" He turns back to the Kilrathi, "You are a fleshling. You all look alike to me."

Starscream nods, "Yes, of course I understand...however should you be seeking to help the autobots in their conquest I would not help you along. So if you cannot tell me that your purpose is at least ill will towards the autobots, then I cannot in good conscience give you the location of it." he sighs, "And I would watch what I say...the kilrathi aren't your standard fleshlings."

Strakha Stealthed Fighter turns it's funky head to glance over at Starscream and wondering if he's thinking what he's thinking. He turns the head back to settle on Death's Head, before bellowing, "HOW DARE YOU CONSIDER MY BLOOD TO BE AMONG THAT OF AN APE!" He's holding back.....boy is he holding back.

Death's Head peers at the Kilrathi, and is fortunate indeed that he cannot express amusement with his face, "I meant no disrespect, and I have no idea of the composition of your bodily fluids. I am sure that your particular race of flesh creatures has an entirely different reason for wanting to control the universe than your enemies." He turns back to Starscream, weighing up exactly what he can give away... "I can tell you this much; my commision will not do the Autobots one scrap of good... and may help your cause."

Starscream smirks, "Good....good. I will trust you on this bounty hunter, as for now I see no reason for you to lie. The base is in Washington DC...however, should you be lying. I will not rest until one of my sweeps or perhaps King Annhilator brings me your head. And do not take this as a boast, for in this universe, I rule the decepticons supreme."

Death's Heads optics flicker, as though he was blinking. Starscream as ruler of the Decepticons... And who or what is King Annhiliator? He sighs. This is going to be more trying than running down Galvatron was. He nods, "Yes. Apparently I shall have to get used to a Starscream that can speak in coherent sentances without going off on an egotistical tirade. Not a change I mind making." He produces a datacard and hands it to Starscream, "Should you have need of my services, this contains the communications frequencies I use. Hope you are powerful AND wealthy, yes?"

Starscream smirks, "Both of those things I have much of, agent."
Starscream Accepts the datapad, politely, "Should I require you, I will contact you immediatley."

Custom Zaku II has disconnected.

Death's Head nods, "Please do. Although as I only take one job at a time, I will be unavailable until the conclusion of this contract." He presses a button on his wrist and a map of the world appears on his wristscreen. A few more presses and the map displays a route from here to DC. He slings his rifle more tightly and makes preparations to move off.

Starscream nods, "When you are done, we may have work for you..."

Death's Head smiles inwardly as he recalls the Decepticon empire he has known, "I have no doubt of that."

Starscream starts to walk away from the hunter, and towards the Strakha.

Death's Head turns to leave, "Until I receive your call, Starscream." He trudges off through the snow.