[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Ride the Storm (Open)
Nov 30, 2022 17:56:40 GMT -5
Post by Optimus Prime on Nov 30, 2022 17:56:40 GMT -5
When Starkrieger effectively cleared his throat to draw focus in his direction, Optimus' gaze complied, locking down upon the injured Seeker with unyielding intensity. The Prime could see how his arm was angled, recognizing what was to come even before the weapon unfolded from its housing to replace his hand. It was a bold move in a way, risking being seen as a threat of some sort in which he would be shot before even having a chance to make one more foolish mistake this day. Yet, he didn't move to draw his own, cyan optics almost boring down into the smaller mech in a form of challenge, daring him to clip away his mercy to force him to finish what he had started mere moments previously.
This glare was held for a few beats before he drifted his focus then to the rotary that continued to clash with the serious nature of the event by offering a sarcastic little wave. It was almost impressive how flippantly he was handling this entire situation, and Optimus wondered if he would still be so bold and casual if he was the one to be grabbed onto rather than Starkrieger. Pain could be a rather harsh teacher, and competency to read the metaphorical room would be a nice side effect from being slammed down onto the ground like the other Decepticon before him.
While Optimus had mostly disregarded the threat of fire from Starkrieger, when Starscream lifted his arm, and in addition the missile that was placed upon it, his stance took an active change, taking it far more seriously. He knew typical blaster fire would be sharp but not horribly damaging, while the other missile could obliterate his already weakened shoulder and forearm paneling. He didn't want to face more shrapnel and flame, and as such, he responded instantaneously.
The sound of transformation rang out as his freed forearm snapped up, his own weapon taking shape as he did so with a couple of last clicks of plating locking down. Blue energy surged along the lights on its side the second they were able to do so, while the mouth of the twin barrels crackled active in a heavy charge, starting to heat back up the metals that had sizzled beneath the rain's downpour earlier. Despite this bracing, however, Optimus did not act further, once again holding his ground with his upper torso angled away to act as any meager attempt to shield the truck driver.
No words were cast back as it could further invite Starscream to discuss things or banter. He was in no mood to verbally stand his ground and play into a tug of war of ego versus regality, simply wanting this horrible incident to come to an end so he could contact Fowler with this bad news and a new burden he would need to take on. Perhaps the man would be alright, managing to mentally pack up the incident and try to continue to live a normal life, rather than spouting what could be seen as insanity that could destroy him over the course of his life. That wasn’t anything he could do however, there was nothing he could say or advise that could influence such a decision long term.
The damage was done, and there was no turning back.
Whatever the case, Optimus would simply stand his ground, rain starting to pop against the gun's maw.
This glare was held for a few beats before he drifted his focus then to the rotary that continued to clash with the serious nature of the event by offering a sarcastic little wave. It was almost impressive how flippantly he was handling this entire situation, and Optimus wondered if he would still be so bold and casual if he was the one to be grabbed onto rather than Starkrieger. Pain could be a rather harsh teacher, and competency to read the metaphorical room would be a nice side effect from being slammed down onto the ground like the other Decepticon before him.
While Optimus had mostly disregarded the threat of fire from Starkrieger, when Starscream lifted his arm, and in addition the missile that was placed upon it, his stance took an active change, taking it far more seriously. He knew typical blaster fire would be sharp but not horribly damaging, while the other missile could obliterate his already weakened shoulder and forearm paneling. He didn't want to face more shrapnel and flame, and as such, he responded instantaneously.
The sound of transformation rang out as his freed forearm snapped up, his own weapon taking shape as he did so with a couple of last clicks of plating locking down. Blue energy surged along the lights on its side the second they were able to do so, while the mouth of the twin barrels crackled active in a heavy charge, starting to heat back up the metals that had sizzled beneath the rain's downpour earlier. Despite this bracing, however, Optimus did not act further, once again holding his ground with his upper torso angled away to act as any meager attempt to shield the truck driver.
No words were cast back as it could further invite Starscream to discuss things or banter. He was in no mood to verbally stand his ground and play into a tug of war of ego versus regality, simply wanting this horrible incident to come to an end so he could contact Fowler with this bad news and a new burden he would need to take on. Perhaps the man would be alright, managing to mentally pack up the incident and try to continue to live a normal life, rather than spouting what could be seen as insanity that could destroy him over the course of his life. That wasn’t anything he could do however, there was nothing he could say or advise that could influence such a decision long term.
The damage was done, and there was no turning back.
Whatever the case, Optimus would simply stand his ground, rain starting to pop against the gun's maw.