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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Mar 15, 2011 21:03:31 GMT -5
Impactor acted because his instinct is, 'Get other Autobots out of the line of fire if it's reasonable to do so.' He just nods as Impactor explains things, and frowns as he hears a noise from around the next corner.
It's not the cricket.
"Good. Keep it up," he says. Talking of the good job?
No, the forcefield.
Several drones fly overhead. They go right past the Autobots, however - apparently nothing about them triggers the drones' sensors.
"Hnh," he grunts as they fly past.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Mar 15, 2011 21:21:41 GMT -5
"They're exhaust-seekers," Sentinel Prime says aloud, although Impactor probably also knows that. "Meant to target alternate modes."
He does keep his shield up, cast over the both of them. It crackles and hisses where it hits the duct walls. Emboldened by his mobile cover, he tries to press forward.
Sentinel Prime thinks out loud, "So if that report was right, next up should be-"
-acid bats!
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Mar 16, 2011 18:29:33 GMT -5
Impactor doesn't react to Sentinel's explanations. After all, where he's from, even dour, 'quiet' types are prone to expositioning from time to time. At least with Sentinel there, Impactor gets to let someone else handle it.
He shifts to his knees and brings the cannon on his shoulder into alignment as the bats spray acid at the shield.
"On my mark," he tells Sentinel, waiting behind the Prime's force field for a good moment to get in a strike without receiving a face-full of acid in return.
"Now!" he shouts, and fires, assuming Sentinel knows what Impactor needs him to do.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Mar 16, 2011 19:23:11 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime can be the designated loudmouth if Impactor wants to teetotal on the verbiage.
He's familiar enough with the tactic of 'hold up shield, then shrink shield enough such that other guy can spring out from behind shield and whomp enemy', and he rolls with a variant of that right now. The shield shrinks down to just its circular form, barely enough to cover Sentinel Prime, but Impactor should have a clear go at bat, er, at the bats.
Sentinel Prime does ask, worried, "Won't engineering be angry if we break their bats?"
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Mar 16, 2011 20:53:46 GMT -5
Impactor fires multiple shots, taking the bats out. "Probably," he says when he's done. "Should have built in better Autobot recognition code." Not that Impactor wears a symbol. But still. He's in the database.
"That should be the last of them," he adds, though he doesn't let his guard down as he starts creeping forward once more, returning to stalking the cricket.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Mar 16, 2011 21:24:20 GMT -5
Cannons are sort of handy. Don't have to worry about bouncing a shield just so and then catching it again and worry about catching it wrong and getting a spike through one's hand... and cannons are traditional for other-dimensional Autobots, anyway, so it's not even all that disgraceful or controversial.
Engineering is still going to chew them out for breaking their bats. He sighs and says, resigned, "I'll write the damages report. I'm on pretty good terms with Botanica and Perceptor." Not a lie! Not even exaggeration! Sucking up to nerds works, apparently.
Then, suddenly, there are electricified tentacles twining all around him like eels and reaching for Impactor, too!
Sentinel Prime grimaces and complains, "What the? These weren't in the report!" He's not even mad that he's getting felt up by evil tentacles, no. He's furious the report didn't mention them! What a shocking oversight!
"Hold still," he directs Impactor and shnks out the spikes on his shield, cutting himself free and then aiming to the do the same for Impactor. If the tentacles weren't in the report, engineering cannot reasonably be angry at him for destroying them!
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Mar 17, 2011 11:40:30 GMT -5
Impactor remains still long enough to let Sentinel Prime cut him free, then twists to grab an intact one still reaching for him and yank it from the wall. The move disables several others in the same move.
"Could be that it just wasn't included in the version for our clearance level, but that'd be pretty stupid. Folks have to be able to get down here for maintenance. Or cricket hunting.
He ducks, letting another tentacle lash over his head, and twists to stab his harpoon into it. Then he pulls, uprooting yet another one from the wall.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Mar 17, 2011 18:02:42 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime's beautiful blue frame is accumulating ugly electrical burns all over it from the shocking tentacles, and he's definitely tingly-numb-hurty all over. He complains, "Stupid undocumented tentacles!"
Despite his complaining, he does work efficiently and effectively, slicing tentacles with the spikes of his shield. Sentinel Prime watches Impactor harpoon a tentacle, but hitting a thin, wriggling object with his lance tip... Sentinel Prime is not sure he's up to that level of talent, in the privacy of his own head. Decepticons are usually huge! Even their wrists are bigger than these tentacles. Why would be ever need to lance something so small?
Because medical thought it was a good idea to include electrified tentacles in the security system. Of course.
And then crickets are even smaller.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Mar 17, 2011 19:56:34 GMT -5
The electrical burns don't even stand out on Impactor. Even when he's recently repaired he starts falling apart so quickly that it makes no never mind.
Impactor blasts another of the tentacles, then a movement... a small movement... catches his attention.
It would take a moment's work to spear the thing. Instead, he jerks his head towards the thing, shouting, "Sentinel!"
Let's see blue boy take the thing down before it chirrups.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Mar 17, 2011 20:16:17 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime looks over in the direction Impactor is looking even before his name is shouted, but he looks extra-hard when it is.
Oh slag, it's a cricket!
He slams his shield down on top of the thing in a display of massive overkill that completely flattens the poor little cricket and leaves a dent in the duct. Sentinel Prime looks visibly relieved when it's smashed and asks, "Do we have a count for how many more we're hunting?"
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Mar 18, 2011 19:59:06 GMT -5
Impactor has no problem with overkill. Impactor can respect overkill. Impactor understands overkill.
Impactor did found the Wreckers, after all.
He shakes his head. "We never got a count on how many of the blasted things there were on the ship to begin with. That accounts for all the things sensors were saying seemed to be down here, though. At least before one of those chirps knocked 'em offline."
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Mar 19, 2011 22:40:40 GMT -5
"We'd better do a twice-over to be sure before we declare this sector clear," Sentinel Prime suggests wearily. A job has to be done properly. Sloppiness is intolerable.
He glances back over his shoulder, looking at Impactor and biting his tongue. How does he want to put this? Bluntness is probably the best way to go, given what little Sentinel Prime knows of Impactor.
"Show me some pointwork tricks sometime? I'll owe you a favour."
It's a good thing the Fair Folk aren't prominent in the Transformers mythos, or Sentinel Prime would owe his firstborn protoform to seven different fae by now, the way he bargains.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Mar 20, 2011 10:21:46 GMT -5
"Agreed," answers Impactor when Sentinel suggests a twice-over. What? Sentinel was expecting agreement, right? The fact is, Impactor doesn't care one whit about 'sloppiness,' but the fact is, they don't know how many bugs they've got in the system, but loose ones can cause all sorts of havoc. As if to demonstrate this, Impactor points down an attaching duct at a damaged panel - possibly the control panel for the security systems that went wild.
At Sentinel's request, Impactor shrugs. "I'd have a hard time caring less about 'favors,' but I'd just as soon have anyone out on the battlefield with me as trained as reasonable." Sometimes, you have to rush to the field with untrained and untested troops. That's not preferred.
OOC: Heading for wrap?
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Mar 20, 2011 20:53:52 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime usually expects agreement. After all, he's always right. However, some people just cannot grasp the truth of his concepts and require some re-education, and oh, hey, cool, Impactor agreed with him. Impactor is just racking up points left and right today!
He looks at Impactor suspiciously when Impactor claims he doesn't care about favours. Nothing is ever free. Everyone wants something. However, Sentinel Prime doesn't push it. This is already going to come back to bite him in the aft, anyway. He replies, "That is a, 'Yes,' then. Excellent!"
OOC: Okay!
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