Slugslinger
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Post by Slugslinger on Jul 19, 2011 6:29:34 GMT -5
"Nobody cared about 'em yet," Slugslinger grumbles, crossing his arms. His head crests can't lay back to fit his sullen air, but they would right now if they could. It's true; he'd like to think his repellent behaviour has kept the medical types at arm's length so they can't poke his right optic too much. He certainly isn't letting them at it just to suit Duskwing's stupid plan. He can easily lie about something completely unrelated.
Maybe his hip, he thinks as he peers in after Duskwing without following him in immediately. It has felt like there's a bit of a burr in the rotator lately.
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on Jul 23, 2011 16:47:15 GMT -5
Apparently, no one is minding the store phat lewt spare parts closet. Dusking glances all around, just in case.
"Looks clear," he says in a hoarse whisper. "Come on!"
The dark blue robot darts forward, crossing the room full of empty slabs to the waiting door in just a few moments. The door is closed; Duskwing taps the control panel hopefully, but it's also locked. Just because no one's on guard at the moment and Engineering is primarily staffed by mad scientists, that doesn't mean they are entirely forgetful of the innocent, honest nature of the rest of the Decepticons.
"Slag, gotta do this the hard way. You know how to open locks the quick way?" the Seeker asks.
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Slugslinger
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Post by Slugslinger on Jul 28, 2011 7:36:54 GMT -5
"The quick way?" Slugslinger asks, plodding up behind Duskwing with none of the same discretionary air. After all, Duskwing already pointed out the coast is clear! Slugslinger eyes the door, then the lock, putting on a face like he's really thinking about it. And that thought process is a strain. He rubs his chin as he thinks, because that's what people do when deep in rapt contemplation.
Finally, his constipated look brightens and his shoulder vanes stand up again from their tilted-forward slump.
"Oh, right," he pronounces. Then he turns a questioning look to Duskwing, only to shrug and point one electrostatic gun at the door's control panel, adding, "Well, if you say so…."
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Post by Duskwing on Jul 28, 2011 17:19:43 GMT -5
Duskwing scowls at Slugslinger. Is this guy an idiot?
"No, dude, I did not say 'Can youse blow up the lock?' I could do dat, if I wanted to. I mean, can you do fancy stuff wit' locks dat makes 'em open up like nothin? You know, like Frenzy does." He stares at Slugslinger. "'Cause we do NOT want to be leavin' a trail of broken stuff. Dat dross torques off Hook, and you do not want to torque off Hook. Even if he ain't here. You still don't want to."
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Slugslinger
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Post by Slugslinger on Jul 29, 2011 7:20:59 GMT -5
Duskwing's scowl gets a scathing look of disbelief and annoyance right back and Slugslinger lowers his arm like all the control to it was just cut, letting it smack back against his side. Yes, he's an idiot – so to speak – and now he's an angry idiot.
"You asked for the quick way," he says, jutting his chin forward. "I only know the one quick way, dross for brains. Here's an idea! How 'bout you be a little clearer next time?" He steps back and crosses his arms high on his chest with his stance braced wide, belligerent rather than relaxed in posture. "You wanna pick it, go find somebody who does that stuff."
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on Jul 29, 2011 11:49:08 GMT -5
Duskwing hunched over to examine the keypad from optic level; it's one of the ones he was dragooned into helping install all over Ship back when it was being built.
(Along with running wires, holding girders in place, holding up walls, and anything else Hook might entrust a 'strong back, weak mind' to. And by 'helping install', we mean 'hold this box here--DON'T TURN IT AROUND YOU IDIOT--and don't move your fingers'. Hook only had to unweld Duskwing from the door twice before the Seeker learned to pay attention to his directions. Surprisingly, this represented a better than average learning curve for Hook's assistants in those days.)
He was about to admit that he just might know which wires to cut to surgically unlock the door when Slugslinger came up with a bunch of attitude and torqued the Seeker up.
Duskwing straightened up, put his wings back and glared at Slugslinger. "Who you callin' 'dross for brains'? Listen, glitch-head, I ain't the genius that just suggested blowing holes in the fraggin' door! If you can't figure out why dat's a bad idea, I don't think I wanna do no 'splorin' with you. Youse gonna get us both in the smelter if you got dat much dross in your CPU!"
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Post by Slugslinger on Aug 2, 2011 6:36:14 GMT -5
"You're the one who said the quick way." Privately, Slugslinger has to marvel at Duskwing's sheer density; actually picking or hacking a lock takes a whole lot longer than just shooting it. No wonder he hasn't been shot at (yet, adds that cautionary voice), thinks Slugslinger, if this is the level of stupidity and incompetence they're used to around here. He might actually have to try harder for his share. He adds, dismissive, as if abruptly bored by Duskwing's inability to grasp why the bi-jet's way makes sense, "Ain't my fault that's what you asked for. I got better things to do than go along on a scavenger hunt for spare parts and get yelled at when I do what you ask me to do."
