Ep0.5 - "You missed me?"
Feb 2, 2012 1:13:06 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2012 1:13:06 GMT -5
Sideswipe – stunned, wide-eyed, frame aching from the sucker punch and tackle – didn’t move an inch under Sunstreaker’s sudden snap into psycho-ville; rather he went dead lock motionless and remained that way while Sunny’s fingers dug into the metal of his jaw and the high-density weight of his frame pressed Sideswipe’s arms into the dirt. He was, somehow, excuriatingly aware that his brother was stopping just short of actually denting the alloy in his face and the fact that there was that modicum of control over the aesthetic damage he was dealing… after he’d put a fucking blade on him was almost worse than the attack itself.
The fine molecular-edge of Sunstreaker’s weapon hung centimeters from the bright glass and light configuration of Sideswipe’s left optic, perfectly fixed in his brother’s rock-steady hydraulics – careful as a brushstroke. For a very intense nano-kilk a cold certainty spread through Sideswipe’s fuel tank – the nauseous belief that his twin was about to rip his optic out for pure, manic frustration. Righthanded. Not dead yet. Sides cycled his vents slowly, optic flicking away from the weapon hazarding his face and up at his brother.
“Okay, crazy,” he said through gritted dental plates, “we skipped a few levels there. Let’s back up a little.” His calm was perfectly false. Just because his brother was his partner and best ally in everything didn’t mean he couldn’t flip his lid and do something psychotic – he’d done it before, after all. Sides forced a sarcastic smile. “So, since you’re gonna attack me instead of getting out of here like we fraggin’ should be let’s Q and A. So, is something bothering you, brother mine?”
The fine molecular-edge of Sunstreaker’s weapon hung centimeters from the bright glass and light configuration of Sideswipe’s left optic, perfectly fixed in his brother’s rock-steady hydraulics – careful as a brushstroke. For a very intense nano-kilk a cold certainty spread through Sideswipe’s fuel tank – the nauseous belief that his twin was about to rip his optic out for pure, manic frustration. Righthanded. Not dead yet. Sides cycled his vents slowly, optic flicking away from the weapon hazarding his face and up at his brother.
“Okay, crazy,” he said through gritted dental plates, “we skipped a few levels there. Let’s back up a little.” His calm was perfectly false. Just because his brother was his partner and best ally in everything didn’t mean he couldn’t flip his lid and do something psychotic – he’d done it before, after all. Sides forced a sarcastic smile. “So, since you’re gonna attack me instead of getting out of here like we fraggin’ should be let’s Q and A. So, is something bothering you, brother mine?”