Ep. 1 - Anything You Can Do - [Closed]
Jun 21, 2014 23:30:47 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2014 23:30:47 GMT -5
((Set a few days after "Terms and Conditions"))
Zoom Zoom was an odd little mech. Mirage found him to be something of a curiosity, as he honestly could not see how a mech of his...unique disposition had managed to survive for so long. He was self-centered, belligerent towards authority, and (judging by the long-winded rant Agent Fowler had given in regards to the recently damaged windshield of one of NESTS storage vehicles) heavy handed. These traits did not a long-lived mech make, generally speaking, and Mirage was curious as to how Zoom Zoom had managed to survive the war to this point, despite his personality flaws and chronic foot-in-mouth disease.
Hence why he had arranged for Zoom Zoom and himself to have a little friendly sparring session. It gave him the opportunity to both answer the question that had been prodding him ever since the fateful evening he first met the mech, and to evaluate the mech’s skills, so he would know what talents he had that might be useful in future operations. Likewise, it would give him an idea of what weaknesses Zoom Zoom may have possessed, so that they could be improved upon or at the very least cataloged, so that the mech wouldn’t be sent on missions he was not qualified for- or in laymen’s terms, the missions that were likely to get him killed. Or worse.
Mirage was not particularly fond of the idea of sending agent off to what might very well be a fate worse than death unless they were best equipped for the situation. One did not send a berserker to act as a diplomat for the same reason he would not send an agent who functioned primarily as a hacker on a long-term undercover mission. Unless one was tailor made for the job, it could and likely would end in disaster, and the Autobots quite frankly could not afford to lose any more of their already frightfully low numbers.
Besides, he was bored, the weather outside was delightfully pleasant, and he had nothing better to do. A nice sparring session wouldn’t go unappreciated, especially against a fellow special operative. There was never a dull moment when their lot got together; smoke and mirrors, cloaks and daggers, and more hidden weaponry than one should conceivably be able to carry on their person all at once. It was all good fun, really, even if mecha did wind up fracturing optics or accidentally cutting energon lines from time to time when their exuberance got the better of them.
He didn’t plan on going quite so far with Zoom Zoom, of course. He wasn’t nearly as...spirited in his fighting as others he could name, but that did not mean he was going to pull his metaphorical punches. After all, how could he test Zoom Zoom’s limits if he did not push him to them?
As he waited in one of the large, empty storage rooms that served as their makeshift sparring arena, his arms folded neatly behind his back, Mirage pondered what fighting style (if any) Zoom Zoom specialized in. Something told him a mech of his size probably wasn’t particularly fond of hand-to-hand.
Zoom Zoom was an odd little mech. Mirage found him to be something of a curiosity, as he honestly could not see how a mech of his...unique disposition had managed to survive for so long. He was self-centered, belligerent towards authority, and (judging by the long-winded rant Agent Fowler had given in regards to the recently damaged windshield of one of NESTS storage vehicles) heavy handed. These traits did not a long-lived mech make, generally speaking, and Mirage was curious as to how Zoom Zoom had managed to survive the war to this point, despite his personality flaws and chronic foot-in-mouth disease.
Hence why he had arranged for Zoom Zoom and himself to have a little friendly sparring session. It gave him the opportunity to both answer the question that had been prodding him ever since the fateful evening he first met the mech, and to evaluate the mech’s skills, so he would know what talents he had that might be useful in future operations. Likewise, it would give him an idea of what weaknesses Zoom Zoom may have possessed, so that they could be improved upon or at the very least cataloged, so that the mech wouldn’t be sent on missions he was not qualified for- or in laymen’s terms, the missions that were likely to get him killed. Or worse.
Mirage was not particularly fond of the idea of sending agent off to what might very well be a fate worse than death unless they were best equipped for the situation. One did not send a berserker to act as a diplomat for the same reason he would not send an agent who functioned primarily as a hacker on a long-term undercover mission. Unless one was tailor made for the job, it could and likely would end in disaster, and the Autobots quite frankly could not afford to lose any more of their already frightfully low numbers.
Besides, he was bored, the weather outside was delightfully pleasant, and he had nothing better to do. A nice sparring session wouldn’t go unappreciated, especially against a fellow special operative. There was never a dull moment when their lot got together; smoke and mirrors, cloaks and daggers, and more hidden weaponry than one should conceivably be able to carry on their person all at once. It was all good fun, really, even if mecha did wind up fracturing optics or accidentally cutting energon lines from time to time when their exuberance got the better of them.
He didn’t plan on going quite so far with Zoom Zoom, of course. He wasn’t nearly as...spirited in his fighting as others he could name, but that did not mean he was going to pull his metaphorical punches. After all, how could he test Zoom Zoom’s limits if he did not push him to them?
As he waited in one of the large, empty storage rooms that served as their makeshift sparring arena, his arms folded neatly behind his back, Mirage pondered what fighting style (if any) Zoom Zoom specialized in. Something told him a mech of his size probably wasn’t particularly fond of hand-to-hand.