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Post by Starscream (Movie) on Dec 30, 2010 18:15:34 GMT -5
The stripy weird-looking one must be Waspinator, and the huge guy is Hellbender, the flyer who got rebuilt as a crawler. Poor fragger.
"And what are we doing now that scares you so much?" Starscream presses, red optics intent on the pastel Seeker.
"If he starts to annoy me, I assure you he'll hear about it, Hellbender. I'm flattered that I'm 'less psychotic than the other one,' by the way," he says somewhat sarcastically. Screamer has heard worse offhanded comments about himself.
"I'm still waiting for you to explain your position, Assault."
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Post by Waspinator on Dec 31, 2010 0:51:58 GMT -5
Waspinator looked down at his drink then back up and shrugged “Iz Coffee-milk, tastez good, should try it.” He took an exaggerated long gulp, hey if it was good for Ruination, it had to be awesome for a technorganic wasp, and it certainly gave him a buzz.
It sounded like the Boss Jet didn’t have a nice word to say to Yellow, Blue or Dark Blue. Ahh it’s good to be green. Still, Assault was his roomie and things were already awkward enough there and Hellbender was a nice enough mech, but a millennia in the stockades falsely convicted of treason had left him with a somewhat rebellious attitude towards authority. “Ease up Boss Jet, gonna fuze a zircuit or something.” Waspinator took another sip from his disgusting organic yet surprisingly delicious drink and found himself a comfortable spot on a couch.
OOC: Just noticed the new ranks for number of posts, Hellbender Prime has a certain ring to it.
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Fleetwind
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The Chancellor, His Eminent Grandeur, Marquis Fleetwind. The Insurgent Subduer of A Non-Threatening Cute Little Furry Kitten
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Post by Fleetwind on Dec 31, 2010 10:00:54 GMT -5
Fleetwind tilts his head and points out, "I've not left yet, sir." Then, after only a brief pause, he adds, "But to be frank, I find that overall, direct attention from those in the highest ranks is rarely beneficial to ones of my station, though I admit that this philosphy was developed while serving in a much larger force than what we've got here. But even so, I find that usually my own purposes are best served by tending to my own business, and letting the officers tend to theirs." He gives a faint shrug that includes his wings.
"Is there a particular purpose my presence requires?" he asks, not yet taking a sip from his cube. It starts to occur to him that maybe he shouldn't have bothered to enter for it, after all.
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Post by Hellbender on Jan 1, 2011 1:28:41 GMT -5
Hellbender is not Shockwave's lapdog. Lapdogs are small, yappy and harmless. Hellbender is none of those things. Hellbender is Shockwave's killer mastiff.
He shrugs at Assault. "Well, Ah said my piece. Ain't my call what you do with it. Seriously."
Hellbender turns his gaze lazily toward the Other Starscream. "Ain't met any Con that was completely sane, 'cept maybe Lord Shockwave. So far, you're stable as a granite mountain compared to the Starscream Ah knew, but Ah ain't seen you in a fight or backed into a corner. So Ah can't say just yet."
And this one doesn't seem to have a fragile ego, either, Hellbender mused. I'm saying things that would have old Screamer throwing an absolute tantrum just from the implications and this one hasn't twitched. Maybe we got lucky this time, like we did with Lord Shockwave.
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Jan 1, 2011 15:55:57 GMT -5
"Ah, yes, apologies milord." The Seeker bows before standing straight again, his drink still in his hand but left untouched by his lip-plates. But oh, he does not back down to Starscream like Thundercracker would. There's even a bit of snark to his voice! "Once again I offer my apologies, because I did not realize that switching tactics must be the same as switching plans!"
That gets a good chuckle out of the blue Seeker before he finally takes a sip from his cube, enjoying the rush of fresh energon starting to flush down his system, and once he speaks the snark is gone once more. "But no. Allow me to explain. A plan is not a straight path. It has alternative routes, all leading to the same end goal, but with different approaches. Let's take a possible but very real scenario; the Autobots launching an attack upon our grand vessel, Ship. There are several ways in which we can defend ourselves and drive them back; using our weapon systems, our shields, meeting the attackers head on with our space-enabled warriors...All one plan, but with different tactics. We know our quarry. We know what they are capable of, what potential resources they have...So we can prepare for it. Switching to plan B would mean a complete change, a shift so radical that it becomes a different beast altogether. Now, this method does allow for less on-the-spot decision making, BUT, the success ratio has been astronomical, for me at least."
Oooh, Waspinator, you just have to go and be a fool, don't you? Assault turns to face him with a disbelieving look, slowly shaking his head. As patient as this Starscream has been, he can't imagine him going easy on the wasp for that.
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Post by Starscream (Movie) on Jan 1, 2011 18:40:03 GMT -5
Starscream turns his head to look at Waspinator, fixing a steely gaze on the technorganic. "My name is Starscream, not 'Boss Jet.' You will address me as Lord. And you have yet to see me in any mood other than perfectly at my ease. Pray you never do," he says, tone low, rising from his chair and stalking toward the ex-Autobot. "I'll let it go this once," he says, raising a single talon, "because we're both new here, and you can't reasonably be expected to understand what I require of you. But if you ever address me in such a disrespectful manner again, you can expect corporal punishment. Do I make myself clear?"
