Ep0.5 - Red and Blue - Closed
Apr 13, 2013 15:22:17 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2013 15:22:17 GMT -5
There were and were not ways that someone should greet mechanoids coming out of a groundbridge. On average, groundbridge usage tended to be pretty boring; exclusively for cargo and small emergency evac. Bending physics to your will was cool but it could get hinky, potentially transport your garrison to the middle of a black hole or the molecular incineration at the heart of a start, so the norm was to just keep it simple. A to B, B to A. Don’t get fancy. Don’t use your ground bridge to rocket your troops into space, don’t blind jump, don’t tackle-hug the poor slagger just coming out of the bridge and grind your fist into the top of their head until the finish scratches.
Well fuck you, no one told Sideswipe that last one.
“Finally!” Sideswipe crashed, with not inconsiderable force, into the small-frame sniper as they exited the groundbridge in the Main Atrium. “Ha! I was startin’ ta think you were avoiding me, shortie!”
There were mechanics to putting a Cybertronian in a headlock. First of all, they had to have a neck – not a universal trait among their multi-formed race – but most classic Cybertronians, the poster children for their race around the verse, tended to have necks. Statistically, Autobots tended to have more necks than Decepticons. This was likely why more of them got their main fuel lines ripped out through their clavicle seams and tracheal cables. But for Sideswipe’s purposes, it also meant you could do to your teammates precisely what he was doing to Bluestreak: Namely, pinching the poor kid’s head between his bicep, forearm, and underarm then giving hir a noogie that was, probably, considered a war crime on some planets.
His grin, 10,000 watts and malicious, was brighter by far than the groundbridge light behind them.
“What’s up, lil bruv?”
Well fuck you, no one told Sideswipe that last one.
“Finally!” Sideswipe crashed, with not inconsiderable force, into the small-frame sniper as they exited the groundbridge in the Main Atrium. “Ha! I was startin’ ta think you were avoiding me, shortie!”
There were mechanics to putting a Cybertronian in a headlock. First of all, they had to have a neck – not a universal trait among their multi-formed race – but most classic Cybertronians, the poster children for their race around the verse, tended to have necks. Statistically, Autobots tended to have more necks than Decepticons. This was likely why more of them got their main fuel lines ripped out through their clavicle seams and tracheal cables. But for Sideswipe’s purposes, it also meant you could do to your teammates precisely what he was doing to Bluestreak: Namely, pinching the poor kid’s head between his bicep, forearm, and underarm then giving hir a noogie that was, probably, considered a war crime on some planets.
His grin, 10,000 watts and malicious, was brighter by far than the groundbridge light behind them.
“What’s up, lil bruv?”