Misfire
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Post by Misfire on Jun 13, 2008 17:40:11 GMT -5
There is a jet at the edge of the edge of the gathering, quietly sipping on a cube and attempting to not call too much attention to himself. Misfire wasn't involved in the attack which sparked this celebration, having been one of those chosen to stay behind and keep an eye on the base originally. That had rankled, but orders are orders. And now he was here, having been told to "go and be sociable."
Giving the gathering a good once over, Misfire pays particular attention to the other fliers. Since he missed the battle, Misfire also missed any exhibitions of skill, and he can't help wondering just how good his fellow Decepticons- and these Autobot allies- are in the air.
Of course, with high-grade available and egos aplenty, he might get a chance to find out.
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Fleetwind
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Post by Fleetwind on Jun 13, 2008 18:16:40 GMT -5
Misfire isn't the only jet who's hanging on the edges of the gathering, avoiding drawing attention to himself, and if Misfire's been watching the other fliers, he'll no doubt be aware of that.
The yellow Seeker, who had proven himself in the battle by choosing to outsmart the Aerialbot he could not outfly, is also staying out of the way, but sometimes there are only so many out of the way places to stay, and his own out of the way spot is rapidly closing on Misfire's.
Ah, well, might as well be sociable.
The Seeker dips his head and says softly, "Erm, Misfire, isn't it?"
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Misfire
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Post by Misfire on Jun 13, 2008 22:32:13 GMT -5
Misfire nods in return, voice not quite as soft, "Yes. And you are Fleetwind, correct?"
So, one magenta and purple jet, and one pastel yellow and white jet are both attempting to be unobtrusive and yet not completely anti-social. Misfire, of course, has the added handicap of a gun with chronic foot-in-mouth disease. However, Aimless has been remarkably quiet. That creepy Prime bothers the Nebulan as much as he bothers Misfire.
Misfire sips from his cube, then gives Fleetwind a considering glance. "You're supposed to be pretty good in the air, if what I've heard is true. How did it go for you?"
It, of course, being the battle.
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on Jun 13, 2008 22:33:32 GMT -5
Duskwing thought he'd found an isolated corner, damn it! It wasn't his fault it was full by the time he got there. Avoiding the wrong people took time and effort.
As it is, he was so busy looking over his shoulder a certain yellow Autobot that he nearly plowed into Misfire's back. "Hey! Watch where you're goin'!"
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Fleetwind
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Post by Fleetwind on Jun 14, 2008 23:15:54 GMT -5
When Misfire asks how Fleetwind did in the battle, the Seeker shrugs. "The Aerialbot is agile and skilled, but his young mind is not very devious," he says in answer to Misfire's question. In other words? Fleetwind spent his time out-thinking Slingshot when he figured out he couldn't out-fly him.
The pastel Seeker tilts his head faintly as Duskwing nearly plows into Misfire's back. He ponders pointing out that Misfire wasn't going anywhere - he had been just standing there - when he decides for something less direct.
"Problem, Duskwing?" he asks.
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Misfire
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Post by Misfire on Jun 15, 2008 13:24:36 GMT -5
Misfire nods and gives Fleetwind a thoughtful glance. The jet opens his mouth to speak when Duskwing almost backs into him- and then attempts to hide the error behind pointless belligerence. Misfire gives Duskwing a slight smile, addressing him with a tone that never wavers from polite blandness.
"I will most certainly watch where I am going- when I am moving. However, since it was you who almost ran into me, perhaps taking your own advice might be prudent. Of course, it has already been proven that your own powers of observation are lacking, so perhaps I ask too much."
Not being present from the battle did not, you see, mean that the interceptor jet had been left completely out of the loop. He does, after all, possess a working radio, and was paying attention to the broadband chatter the entire time.
Misfire turns back toward Fleetwind, hoping to this time to actually get his question out, "Are you lucky enough to be from the reality with the robot mode flight? I envy that ability, what could be done with it," Misfire takes a sip from his cube, " I think once things have been settled, I might inquire about an upgrade."
