EP 0.5 Talking Ice [Pistongasket]
Nov 20, 2012 10:39:53 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2012 10:39:53 GMT -5
"I was sent...to retrieve you! If Megatron...wanted you dead...I would have...already killed you!"
And with that, the con was back on the battle at hand- Jetfire was ignored again. He harrumped to himself. Well, at least he wasn’t the only one with that train of thought- if only the other Seeker had made his point clear sooner-
Well… honestly it wouldn’t have been much different. Jetfire still would have been on his knees aiming a probably defunct blaster at the other mech, and he would’ve been no farther from deactivation than he was now- the error codes soaking up the cold and sending him warnings all over his HUD. He was practically blind from them.
Still- his faction had come for him. To rescue him, and if he had been there earlier, to revive him. And considering this display… the war definitely was far from over.
He straightened the arm wielding the mid-sized blaster, drawing a beat on the Autobot. He felt a pang of guilt- he did owe the mech his life, after all. But… perhaps if Pistongasket had been a breem later, it would have been the Seeker digging him out of the ice.
Trying to put his emotional processors aside, he attpemted to bring up a status report on his blaster, but found the code jumbled and erratic. He blinked at the code in his HUD, ands as he attempted to sort it out a strange shudder wracking his frame. Primus decimate the cold!
And the moment of clarity came- he saw the Seeker move, he saw the blade charge, and he could see where it was going to lead- all through the crosshairs in his optic display.
And with that, the con was back on the battle at hand- Jetfire was ignored again. He harrumped to himself. Well, at least he wasn’t the only one with that train of thought- if only the other Seeker had made his point clear sooner-
Well… honestly it wouldn’t have been much different. Jetfire still would have been on his knees aiming a probably defunct blaster at the other mech, and he would’ve been no farther from deactivation than he was now- the error codes soaking up the cold and sending him warnings all over his HUD. He was practically blind from them.
Still- his faction had come for him. To rescue him, and if he had been there earlier, to revive him. And considering this display… the war definitely was far from over.
He straightened the arm wielding the mid-sized blaster, drawing a beat on the Autobot. He felt a pang of guilt- he did owe the mech his life, after all. But… perhaps if Pistongasket had been a breem later, it would have been the Seeker digging him out of the ice.
Trying to put his emotional processors aside, he attpemted to bring up a status report on his blaster, but found the code jumbled and erratic. He blinked at the code in his HUD, ands as he attempted to sort it out a strange shudder wracking his frame. Primus decimate the cold!
And the moment of clarity came- he saw the Seeker move, he saw the blade charge, and he could see where it was going to lead- all through the crosshairs in his optic display.