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Post by Demolishor on May 24, 2007 20:59:27 GMT -5
"What? No. You're crazy."
Demolishor turned to the side and sloshed past Shrapnel, grumbling to himself. "Crazy planet with a crazy person, what next?" he mumbled. He gestured for Shrapnel to follow him.
"Come on, you loony. Let's move."
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Post by Shrapnel on May 24, 2007 21:06:38 GMT -5
Shrapnel looked down at the sludge. It came up to his 'ankles' right now, but he wouldn't be surprised if it got deeper randomly.
On the other hand, if he followed right on Demolishor's heels, the tank would find the holes before he did.
"Coming, coming!" He broke a branch off a tree then trotted after Demolishor. If the tank looked over his shoulder, he'd see the Insecticon sampling the local vegetation.
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Post by Demolishor on May 25, 2007 10:22:12 GMT -5
Demolishor turned his head to make sure Shrapnel was following him as a loyal Decepticon rather than someone who wanted to shoot him in the back. He half-turned back around, tilted his head to the side, and looked back at the Insecticon.
"You, uh, do know that's a tree, right?" He spoke slowly, as if talking to Tidal Wave or a human. "Trees are not food. Fuel is food. Fuel is good, trees are bad."
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on May 25, 2007 11:48:38 GMT -5
//You Autobots are even dumber than I thought if you think I'll believe that. Of course I'm a Decepticon, why else would I be using the Decepticon frequency? Now show yourselves and tell me what you did with the other Decepticons!//
//Going by that line of logic, I’d be Decepticon too seeing as I’m using the slagging Decepticon frequency.// Skystrike answered, a bit more snappishly than she’d intended to. The seeker found that she didn’t really care though, and continued in a slightly more growly tone of voice than before. //And we’d love to show ourselves if we knew where you are. Which, we don’t. And we are the other Decepticons.//
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Post by Shrapnel on May 25, 2007 12:47:25 GMT -5
"Well, this tree is bad, bad." Shrapnel kept right on eating it anyway. "Far too heavy on the protons, protons."
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Post by Demolishor on May 25, 2007 13:42:08 GMT -5
"And a bit heavy on the leaves too." Demolishor tried to grab it out of Shrapnel's hand. Crazy or not, the 'Insecticon' was the only Decepticon he had and he didn't plan on dragging his sorry butt across the swamp because he'd filled his fuel tank with wood pulp.
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Post by Shrapnel on May 26, 2007 21:59:43 GMT -5
The situation just stopped being funny.
Streams of tactical data overlaid Shrapnel's visual display, and suddenly every tree, every shelf of fungus, every waving water-weed stood out starkly. A golden outline surrounded the tank who had just grabbed his lunch - passive targetting.
Range. He needed range. He couldn't take a tank at hand-to-hand. Not without losing some components.
Shrapnel didn't try to tug the tree out of Demolishor's grip. In fact, only the frown that replaced his vanished grin showed any change in his attitude at all. "Let go, go."
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Post by Demolishor on May 26, 2007 22:13:33 GMT -5
That look was making Demolishor vaguely uneasy. He could easily defeat this guy, but the question was whether he wanted to. As long as Shrapnel wasn't actively making himself less useful, an odd habit wasn't something to get into an all-out brawl over.
"Look, crazy guy, you can't actually eat the trees. You'll get a clog in your fuel tank. I'm sayin' this for your own good."
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Post by Shrapnel on May 26, 2007 22:27:00 GMT -5
He needed range. He wanted surprise.
If the tank wouldn't let go when asked, he wouldn't let go at all. So if Shrapnel tugged hard, the tree would crack and splinter and disintegrate in a flurry of leaves. Perfect time to withdraw to a more advantageous position.
Demolishor's words register, but this isn't Bombshell the tank is talking to. Bombshell would have listened.
Shrapnel gives a mighty tug on the tree-
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Post by Demolishor on May 26, 2007 22:34:45 GMT -5
And Demolishor let the tree slip out of his hand, grunting resignedly. It really wasn't worth splitting up the team over a wood fetish--well, the pair. Not with all these Autobots around.
"You know what, have it your way. But if you break down because you shoved too many leaves down your throat, don't come crying to me."
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Post by Shrapnel on May 26, 2007 22:39:38 GMT -5
Shrapnel yelped as he stumbled back, overbalanced, and wound up flat on his back in the muck. "You let go, go!"
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Post by Demolishor on May 26, 2007 23:25:11 GMT -5
"Um...yeah?" Demolishor leaned over him, looking rather amused. "Told you those things were bad for your health."
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Post by Shrapnel on May 27, 2007 17:02:44 GMT -5
"Tanks are bad for my health, health," Shrapnel declared as he got to his feet, tree still firmly in-hand. He stripped one of the branches off and sucked it down, reviewing the radio chatter.
"You shouldn't have told Starscream you have backup, backup."
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Post by Demolishor on May 27, 2007 17:07:46 GMT -5
"Good, don't try to eat me." Demolishor ducked under one of the lower-hanging trees as the pools of mud beneath them began to get deeper again.
"And I didn't tell him how much backup I had. You think I'm gonna let them think I'm helpless, when they've got that many people over there and a way into the Decepticon frequencies?"
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Post by Shrapnel on May 27, 2007 18:00:36 GMT -5
"Decepticons whine too much when I take a nibble, nibble." The deepening mud made Shrapnel use his lifters to air-skate along behind Demolishor.
"Starscream, Dead End, and Hook are Decepticons. So the others probably are, too, too."
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