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on Jun 15, 2008 21:20:56 GMT -5
Duskwing scowled at Misfire as he tried to puzzle out what the slag he was saying. It sounded suspiciously like he was insulting the dark blue jet, but hiding it in fancy words. Baleful red optics narrowed angrily.
"Yeah?? Well--"
Duskwing blinked as Misfire turned away and kept talking--then he heard what Misfire was talking about.
"Uh, the new lifters? They're really cool! Lots easier to do ma--man--uh, stunts in robot mode--none of this balancing on your two boots slag!" Duskwing said excitedly, rapidly shifting mood--Misfire had brought up one of the few good things to happen to him lately, and whatever had been added to the energon was not helping his typically minuscule attention span.
"Listen, all you gotta do is file the request wit' Hook an' he'll schedule you when he's not busy." The jet was all but bouncing on his boot-thrusters and grinned gleefully. "Just don't slag him off, 'course."
"Oh, hey, Fleet! Nice one you pulled on dat Aerialbum. Wish da guys on the guns had been dat dumb." Duskwing rubbed his recently straightened nose in emphasis.
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Fleetwind
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Post by Fleetwind on Jun 15, 2008 22:19:09 GMT -5
"Oh, yes, I'm from that reality, and I'll agree-" and then Duskwing starts on about how he loves the anti-gravs.
He chuckles at Duskwing's enthusiasm. It's interesting, seeing someone so happy withsomething that usually gets taken for granted.
"Actually, for me the strange thing is meeting Decepticons who don't have them. And, er, thank you, Duskwing."
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Misfire
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Post by Misfire on Jun 16, 2008 10:23:41 GMT -5
Misfire also chuckles slightly then says to Duskwing, "That's good information, friend, excellent even. I'll be sure to put in that request, but not just now. Something tells me things are going to get too busy around here for us to be worrying over such things."
"So, what kinds of maneuvers can you pull off with those?" he asks both Fleetwind and Duskwing.
He takes another sip from his cube, now about half empty, then swishes it around, sighs and murmurs "Now the big question is what was added to these drinks, and by whom, since I should not be feeling slightly buzzed off half a cube of high-grade."
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on Jun 16, 2008 18:54:51 GMT -5
Duskwing pondered Misfire's question for a bit. What could he do with them, anyway?
"Well, dere's the launch-and-transform thing--you can do dat straight from the ground, don't gotta take off on your jet wheels, don't gotta wait until you're high enough to fall while you transform," Duskwing said slowly. "An' you can hover wit'out balancing on your boot-jets--so youse is sneakier. Less noise, see?"
"I just got 'em, so I'm still seeing what I can do wit' 'em. Bet Fleet here knows all kinda fancy stuff--he's been doing this like forever, and he's good." Duskwing jerked a thumb in Fleetwind's direction.
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Fleetwind
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Post by Fleetwind on Jun 16, 2008 20:11:11 GMT -5
Aaaaand the attention is back on Fleetwind.
The Seeker dips his head in a nod, explaining, "Yes, the lifters increase one's available options. A Transformer's size, shape, and sometimes even mass can change drastically when transforming, allowing someone in robot mode to slip through places that someone in vehicle mode can't, or maneuver around things. Seekers, at least, are also designed to use the lifters in vehicle mode, meaning we can hover, even if we've taken the form of jets that don't normally have VTOL.
"Going robot mode suddenly mid-flight also acts as a sudden airbrake, and if you're agile enough, can allow for quick turn-arounds, or even a fast reversal of a nosedive. Lead a 'bot towards the ground or some wall, transform, spring back at them. The trick tends to only work on the same 'Bot once, but that's better than nothing."
Fleetwind frowns, knits his brow, and considers. "There's also transforming in close air to air combat and suddenly either dropping on an opponent or diving towards them, but stunts like that tend to take a lot of practice." He shrugs at both the others. "Really, the limit is your imagination. And your lifespan. I've... spent the better part of the last few million years practicing how to best make use of my transformation and anti-gravs in flight. I'll teach what I can, but some things just take time and experience."
