[ti]Ep 3.5[/ti]Ch-Ch-Cherry Bomb! [Closed]
Sept 4, 2023 18:11:45 GMT -5
Post by Javelin on Sept 4, 2023 18:11:45 GMT -5
Javelin had been lurching towards where she last saw her arrows, when she heard Sunstreaker’s order flash out over the comm.
“Because of course he does,” she snarled, “Because nothing is ever easy on this fracking planet, is it!?”
Well, she’d regroup, alright, but not without her arrows.
Now that her body wasn’t juttering with extreme fear so powerful it turned her into some sort of primal machine screaming in fear and confusion, anger was leaching in. She felt hot all over, wanting nothing more than to let loose with a string of the most vile insults and curse words she could think of.
She had almost reached her arrows, when a familiar sound of a smaller airborne threat could just be made out over the general sounds of battle a short distance away.
Javelin only managed to glance up for a second, before Laserbeak’s gunfire poured out of the sky, peppering down around her and her arrows.
“OH YOU RUSTED PILE OF MISSHAPEN PIG-IRON!”
Laserbeak’s attempt to keep Javelin away from her weapons had been a smart move. And if Javelin had been a normal Autobot, it probably would have worked. She should have feared for her safety, knowing that at least one of her arrows was explosive, a few were both explosive and acidic, and there wouldn’t be much more humiliating than being injured because you were too stupid to stay away from your own weapons that go boom.
But when Javelin started to grow this angry, she stopped being a normal Autobot. At this point, it was more than she could handle. Being pinned by No-Face had shaken her to the core, and now that he was gone? She was overflowing with too much relief, too much high drive energy. At this point, Javelin was slipping into the “No fuck you” frame of mind where even if she did get shot or half blown up by her own weapon, she’d lie dying on the field cackling that it was worth it.
Her eyes locked on the closest jumble of arrows, one of which had the safety wrapping that prevented accidental ignition, lying in a scattered clutter. Gritting her denta, she lunged forward, hand reaching out for them, all the while waiting for the feeling of impacts opening holes in her frame.
She would not let a flying robo-rat keep her from her arrows.
By Primus, she would not!
She did, in fact, feel the impact of at least one of Laserbeak’s weapons strike her leg; a sudden, hot flash of fire and pain. It caused her to stumble again, but she pushed on, anger blocking out some of the pain. The weapon had scored a long gouge from her hip to knee, but thankfully hadn’t gone through the living metal. It hurt – but she could still move.
Quickly nocking one of the regular arrows into her bow, Javelin threw herself forward, clearing the scattered group of the other arrows, hitting the ground on her right side. In one fluid motion, she rolled onto her back, pulling the energy string of her bow, and letting the arrow fly. It shot straight, almost soundlessly upwards, like a small rocket. It’s target, Laserbeak – where Javelin’s processor told her the flying menace would have moved to if it had continued on it’s flight path overhead.
Once the arrow was airborne, she was moving again, now starting to hobble her way towards where Sunstreaker had last been seen, still clutching a handful of arrows in her free hand, one lonely explosive arrow in the group.
::On my way, Sunstreaker.::
“Because of course he does,” she snarled, “Because nothing is ever easy on this fracking planet, is it!?”
Well, she’d regroup, alright, but not without her arrows.
Now that her body wasn’t juttering with extreme fear so powerful it turned her into some sort of primal machine screaming in fear and confusion, anger was leaching in. She felt hot all over, wanting nothing more than to let loose with a string of the most vile insults and curse words she could think of.
She had almost reached her arrows, when a familiar sound of a smaller airborne threat could just be made out over the general sounds of battle a short distance away.
Javelin only managed to glance up for a second, before Laserbeak’s gunfire poured out of the sky, peppering down around her and her arrows.
“OH YOU RUSTED PILE OF MISSHAPEN PIG-IRON!”
Laserbeak’s attempt to keep Javelin away from her weapons had been a smart move. And if Javelin had been a normal Autobot, it probably would have worked. She should have feared for her safety, knowing that at least one of her arrows was explosive, a few were both explosive and acidic, and there wouldn’t be much more humiliating than being injured because you were too stupid to stay away from your own weapons that go boom.
But when Javelin started to grow this angry, she stopped being a normal Autobot. At this point, it was more than she could handle. Being pinned by No-Face had shaken her to the core, and now that he was gone? She was overflowing with too much relief, too much high drive energy. At this point, Javelin was slipping into the “No fuck you” frame of mind where even if she did get shot or half blown up by her own weapon, she’d lie dying on the field cackling that it was worth it.
Her eyes locked on the closest jumble of arrows, one of which had the safety wrapping that prevented accidental ignition, lying in a scattered clutter. Gritting her denta, she lunged forward, hand reaching out for them, all the while waiting for the feeling of impacts opening holes in her frame.
She would not let a flying robo-rat keep her from her arrows.
By Primus, she would not!
She did, in fact, feel the impact of at least one of Laserbeak’s weapons strike her leg; a sudden, hot flash of fire and pain. It caused her to stumble again, but she pushed on, anger blocking out some of the pain. The weapon had scored a long gouge from her hip to knee, but thankfully hadn’t gone through the living metal. It hurt – but she could still move.
Quickly nocking one of the regular arrows into her bow, Javelin threw herself forward, clearing the scattered group of the other arrows, hitting the ground on her right side. In one fluid motion, she rolled onto her back, pulling the energy string of her bow, and letting the arrow fly. It shot straight, almost soundlessly upwards, like a small rocket. It’s target, Laserbeak – where Javelin’s processor told her the flying menace would have moved to if it had continued on it’s flight path overhead.
Once the arrow was airborne, she was moving again, now starting to hobble her way towards where Sunstreaker had last been seen, still clutching a handful of arrows in her free hand, one lonely explosive arrow in the group.
::On my way, Sunstreaker.::