Ep-0.5 Loner Meets Loner-Closed
Feb 6, 2012 23:35:31 GMT -5
Post by league on Feb 6, 2012 23:35:31 GMT -5
"I can't slagging believe this..."
Scratch that, League could believe it and that was what was bothering him the most. There he was sitting on an empty repair table as he watched over the sleeping prisoner. Since the mech was unable to go on most missions he normally got guard duty, which included just kicking back and watching a monitor or two, possibly running some base wide scans. However, with most of the bots gone, it fell to League to keep an optic on the former Decepticon now taking up space in Ratchet's medbay. League wasn't too fond of Decepticons, even former Decepticons, but on top of all that she was a flier. It really ground his gears to have to sit there with the very bot who most likely made League's front-line life hell. Though he couldn't be sure he ever fought against the recharging femmebot, it was a fair bet that she was just as annoying as any other 'Con flier that ruled the skies.
"Slagging fliers...Primus, I keep telling you rust-suckers that water-alts are the way to go, the 'Cons would never see that coming!"
In fact League had long dreamed of taking an armada of ship and submarine based bots and wowing the 'Cons with his knowledge of naval combat. But there was just himself to gripe to... Well, there was also the slagging Decepti-Copter that he wanted to kick into the nearest lake out of spite. Perhaps she would screw up and League would get his chance, then maybe he could get together with ironhide, he seemed like the mean enough sort, and figure out some way to deal with her. As League thought about that he gave a small wistful vent as he crossed his arms and narrowed his optics on the form of Sterotype.
This was going to be a very long shift...
Scratch that, League could believe it and that was what was bothering him the most. There he was sitting on an empty repair table as he watched over the sleeping prisoner. Since the mech was unable to go on most missions he normally got guard duty, which included just kicking back and watching a monitor or two, possibly running some base wide scans. However, with most of the bots gone, it fell to League to keep an optic on the former Decepticon now taking up space in Ratchet's medbay. League wasn't too fond of Decepticons, even former Decepticons, but on top of all that she was a flier. It really ground his gears to have to sit there with the very bot who most likely made League's front-line life hell. Though he couldn't be sure he ever fought against the recharging femmebot, it was a fair bet that she was just as annoying as any other 'Con flier that ruled the skies.
"Slagging fliers...Primus, I keep telling you rust-suckers that water-alts are the way to go, the 'Cons would never see that coming!"
In fact League had long dreamed of taking an armada of ship and submarine based bots and wowing the 'Cons with his knowledge of naval combat. But there was just himself to gripe to... Well, there was also the slagging Decepti-Copter that he wanted to kick into the nearest lake out of spite. Perhaps she would screw up and League would get his chance, then maybe he could get together with ironhide, he seemed like the mean enough sort, and figure out some way to deal with her. As League thought about that he gave a small wistful vent as he crossed his arms and narrowed his optics on the form of Sterotype.
This was going to be a very long shift...