'Con most likely to be hit by "friendly" fire.

[Eye-fire]

Eye-Fire gets up and walks up to the stage and stands behind the podium calmly. Someone is out to get him, oh yes. He will find and hurt them later, he now has a somewhat dangerous task at hand.

"My fellow Decepticons, Autobots, Gentleman, ladies and anyone who hasn't wrapped their central processor around pronouns yet. I have been given the honor of presenting an award." He says. He'd add 'dubious' in there, but that might make them suspect something.

"The award is to the Decepticon most likely to be hit by "Friendly" fire." He says as he makes the speech marks around the friendly with his fingers.

"First nominee is Demolisher. A splendid fellow who might try to tone down the amount of collateral damage he tends to generate"

"Second, we have Duskwing, whom I would advise upgrades his optic systems and maybe get a IFF* system installed."

"Third, Sky-Byte. I can only say good luck to whomever chooses to shoot this Decepticon, as my friend Long Range has struck something of a friendship with him."

"Fourth is Starfighter. I can honestly say that any of my comrades who turns on this poor mech is either very bored or not very sporting."

"Fifth is our illustrious leader, whom I highly doubt anyone would even consider targetting, Starscream. Anyone who even thinks about this will be shot. Repeatedly." In other words, please don't kill me for saying your name as a nomination.

"Almost finally, Thrust. Based on my first impressions, yes, I can see how his nomination could come about."

"And finally we have Misfire. My only advice is to seek marksmanship training with either me or Spinister."

Now to hope none of the nominees decide to fire on him and posthumously give him the award.
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OOC Note: IFF= Identification: Friend or Foe system.

[Starscream]

Unlike all the other award ceremonies, Starscream has found a dark corner to conceal himself in. For some reason he's not making his presence known as with other parts of the awards.

His optics aren't even on the stage. The begging of Eye-Fire doesn't even register. He's paying attention to who is here. Who might have voted for him.

[Misfire]

Misfire has been sitting alone for most of the ceremony, nursing the one drink he intended to allow himself. This situation, while obviously not really threatening, is most decidedly odd, and Misfire prefers to keep his wits about him.

Aimless, however, does not seem to have any such desire for clarity, considering he has been drinking at the bar from the word go. Quite soon, Aimless will start rambling about the buildings he designed and how much potential he had. With luck, he'll pass out before he begins expounding upon his opinions on various mechs who may or may not be present.

Misfire tilts his head a bit in confusion a the nomination, "Well, that's a new one. I'd think anyone standing in front of me would actually be most likely to get hit by friendly fire, not myself." He shrugs. "Ah, well."

[Duskwing]

"Hey!" Duskwing looked indignant. "'S not my fault dem Autobums look just like dem other Autoscum."

[Sky-byte]

"Friendly" fire? Sky-Byte's initial inflating at being nominated for yet another reward immediately flattens.

It's with a fierce glare that Sky-Byte scans over the award room, up, down, side-to-side, and any other available ways. Whoever nominated him for this little joke is in for some thanks in the form of shark nibbles. "What in the world is this?!"

Then there's the comment about Long Range being friendly with him. "Is this...true?" Sky-Byte's voice is gruff, puzzled and a little suspicious. He better not be trying to butter up the shark...because Sky-Byte gets buttered up oh-so-easily.

[Long Range]

Long Range straightens up at Sky-Bytes question, he'd been meaning to mix himself a drink and damn if it wasn't hard to bend over without his cannons knocking things over.

"Well, yes. Your head is bolted on straight when it comes to caring about your troops and I can expect and honest answer or a good elbow in the side plating if you disagree." He says. Bets to get this out of the way, even if Sky-Byte won't remember once thier gone from here.

[Eye-fire]

"And now to announce our glorious winner!" Eye-Fire says throwing his one hand up while he puts the other behind his back. Hopefully no one can see or notice, but its his right hand he's put behind his back and he's transformed it into his blaster.

"Everyone please give applause to Demolisher! I have no idea why, but but somebody decided we should all shoot him in the back some day."

"Please, come accept this lovely trophy."

[Sky-byte]

Sky-Byte sags gratefully in his chair. Good. Not him.

But Long Range gets a curious and puzzled peer from the Predacon's vantage point on the table. It might be a good thing that Sky-Byte won't remember this conversation, he wouldn't know what to do! Friendly and appreciative troops? Scourge might as well be doing high-kicks on stage. It's just as believable--except okay maybe not now that friendly and appreciative troops part is true. The Scourge comparison will have to go to something else now.

[Starfighter]

Starfighter fidgets nervously and tries to simultaneously scoot away from everyone else. At least he didn't win, yeah, but someone out there wants to kill him...and that's scaring him immensely. He seemed to be on good terms with Hook and Mixmaster and he tried to keep everyone else from paying attention to him--maybe Duskwing? He'd been rude to him that one time, but Spinister was rude to people too and he tended to shoot them too and he wasn't even on the list.

But what did I do? he wonders. And are they going to try to kill me anyway?

[Demolishor]

Now, Demolishor is not a bright mech. One might, if one was feeling not very generous, call him an utter idiot with self-control problems.

But Demolishor still has certain inclinations towards life and general health, and about the time his name's mentioned he starts taking a few steps towards the back. When Eye-fire encourages the audience to give him applause, he actually breaks into a run for the door.

Well, mostly the door. He takes out a bit of wall in the process. But he was aiming for the door.

OOC: Anyone wanting to actually attempt to shoot him in the back and stop his retreat has about ten seconds to get a shot in, if they wish.

[Eye-fire]

Eye-Fire sighs. If Demolisher had just come up and taken the award, he would at least have been able to use Eye-Fire as a shield if people did start shooting at him. Maybe Eye-Fire would even have pitched in and started helping Demolisher shoot back.

Placing the trophy on the podium in front of him, Eye-Fire transforms into his rifle mode and takes aim at Demolisher. He will give the award to its rightful recipient even if he has to blast their legs off and get someone else to drag them back.

He fires two shots in quick succession. Both at full power and aimed to take Demolisher's legs off. Good thing he won't remember this...

[Duskwing]

"Huh? Why'd Demmy run?" Duskwng says, puzzled at the unfolding events.

Then Eye-Fire fires.

"HEY! Whaddya doin? You forget whose side you on?" Duskwing angrily jumps to his feet.

[Demolishor]

The first shot misses, but the second one catches Demolishor in the area that would be his kneecap if he was human and had proper knees. He stumbles and falls onto his hands and knees, glaring back at Eye-fire over his shoulder. "I didn't even do anything!"

And...Duskwing is defending him? This is new.

[Eye-fire]

"Someone has given me this task to present this ward to you. I feel as compelled to do it as if Starscream himself had ordered me to. Now either you come here and take the award, or I immobolize you and then you accept the award." Eye-Fire says, still pointed straight at Demolisher.