Ep.1 - Hawaiian Islands - [Closed]
Nov 20, 2012 1:03:40 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2012 1:03:40 GMT -5
Daw, and here I was thinkin’ you might’ve been one of Excellon’s cronies... The impulse to mouth off was almost as deeply-rooted as the need to fly was, and nearly as hard to box up and set aside. Shear managed it- at least partially because Storm was ‘leaning’ on their link, eavesdropping on every ounce of snark and smarm zie could cook up, a most convenient outlet for all hir pent-up sass- but oh, it was a close thing. It was for a moment, at any rate, before all hir sarcasm and a good deal of hir good mood went soaring for the horizonline at MACH 8.
Wry amusement, wary anxiety, sharp-edged anger and grim acceptance flickered their way through Shear’s field in quick succession as Sideswipe’s tale played itself out. His story in and of itself wasn’t terribly remarkable- Primus only knew how many members of both factions had wound up forsaken by teammates and commanding officers alike- but familiarity didn’t make it any less dente-gratingly frustrating. If traitors and irritants of Starscream’s caliber could be allowed to survive- Pit, were actively encouraged by the very mechs they seemed so bent on reducing to scrap- shouldn’t mechs as valuable as Sunstreaker and Sideswipe warrant more protection?
It was infuriating, really, and that was precisely why zie left it right where it lay.
“I’ve got a real talent for gettin’ myself slagged,” Shear added lazily once hir twin was finished, hir bright grin inviting Sideswipe to share in their long-standing joke. “Good news is that one’s got just as much of a talent for pulling miracles out of her aft. ‘Bout the only thing that’s kept us alive this long. Rest of our cohort’s either gone or on the other side-” Not for the first time zie wondered just where zie’d picked up that particular blend of Decepticon/not-us/bad-news. “-so we’re sorta slag outta luck. Story of our lives. We’ve been alone ever since we left Tellius and the rest a while back. Never reckoned on meeting a friendly face clear out here.”
Wry amusement, wary anxiety, sharp-edged anger and grim acceptance flickered their way through Shear’s field in quick succession as Sideswipe’s tale played itself out. His story in and of itself wasn’t terribly remarkable- Primus only knew how many members of both factions had wound up forsaken by teammates and commanding officers alike- but familiarity didn’t make it any less dente-gratingly frustrating. If traitors and irritants of Starscream’s caliber could be allowed to survive- Pit, were actively encouraged by the very mechs they seemed so bent on reducing to scrap- shouldn’t mechs as valuable as Sunstreaker and Sideswipe warrant more protection?
It was infuriating, really, and that was precisely why zie left it right where it lay.
“I’ve got a real talent for gettin’ myself slagged,” Shear added lazily once hir twin was finished, hir bright grin inviting Sideswipe to share in their long-standing joke. “Good news is that one’s got just as much of a talent for pulling miracles out of her aft. ‘Bout the only thing that’s kept us alive this long. Rest of our cohort’s either gone or on the other side-” Not for the first time zie wondered just where zie’d picked up that particular blend of Decepticon/not-us/bad-news. “-so we’re sorta slag outta luck. Story of our lives. We’ve been alone ever since we left Tellius and the rest a while back. Never reckoned on meeting a friendly face clear out here.”