Ep1 – “Run Run Fast As You Can” – Closed
May 23, 2012 20:50:58 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on May 23, 2012 20:50:58 GMT -5
The both of them froze as Yellowbot decided to point both of his arm blasters directly in Jetfire’s face.
There was a tense moment as Jetfire gave the scout an unimpressed look. Its not like he would actually shoot him. The penalties of striking your own comrades down were high enough, Still… the tempers of the young usually ran high. Jetfire was generally unconcerned about the situation, but still had the sense not to make any sudden moves. There was a shudder in his upper arm as it struggled to keep the scout aloft any longer- it was time to put him down anyway.
Before relaxing completely, the con defocused to read the text comm being sent to him. The letters were a little strange, but still readable. It took him a moment to fully grasp them. I cannot fly!
He focused back at the scout, relaxing slowly and bending his arms as he prepared to set him down, an incredulous look on his face. A ground alt? What use was that! And for a scout! Well, he couldn’t think of any class that wouldn’t benefit from a flight based alt mode, but this was absurd.
It was the first time the con had actually taken a moment to look at him closely. He supposed he was quite heavy to a flight model. Jetfire could have been convinced that Yellowbot weighed almost as much as he did. Jetfire slowly set the little scout back on his pedes, still gripping him firmly to help keep him from falling. The yellow coloring on his head was dinged and scraped around his head where he’d taken damage… that wouldn’t help his already weak processor… Jetfire wondered what exactly mangled his Basic so-
His optics drifted to the chestplate, and his affiliation emblem.
Autobot.
Autobot? Auto- Wh- “AUTOBOT,” the great Con roared the alarm, his optics flashing with anger. This whole time-? He’d been so distracted with structure stability that… Jetfire shuddered, anger wracking his stiff joints, wondering why he hadn’t hesitated in kicking the little spy out the airlock after all.
Still, he was armed and ready, but injured. Without warning, Jetfire shoved the little scout backwards- unfortunately, away from the airlock, but it was the direction he was facing- and readied his own weapons, taking a step forward to loom over him. On one arm, he held his standard weapon blaster, but the other he held a laser cutting tool, usually used for dislodging rock and debris. He powered it up slowly and threateningly, considering that the little bot would’t be much good alive anyway, if he didn’t have the ability to speak…
There was a tense moment as Jetfire gave the scout an unimpressed look. Its not like he would actually shoot him. The penalties of striking your own comrades down were high enough, Still… the tempers of the young usually ran high. Jetfire was generally unconcerned about the situation, but still had the sense not to make any sudden moves. There was a shudder in his upper arm as it struggled to keep the scout aloft any longer- it was time to put him down anyway.
Before relaxing completely, the con defocused to read the text comm being sent to him. The letters were a little strange, but still readable. It took him a moment to fully grasp them. I cannot fly!
He focused back at the scout, relaxing slowly and bending his arms as he prepared to set him down, an incredulous look on his face. A ground alt? What use was that! And for a scout! Well, he couldn’t think of any class that wouldn’t benefit from a flight based alt mode, but this was absurd.
It was the first time the con had actually taken a moment to look at him closely. He supposed he was quite heavy to a flight model. Jetfire could have been convinced that Yellowbot weighed almost as much as he did. Jetfire slowly set the little scout back on his pedes, still gripping him firmly to help keep him from falling. The yellow coloring on his head was dinged and scraped around his head where he’d taken damage… that wouldn’t help his already weak processor… Jetfire wondered what exactly mangled his Basic so-
His optics drifted to the chestplate, and his affiliation emblem.
Autobot.
Autobot? Auto- Wh- “AUTOBOT,” the great Con roared the alarm, his optics flashing with anger. This whole time-? He’d been so distracted with structure stability that… Jetfire shuddered, anger wracking his stiff joints, wondering why he hadn’t hesitated in kicking the little spy out the airlock after all.
Still, he was armed and ready, but injured. Without warning, Jetfire shoved the little scout backwards- unfortunately, away from the airlock, but it was the direction he was facing- and readied his own weapons, taking a step forward to loom over him. On one arm, he held his standard weapon blaster, but the other he held a laser cutting tool, usually used for dislodging rock and debris. He powered it up slowly and threateningly, considering that the little bot would’t be much good alive anyway, if he didn’t have the ability to speak…