Ep. .5 - 'Simple Things' - Open!
Apr 26, 2012 16:23:53 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2012 16:23:53 GMT -5
There was a limit to just how much slag a mech could reasonably be expected to take lying down, and Legion was approaching it at an almost alarming rate. Teasing was one thing, an accepted and expected part of daily interaction on a base as tightly-knit as theirs, but roundabout (perhaps unintentional?) accusations of gross negligence and borderline abuse disguised as friendly banter was a whole different barrel of scraplets. It was, Legion admitted to himself, more than a little offensive, and probably not for the reasons Bumblebee had intended. It was also something he couldn't let slide.
"Arrigh', arrigh', lay off," He growled, tone laden with every glyph for not fragging cool and that's enough, thank you very fokkin' much he could come up with on short notice. "I know I look like a big dumb scrapper, an' I am every now an' again, but I ain't stupid enough t'put Blue outta commission. Th'base-" -and the Autobots at large, really- "-needs hir- an' Ironhide too- in workin' order. Y'ever stopped t'think tha' migh' be why 'm *here* instead o', I 'unno, tryin' t'peel Blue's paint off an inch at a time?"
"B'sides," He tacked on a moment later, tone edging from borderline-snarl to something rather more sober, "Ironhide's got a record cleaner'n th'Hatchet's med-bay, an' I really fokkin' doubt I'm th'first poor slagger t'get on 'is bad side. If he ain't killed somebot yet, I doubt he'd start wif me. I ain't worth th'effort- easier t'jus' beat me inta th'ground wif th'chain o'command an' court-marshal m'sorry aft or sommat."
"Arrigh', arrigh', lay off," He growled, tone laden with every glyph for not fragging cool and that's enough, thank you very fokkin' much he could come up with on short notice. "I know I look like a big dumb scrapper, an' I am every now an' again, but I ain't stupid enough t'put Blue outta commission. Th'base-" -and the Autobots at large, really- "-needs hir- an' Ironhide too- in workin' order. Y'ever stopped t'think tha' migh' be why 'm *here* instead o', I 'unno, tryin' t'peel Blue's paint off an inch at a time?"
"B'sides," He tacked on a moment later, tone edging from borderline-snarl to something rather more sober, "Ironhide's got a record cleaner'n th'Hatchet's med-bay, an' I really fokkin' doubt I'm th'first poor slagger t'get on 'is bad side. If he ain't killed somebot yet, I doubt he'd start wif me. I ain't worth th'effort- easier t'jus' beat me inta th'ground wif th'chain o'command an' court-marshal m'sorry aft or sommat."