He pauses, thinking about it. There's security footage. He won't get off light. But it'll be worth it to see Duskwing's reaction, and he can always just point out the numbskull egged him on. With a belligerent look on his face but a malicious grin in his spark, he aims and fires on the door where it should, assuming the door isn't especially reinforced, sever the locking mechanism.
"Have fun," he snaps with a surplus of sarcasm as he turns to leave Duskwing to it.
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on Aug 2, 2011 18:31:14 GMT -5
"Hey! I tole you not to do dat!" Duskwing snarled. "Just how underclocked are you? Dere's ways to do this, and dere's ways NOT to do dis, and you picked the NOT way. Stupid fragger, I was still casin' the joint!"
He stomps away from the storage room door, wings flexed back and quivering. "Bet youse didn't spot the cameras, huh? Just went ahead and shot t'ings up wit'out covering yourself. Moron. Underclocked, glitch-headed rust scale wit' shock-fried CPUs, bein' an Empty would be a slaggin' upgrade for youse! Get away from me, youse a Mayhem-targetting accident waitin' to happen and I don't wanna be near you when it does!"
Duskwing tries to shove past Slugslinger in his hurry to be first out the door of the repair bay. Slugslinger is so not on his list of "Potential Partners for Requisition Operations". Neither is Rampage. Back to the recruiting board, so to speak.
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Slugslinger
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Post by Slugslinger on Aug 3, 2011 6:43:18 GMT -5
There'll be no rushing out of the room if Slugslinger has anything to say about it, stalking out at a slow trudging pace with his arms out at angles and stiff, wings unfolded and vanes spread to their maximum reach. Of course, it's just to see what else Duskwing will do, because Slugslinger finds his reaction priceless. Irritatingly dense, but priceless. The cameras, he decides, aren't too worrisome. Duskwing is pretty clearly leading the expedition on the tapes.
Well, it's good for Slugslinger, anyway.
"Quit pushin'!" he snarls right back and braces against Duskwing, even pushing in his turn. "You asked for the quick way, now you're yelling at me for doing what you said. No wonder you asked me on this stupid trip. Nobody else wants to help a sorry scrapheap who goes all rage-case when they do!" Only once he reaches the door does he throw up his hands, adding with a little extra fury, "I'm outta here! Go find yourself somebody else to kick around!" And given that he's halfway into the corridor, his shouting might even be loud enough to attract attention.
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on Aug 15, 2011 18:59:12 GMT -5
Duskwing snarls, "Thought you had the right kind 'a moxie, but you just ain't got it. Youse the sorry scrapheap, not me! AN' I WILL!"
Disappointment makes Duskwing angry. Slugslinger could have been a partner, someone to rely on, but the walleyed jet just doesn't give a slag. He puts his head down and charges forward, intent on knocking Slugslinger on his aft out into the corridor.
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Slugslinger
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Post by Slugslinger on Aug 18, 2011 9:57:30 GMT -5
"And one more thing," Slugslinger starts to say as Duskwing moves to rush him, turning with one arm upraised, index finger extended in an angry gesture. He comes up short, blinking, when the other jet barges onward, clipping his other arm on his way past. He staggers, the blow throwing him off balance, but manages to remain upright and stares after Duskwing, incredulous. If anyone asks, Slugslinger won't know whether to say he did it on purpose or if it was a fluke.
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on Sept 6, 2011 21:49:58 GMT -5
For his part, Duskwing, with his head down, registers the satisfying 'clang', but realizes about the time he runs headfirst into the opposite wall of the corridor that it was a bit light. There should have been an impact, and a huge clatter and crash of Slugslinger hitting the floor.
CLANG! Duskwing firmly headbutts the wall and steps back, raising his head and shaking it as if to reset his gyros. "Hey!" He turns to glare at Slugslinger. "Hey!"
--- Oops, sorry about leaving this hang for so long! I lost track of it.
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Slugslinger
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Post by Slugslinger on Sept 9, 2011 10:37:45 GMT -5
"Hey what?" Slugslinger demands with both sides of his mouth drawn into a furious grimace, squaring off at Duskwing and blustering up to full display. "You just tried to hit me! What's the big wire-splitting idea, huh?"
OOC: No worries.
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Post by Crankcase on Oct 8, 2011 19:00:48 GMT -5
Crankcase is an inquisitive sort, to some degree; he's also puzzled by the sound of weapons fire without a subsequent response from security. And now an argument, echoing back to him through the corridor. He turns a questioning look on the noise and follows it on quiet feet. The altercation itself, when he rounds the corner and finds it, brings him up so short that his dreads swing forward and clatter back to his chest. He's torn between stepping in – this is ridiculous – and following his usual policy of not getting involved.
"What," he blurts out instead, the single syllable broken and harsh. The middle ground had always worked best for him anyway.
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on Oct 23, 2011 20:56:36 GMT -5
Duskwing continues to glare furiously at Slugslinger. "Don't block the fract'd door, glitch-head! People what ain't you just might wanna go through it, and youse a lousy gate."
He slews his head around with a whirr of servos to glare at the newcomer. "What? You got a problem?"
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