Ep1 – Get Off Me – Closed
Nov 24, 2012 3:37:47 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2012 3:37:47 GMT -5
“Are you kidding me?”
Sideswipe had the presence of mind to ask this only after he’d come out of recharge, snapped out of it, spark fritzed brutal with combat heat. He asked this, incredulous, battle scythe sprung from his forearm and bare centimeters from the cervical transformation seam at the back Shearwind’s neck… the join of metal into which he’d been about to shove the full length of the battle blade. Any brief sleepy and nauseated dread he felt at the notion was consumed presently by a sense of furious rage at the stupid little glitchfrakkers for thinking it was a good idea to sleep on top of him for some reason.
Sides retracted the blade, throttling back the kill-voltage that had had burned through to his fingertips, stopping behind the grounding circuits in his wrists and just short of conducting freely into the scythe itself. In the heart of rural Koh Kong, Cambodia – deep into the uncultivated west of the Cardmom Mountains – Sides had finally conceded to the jet mod’s heating flags, landing with his twin entourage during the night. There wasn’t a mapped human city or logging operation for miles in all directions and having landed on a section of mountain largely inaccessible by anything but helicopter, human contact was out of the question.
Bot contact though…
“I was about to frakkin kill you!” Sides hissed his fist still poised as though in preparation to punch Shearwind in the head. The orange-eyed jetform was staring up at him from where she’d scooted, somehow not waking him, to his side while he was in shut down. Stormbringer, to her incredible fucking credit, was still completely shut down, laying peacefully against his opposite flank. It was absurd. They’d stealthily and undetectably snuck up on him… so they could use him as a head rest. It was so rank amateur and… silly that Sideswipe felt himself getting mad about that more than having almost killed them.
Getting sloppy, said Sunstreaker’s voice in his head, bright yellow and electric. They could have killed you. Sides hadn’t meant to shut down so fully… but his systems were just so fragged… “I’d ask what you were thinking but that would be a touch generous, I think. I’ll settle for ‘What the frag?’”
((OOC: For Shear and Storm. Let me know if I need to tweak anything. :3))
Sideswipe had the presence of mind to ask this only after he’d come out of recharge, snapped out of it, spark fritzed brutal with combat heat. He asked this, incredulous, battle scythe sprung from his forearm and bare centimeters from the cervical transformation seam at the back Shearwind’s neck… the join of metal into which he’d been about to shove the full length of the battle blade. Any brief sleepy and nauseated dread he felt at the notion was consumed presently by a sense of furious rage at the stupid little glitchfrakkers for thinking it was a good idea to sleep on top of him for some reason.
Sides retracted the blade, throttling back the kill-voltage that had had burned through to his fingertips, stopping behind the grounding circuits in his wrists and just short of conducting freely into the scythe itself. In the heart of rural Koh Kong, Cambodia – deep into the uncultivated west of the Cardmom Mountains – Sides had finally conceded to the jet mod’s heating flags, landing with his twin entourage during the night. There wasn’t a mapped human city or logging operation for miles in all directions and having landed on a section of mountain largely inaccessible by anything but helicopter, human contact was out of the question.
Bot contact though…
“I was about to frakkin kill you!” Sides hissed his fist still poised as though in preparation to punch Shearwind in the head. The orange-eyed jetform was staring up at him from where she’d scooted, somehow not waking him, to his side while he was in shut down. Stormbringer, to her incredible fucking credit, was still completely shut down, laying peacefully against his opposite flank. It was absurd. They’d stealthily and undetectably snuck up on him… so they could use him as a head rest. It was so rank amateur and… silly that Sideswipe felt himself getting mad about that more than having almost killed them.
Getting sloppy, said Sunstreaker’s voice in his head, bright yellow and electric. They could have killed you. Sides hadn’t meant to shut down so fully… but his systems were just so fragged… “I’d ask what you were thinking but that would be a touch generous, I think. I’ll settle for ‘What the frag?’”
((OOC: For Shear and Storm. Let me know if I need to tweak anything. :3))