Flashback - "Quite a Trio" – closed
Dec 10, 2011 19:46:15 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2011 19:46:15 GMT -5
Outpost Phi-42 was a Primus forsaken piece of slag on the ragged edge of a galaxy that, by all rights, should have been of exactly no concern to any self-respecting Cybertronian. The problem was, or at least this was the story from the higher ups, the Decepticon monster-scientist, Shockwave, had turned the south-side of a small moon into an energon pumping paradise. Perfect atmospheric and geological conditions catalyzed to convert a random meteor-sized rock into a hotly contested resource that, Bots and Cons alike had been fragging each other over for five megacycles or so.
The latest batch of Bot to get stuck defending this suicidal hot zone was the unfortunate ground assault unit under Captain Jettison, a cantankerous mid-caste officer, formerly a Wrecker, now assigned to holding this precarious position in the middle of nowhere. Worse, there were rumors, lots of them, that the Decepticons had reinforcements from a speculative crew of passing raider ships and were, even now, amassing an assault. He’s taken to brooding in his office on their ship back at base camp and worrying his lieutenants.
But this did not bother the trio of Autobots in outpost three. It was, arguably, the most dangerous outpost, facing the Decepticon basecamp out north. That said, the twin frontliners and their femme gunnery sergeant were arguably the most dangerous three Bots in the unit… they were also arguing.
“It’s true,” said Sideswipe loudly, blue optics crackling electric with glee. He was louging, currently, against the wall of their small, bunker, half recessed into the eastern cliff-face. “Gearstrip’s just a fragger cuz he like to cable-up and no one in this unit does so he’s just, ya know, pent up. Swear to Primus. I’m not lying!”
The latest batch of Bot to get stuck defending this suicidal hot zone was the unfortunate ground assault unit under Captain Jettison, a cantankerous mid-caste officer, formerly a Wrecker, now assigned to holding this precarious position in the middle of nowhere. Worse, there were rumors, lots of them, that the Decepticons had reinforcements from a speculative crew of passing raider ships and were, even now, amassing an assault. He’s taken to brooding in his office on their ship back at base camp and worrying his lieutenants.
But this did not bother the trio of Autobots in outpost three. It was, arguably, the most dangerous outpost, facing the Decepticon basecamp out north. That said, the twin frontliners and their femme gunnery sergeant were arguably the most dangerous three Bots in the unit… they were also arguing.
“It’s true,” said Sideswipe loudly, blue optics crackling electric with glee. He was louging, currently, against the wall of their small, bunker, half recessed into the eastern cliff-face. “Gearstrip’s just a fragger cuz he like to cable-up and no one in this unit does so he’s just, ya know, pent up. Swear to Primus. I’m not lying!”