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Misfire
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Post by Misfire on Jun 17, 2008 9:39:04 GMT -5
Misfire nods almost distractedly as Fleetwind talks. It is not that he finds the conversation or company boring, but that as Fleetwind describes the maneuvers, Misfire is doing calculations in his own mind- timing, mass, agility, skill. He is comparing his own build to the Seeker build, advantages, disadvantages.
"Aerial maneuvers are not a problem for me. I have my own bag if tricks, as it were, and I learn fast." No smugness there, more like he's just stating fact. Misfire smiles a bit wryly, "Have to be good at something, to make up for the other lack; wouldn't still be around otherwise."
Misfire finishes off his cube, then says, "If you're willing to open school, I'll attend."
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Post by Duskwing on Jun 17, 2008 18:53:08 GMT -5
Duskwing gave Fleetwind a faintly puzzled smile as he worked his way through what all the yellow Seeker said. It was a change from his usual puzzled scowl, but he thought he liked what he was hearing...
He grinned again as comprehension worked its way through his CPU. "Oh yeah, I done that when I was fighting dat fake Slingshot and the little guy! Transformed on him when he grappled me, see, and yanked him up close and shot him. Lots. Dat was back before we was allies, see. Before I got these new lifters. It's lots trickier to do dat stuff wit'out dem lifters--gotta balance on your thrusters when dem guys is shooting the slag outta you, and if you lose a lifter--whoops!"
Duskwing gestured violently, waving his energon cube around to emphasize his point; unfortunately, the liquid in the cube didn't necessarily follow the cube's acrobatic maneuvers...
"Anyway, I wanna do that, too. Learn how to use the lifters better. Wanna see what you can do wit' 'em dat I ain't thought of yet."
--- Innocent--or guilty--bystanders may have been splashed by stray booze, as you wish.
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Post by Fleetwind on Jun 17, 2008 22:31:30 GMT -5
Fleetwind has students?
The Seeker wipes off some of the energon that's just been splashed onto his face, then automatically puts his finger into his mouth.
"I suppose I could try to teach," he says after he removes his finger. "Jetstorm, also, expressed an interest in learning from me." So many students! How very odd! "Once things have... calmed down a bit," into whatever default they'll be calming into - Fleetwind has his doubts that the default will be 'total victory for the Decepticons, "I can see about finding some time for some classes."
He looks at the others, then takes a sip from his own cube, considering. "Group classes probably wouldn't be too frequent, because we'd have to find time for one-on-one training as well."
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Misfire
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Post by Misfire on Jun 18, 2008 11:42:21 GMT -5
Misfire just shakes his head when Duskwing's exuberance leads to a bit of a mess. As Misfire wipes away energon from his chest, Aimless hops down from Misfire's side, transforming and landing in a graceless heap. He looks up at Misfire, "This is about as interesting as watching paint dry. I'm gonna go poke around. Maybe I'll get lucky and find the remains of a liqueur store around here. It's not fair you guys get to booze it up and we don't. 'Sides- those Autobots creep me out." With that, Aimless starts to wander off.
"Aimless, I don't think...," Misfire stops, then sighs. Arguing won't do a bit of good, not with Aimless in this kind of mood. "Never mind, just watch yourself." Aimless waves back and mutters, "Yeah, yeah," before disappearing into the darkness.
"Sorry about that," Misfire says to both Duskwing and Fleetwind, before idly sucking the spilled energon off his fingers.
"Jetstorm?" he asks, "The tiny, blue, melodramatic one?" Misfire cocks his head, "Well, that should be interesting, at least. And one on one training makes sense, though I imagine there are some pretty nifty group maneuvers which can be done as well."
Misfire turns to Duskwing, "I haven't gotten the chance to ask you, how did you fare in the battle- and afterwards?"
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