Ep1 - 'Shut Up and Drive' - Closed
Aug 27, 2014 16:23:52 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2014 16:23:52 GMT -5
“Reccurency training exists for a reason,” said Ratchet firmly. “Every skill gets rusty over time. I’ll clear you for a weapon upgrade, but I’ll let Red Alert tackle the actual munitions clearance. If I had five shanix for everyone I’ve seen who has lost precious fingers or limbs or functional hearing due to explosive fumbles, I could have retired ten vorn into the war.”
Wash helped Zoom–Zoom onto the berth and stood back, a nostalgic look on his face.
“I’ve handled heavy munitions a few times,” he said. “My favourite occurrence was back during a diplomatic mission out to Hanover, a heavily contested outpost planet. Lots of Decepticon patrol activity in the area. So I asked my Autobot guards if I should be armed with a pistol for self defence, and one of them tells me, no, no, no pistol. I took that to mean I wasn’t expected to defend myself in the event of an attack until he handed me a disposable RPG instead.”
The blue Autobot paused. “In retrospect, not a good weapon to give to an untrained diplomat while confined within a pressurized space shuttle. That thing had a firing accuracy of like, thirty metres. And the rocket sort of spun off beyond that. Still. Best gun ever. I called it Psycho.”
“Fascinating,” said Ratchet flatly as he bent over the minibot’s injured leg. “Zoom–Zoom, do you want to be put out for this, or would you care to tough out the boredom awake and alert while I conduct repairs?”
Wash helped Zoom–Zoom onto the berth and stood back, a nostalgic look on his face.
“I’ve handled heavy munitions a few times,” he said. “My favourite occurrence was back during a diplomatic mission out to Hanover, a heavily contested outpost planet. Lots of Decepticon patrol activity in the area. So I asked my Autobot guards if I should be armed with a pistol for self defence, and one of them tells me, no, no, no pistol. I took that to mean I wasn’t expected to defend myself in the event of an attack until he handed me a disposable RPG instead.”
The blue Autobot paused. “In retrospect, not a good weapon to give to an untrained diplomat while confined within a pressurized space shuttle. That thing had a firing accuracy of like, thirty metres. And the rocket sort of spun off beyond that. Still. Best gun ever. I called it Psycho.”
“Fascinating,” said Ratchet flatly as he bent over the minibot’s injured leg. “Zoom–Zoom, do you want to be put out for this, or would you care to tough out the boredom awake and alert while I conduct repairs?”