Flashback – “Malfunction” – Closed
Jan 17, 2012 2:07:23 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2012 2:07:23 GMT -5
“We didn’t build you,” Alpha-43 was snarling, plates heating, EMF spiking, engines revving, “so you could fragging get arrested by the smelt-sucking law-bots for felony crimes! A FELONY! You are lucky, you piece of misshapen, sharewear, that your brother knew enough law jibberish to get you off with a warning because if I were them I’d have spark-shucked you in the street for that slag!”
Alpha-43 (the lead of a small engineering cohort out of South Kaon) had Phi-2’s face in his hand, metal denting with the pressure. This was not the first time Phi-2 would take dents off his fingers, nor the last. This was, in fact, the 126th infraction the new-frame had committed in the last four orns. When all this earned him was a nephite blue glare, ugly with hatred, Alpha drove a massive pile-driver fist straight into his face and knocked him to the floor.
“You think this is funny, slag-face? It’s bad enough you every move is a malfunction and now you’re dragging Phi-1 into it too?”
“Well, actually,” said Phi-1, who up until the face-punching had been reasonably docile. His blue optic sparkled with psychotic impudence and before his cohort mates could stop him (and they never could) he launched his speech. “He didn’t really drag me, Alpha-43, sir, boss-mech. See. There was mutual dragging. We dragged each other and since it was a shared effort I feel I should be credited with my fair share of dragging as I put quite a lot of time and effort and energon into the design, planning and execution of the slag that got us arrested. I’m actually quite proud. We technically committed three felony offenses if you count that thing I said about Primus and that enforcer’s ‘facing panels…”
The next punch took Phi-1 straight to the floor with his brother.
“S’up, bro?” he said, before they were both dragged back to their pedes. It was gearing up to be a landmark bad day.
Alpha-43 (the lead of a small engineering cohort out of South Kaon) had Phi-2’s face in his hand, metal denting with the pressure. This was not the first time Phi-2 would take dents off his fingers, nor the last. This was, in fact, the 126th infraction the new-frame had committed in the last four orns. When all this earned him was a nephite blue glare, ugly with hatred, Alpha drove a massive pile-driver fist straight into his face and knocked him to the floor.
“You think this is funny, slag-face? It’s bad enough you every move is a malfunction and now you’re dragging Phi-1 into it too?”
“Well, actually,” said Phi-1, who up until the face-punching had been reasonably docile. His blue optic sparkled with psychotic impudence and before his cohort mates could stop him (and they never could) he launched his speech. “He didn’t really drag me, Alpha-43, sir, boss-mech. See. There was mutual dragging. We dragged each other and since it was a shared effort I feel I should be credited with my fair share of dragging as I put quite a lot of time and effort and energon into the design, planning and execution of the slag that got us arrested. I’m actually quite proud. We technically committed three felony offenses if you count that thing I said about Primus and that enforcer’s ‘facing panels…”
The next punch took Phi-1 straight to the floor with his brother.
“S’up, bro?” he said, before they were both dragged back to their pedes. It was gearing up to be a landmark bad day.