Then Fleetwind speaks and he laughs. It's not an evil overlord kind of laugh, just genuine amusement. "Your honesty is refreshing, Fleetwind. You prefer to keep your head down, which is all well and good. But how can you ever expect to be rewarded for your triumphs if you're never noticed by those in command? But no, you're not required here," the oddly-shaped jetformer says, waving a hand dismissively. "You're free to go, if you wish."
"You'll have your chance to see me in combat soon enough, Hellbender. And Assault? What I said to Waspinator goes for you too. Me asking you to clarify your language does not give you permission to be flippant," he says, resuming his seat. Reclining in the chair like this, it's almost like he's holding court, and the assembled Decepticons are his petitioners. Starscream has to admit, he likes the feeling. Not that he hasn't earned it!
"You and I have different defenitions of 'plan', Assault. This is acceptable."
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Post by Waspinator on Jan 1, 2011 23:01:22 GMT -5
Waspinator could truly empathise with Fleetwind, if only he hadn’t been noticed millennia ago but he had ambition back then, now…, now he didn’t know what he had.
It was almost a pity that Waspinator wasn’t playing games, to do so would imply he had the cpu clock-speed and a balanced processor to realise the hole he was digging might well be six foot deep. Corporal punishment held little real threat to the Wasp, imprisonment was the button that worked but he wasn’t about to tell the self important Lord that. And of course that 'self importance' did nothing to improve Starscream’s standing in Waspinator’s optics. Prime, Major, Magnus, even Minor were all ranks that were earnt, Lord implied master-ship and ownership and nobody owned Waspinator. Though he did owe somebody for just being online.
If this was perfectly at ease, then anything else might just get a circuit fused for him Waspinator mused. Waspinator's own onboard weapons systems were already at hand and always ready. And no one could see them.
“Cryzztal clear”, the expected response, flat and level, no disrespect but nothing else either. Actually calling the grey jet Lord Starscream would prove slightly difficult for Waspinator's damaged processor, simply not referring to Starscream at all would be the easiest solution to Waspinator's personal glitch.
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Post by Fleetwind on Jan 2, 2011 0:38:32 GMT -5
"Every day with wings is reward enough, Lord Starscream," Fleetwind smiles faintly, dipping his head to imply subservience. He does not miss how increasingly tense the room has become, though fortunately that tension seems to be directed towards just about everyone but him.
"And thank you," he adds, before turning and heading towards the door. It's usually best not to be around when people are trying a commander's patience!
Out of thread unless prevented.
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Hellbender
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Post by Hellbender on Jan 2, 2011 10:22:12 GMT -5
Hellbender commandeers a chair, shifts his armor-wing slightly, and sits down, cube in hand. He looks like he plans to make an afternoon of it, lounging over his drink. Perhaps he can learn something about this new, disturbingly confident Starscream. Or even from him.
"Fair 'nough. Ah'm available for input, suh."
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Jan 3, 2011 9:12:34 GMT -5
Why, that is a surprisingly mild response. One that is not entirely directed at Waspinator. Assault is quick to take a bow in apology, "Of course milord", before straightening out and taking another sip from his drink. "Indeed, it is."
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Post by Starscream (Movie) on Jan 3, 2011 21:50:22 GMT -5
Starscream isn't usually quite this even-tempered. But he did just arrived here, and he desperately does not want to be the most Megatron-like of the command staff. If he immediately starts beating on people, he will be.
"Good," he says, nodding at Waspinator, before turning his head to face the big wormformer, one eyeridge raised. "Precisely what input are you offering, Hellbender? Hm, how good are your drills? Can you tunnel through starship hull?"
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Post by Waspinator on Jan 4, 2011 13:01:19 GMT -5
Starship hull? Now that is a very interesting question to be asking, it certainly has Waspinator’s interest. He leans forward a bit quite intent on Hellbender’s answer and to see where such a question might be leading, his antennae perked at attention. He could only think of one starship whose hull might need drilling and it wasn’t the one he was in.
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Post by Hellbender on Jan 5, 2011 20:01:08 GMT -5
Apologies, I forgot Fleetwind was out-of-thread
Hellbender frowned slightly at Starscream's question, then shook his head. "My drills are made for cutting through rock. Ah can handle softer metal--if you mean a thin-skinned atmospheric shuttle like Skyfire, Ah can turn him into mangled scrap--but if you're talking about something with hardened battleship armor, not so much. Tried that on Omega Supreme--couldn't bite."
He passed his cube back and forth between his hands, as if weighing it. "Ah meant input on our troops, and such of the enemy as Ah know about."
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Jan 7, 2011 21:28:52 GMT -5
Waspinator is not the only one who finds that an interesting question. But Assault is a bit disappointed by the answer, though still intrigued. "Hrmn. A pity, but it has interesting possibilities still, would you not agree milord?"
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Post by Starscream (Movie) on Jan 7, 2011 22:06:29 GMT -5
"Interesting possibilities for a ground engagement. Not so much in a space battle," Starscream replies.
"According to the record, you've been in several pitched battles against the Autobots here, Hellbender. What are they like on defense?" he asks. Then, leaning forward, he adds, "Is there something I ought to know about our troops?"
Because if they're any more dysfunctional than the records indicate, Starscream wants to know now, before whichever guy is prone to fits of demonic possession strangles him in his sleep.
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