[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Fly Me To The Moon [Patch, Windshield, Starscream]
May 7, 2021 16:26:53 GMT -5
Post by Starscream on May 7, 2021 16:26:53 GMT -5
The slim Seeker could only chuckle lowly at Patch’s yelled, resilient words. At least she’d had the common sense to move out the way of Windshield’s attack - and oh look, she has a blaster.
A gentle tsk escaped him. By the time she no doubt found the courage to fire the damn thing, Starscream - and the two Eradicons, no doubt - would swiftly put her in her place. This was an all too familiar situation, and one the Seeker had seen many a time before. A cornered, outnumbered Autobot making their last stand with desperate words, a delirious attempt to fight only to be gunned down where they stood.
Though, not always - sometimes there was fun in the hunt. Ah, yes, he’d let a few go. Or at least-- giving them a few seconds head start, anyway. Chasing his prey till they could no longer run, then killing them at the height of their terror. Such a luxury - such excitement - could not be afforded this day, however. The other faction had wised up upon their arrival to Earth, frustratingly keeping tabs on one another - and while he was sure they had ample time to toy with the femme, they did not have an eternity.
If only because his patience could only go so far.
Keeping his weapon trained on Patch, albeit somewhat casually, he would gently shift his weight. Quietly regarding her as Windshield spoke, he watched her stance - wondering just what could be going through her processor in these moments. Did she really think she could win? Was she trying to bide her time in fighting to the bitter end? Hoping for some valiant rescue that would not come? How pathetically honorable.
The Eradicons watched, equally as quiet as their superior. Their gaze locked on the femme, weapons still aimed directly at her as they watched for any subtle movements or tells that she was about to fire her weapon or do something stupid.
As Windshield’s attention - and words - were directed at him, he would briefly cast the other mech a glance. Lip twitching into a smirk, he would peer back at Patch.
“You truly believe you are important to us. Please, I have no qualms ending you just like I did Cliffjumper. Swift, unmerciful - but the next Autobot won’t be as lucky.”
He’d pick them off one by one if he had to.
“Or, maybe one of the human pets you fools associate with. Far squishier, it would take significantly less for one of them to break.”
He chuckled, raising his weapon slightly, almost as if aiming for Patch’s helm.
“I would take heed of what Windshield is saying, if I were you. So gracious of him to give you a choice in what happens here! He is a far better mech than myself.”
A gentle tsk escaped him. By the time she no doubt found the courage to fire the damn thing, Starscream - and the two Eradicons, no doubt - would swiftly put her in her place. This was an all too familiar situation, and one the Seeker had seen many a time before. A cornered, outnumbered Autobot making their last stand with desperate words, a delirious attempt to fight only to be gunned down where they stood.
Though, not always - sometimes there was fun in the hunt. Ah, yes, he’d let a few go. Or at least-- giving them a few seconds head start, anyway. Chasing his prey till they could no longer run, then killing them at the height of their terror. Such a luxury - such excitement - could not be afforded this day, however. The other faction had wised up upon their arrival to Earth, frustratingly keeping tabs on one another - and while he was sure they had ample time to toy with the femme, they did not have an eternity.
If only because his patience could only go so far.
Keeping his weapon trained on Patch, albeit somewhat casually, he would gently shift his weight. Quietly regarding her as Windshield spoke, he watched her stance - wondering just what could be going through her processor in these moments. Did she really think she could win? Was she trying to bide her time in fighting to the bitter end? Hoping for some valiant rescue that would not come? How pathetically honorable.
The Eradicons watched, equally as quiet as their superior. Their gaze locked on the femme, weapons still aimed directly at her as they watched for any subtle movements or tells that she was about to fire her weapon or do something stupid.
As Windshield’s attention - and words - were directed at him, he would briefly cast the other mech a glance. Lip twitching into a smirk, he would peer back at Patch.
“You truly believe you are important to us. Please, I have no qualms ending you just like I did Cliffjumper. Swift, unmerciful - but the next Autobot won’t be as lucky.”
He’d pick them off one by one if he had to.
“Or, maybe one of the human pets you fools associate with. Far squishier, it would take significantly less for one of them to break.”
He chuckled, raising his weapon slightly, almost as if aiming for Patch’s helm.
“I would take heed of what Windshield is saying, if I were you. So gracious of him to give you a choice in what happens here! He is a far better mech than myself.”