Ep1 – Conference – Open
Jul 2, 2012 20:20:30 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2012 20:20:30 GMT -5
Normally, Jetfire wouldn’t have taken these sorts of slights. His hand servos clenched against the cane-structure he was using as a support and it took a great deal of effort to keep his power tools from activating right then and there.
…It was just that the insults that Ratbat were shooting at him were cunningly indirect. Violence in the ranks for blatant disrespect was not unheard of… but Ratbat had the twisted mind of a lawyer. There was no way that Jetfire would come out on top in an appeal as to ‘why he shot the coordinator’.
The Seeker seethed, a violent cloud emanating from his EM field. He gritted his dentals and took the blows with whatever pride he could muster. “I see,” he growled darkly. “My assumption had been that your staff was qualified enough to make up for any mistakes, but it was my own mistake to assume even that much, I suppose.” Jetfire could be backhanded too, by Primus.
The Seeker stiffened as he realized he was being scanned. He knew Ratbat was doing is regular energon checks, and would have protested at the rude scan if he didn’t want care so badly. “I’d think you’d just need to take a quick glance with your optics to see I’m running on reserves, Ratbat,” he grumbled. He wiggled his jackhammer support slightly, tapping it with a long finger. “Do you think I’m a tripod? I’m degraded to using a stick to keep upright. I’d be back in stasis by now if this old frame weren’t built of sterner stuff.” He paused, realizing that now wasn’t the time to overestimate his own strength. “I’m built to withstand exhaustion, Ratbat. An explorer-class needs to run efficiently- and I am far past that point.” Now. That was an idea. “You don’t want me taking extra reserves, do you?”
OOC: I can see Ratbat taking this the in the comeplete wrong way. Bahahaa.
…It was just that the insults that Ratbat were shooting at him were cunningly indirect. Violence in the ranks for blatant disrespect was not unheard of… but Ratbat had the twisted mind of a lawyer. There was no way that Jetfire would come out on top in an appeal as to ‘why he shot the coordinator’.
The Seeker seethed, a violent cloud emanating from his EM field. He gritted his dentals and took the blows with whatever pride he could muster. “I see,” he growled darkly. “My assumption had been that your staff was qualified enough to make up for any mistakes, but it was my own mistake to assume even that much, I suppose.” Jetfire could be backhanded too, by Primus.
The Seeker stiffened as he realized he was being scanned. He knew Ratbat was doing is regular energon checks, and would have protested at the rude scan if he didn’t want care so badly. “I’d think you’d just need to take a quick glance with your optics to see I’m running on reserves, Ratbat,” he grumbled. He wiggled his jackhammer support slightly, tapping it with a long finger. “Do you think I’m a tripod? I’m degraded to using a stick to keep upright. I’d be back in stasis by now if this old frame weren’t built of sterner stuff.” He paused, realizing that now wasn’t the time to overestimate his own strength. “I’m built to withstand exhaustion, Ratbat. An explorer-class needs to run efficiently- and I am far past that point.” Now. That was an idea. “You don’t want me taking extra reserves, do you?”
OOC: I can see Ratbat taking this the in the comeplete wrong way. Bahahaa.