Ep 0 - Autobot base Brig - Closed
Nov 25, 2011 23:55:43 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2011 23:55:43 GMT -5
(OOC: Continuing scene from here: tf-prime-rp.livejournal.com/13708.html?thread=793228#t793228)
Slender frame tall and stiff, Arcee stared upward challenging into Ironhide’s enraged optics and undaunted by the massive fist bypassing her by inches. She stood her ground, still, for several seconds considering hurriedly what the pit she was doing and for what reason. She sincerely doubted Ironhide would simply go along with the explanation that it was initially was an impulsive reaction to an old teammate being beaten within an inch of his life.
Arcee silently chided herself for that leaping lapse in judgment. She was somewhat grateful it occurred in a controlled situation (mostly) and not in the chaos of battle where her slip up could create further harm to her current teammates. However, the two-wheeler stood firm in the knowledge that intervention on her was needed and appropriated, despite the truth of her initial action.
“Stopping this vendetta for good, you two-bit outmode.” Arcee berated, blasters disengaging back into her forearms and then crossing them across her chassis. “Barricade may deserve a beating for every crime he’s committed, and believe me I know all to well what he’s done,” Arcee glanced to the side unwilling to meet Ironhide’s furious glare at that moment before quickly returning an equal piercing gaze. “but that does NOT pardon us and our actions when we wish to return the favor. As Autobots we obey our Prime and not enact our desires. Barricade’s fate is up to Prime alone.”
She daringly poked a dainty finger as high on Ironhide’s waist plates she could emphasizing her point. “I accepted Prime’s decision to promote you as the team’s 2IC, but your breach in conduct and responsibility is unacceptable.
“So unless you have anything else to say,” she thrusted a servo towards the exit, “you can just get the fraggin slag out of here, because as of right now I’m relieving you of duty until Prime orders otherwise.”
Slender frame tall and stiff, Arcee stared upward challenging into Ironhide’s enraged optics and undaunted by the massive fist bypassing her by inches. She stood her ground, still, for several seconds considering hurriedly what the pit she was doing and for what reason. She sincerely doubted Ironhide would simply go along with the explanation that it was initially was an impulsive reaction to an old teammate being beaten within an inch of his life.
Arcee silently chided herself for that leaping lapse in judgment. She was somewhat grateful it occurred in a controlled situation (mostly) and not in the chaos of battle where her slip up could create further harm to her current teammates. However, the two-wheeler stood firm in the knowledge that intervention on her was needed and appropriated, despite the truth of her initial action.
“Stopping this vendetta for good, you two-bit outmode.” Arcee berated, blasters disengaging back into her forearms and then crossing them across her chassis. “Barricade may deserve a beating for every crime he’s committed, and believe me I know all to well what he’s done,” Arcee glanced to the side unwilling to meet Ironhide’s furious glare at that moment before quickly returning an equal piercing gaze. “but that does NOT pardon us and our actions when we wish to return the favor. As Autobots we obey our Prime and not enact our desires. Barricade’s fate is up to Prime alone.”
She daringly poked a dainty finger as high on Ironhide’s waist plates she could emphasizing her point. “I accepted Prime’s decision to promote you as the team’s 2IC, but your breach in conduct and responsibility is unacceptable.
“So unless you have anything else to say,” she thrusted a servo towards the exit, “you can just get the fraggin slag out of here, because as of right now I’m relieving you of duty until Prime orders otherwise.”