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Post by Springer on Nov 30, 2009 18:07:59 GMT -5
Springer pulls out his primary rifle, crouching down with Long Haul.
A heavy sigh leaves him. "This... will probably get real ugly, real quick. Blue and purple guy's probably Duskwing - bet he's still sore about blowing his head wide open back on Gillanan." Springer grins a bit. "Guess he didn't learn then."
Hm. He's too far up to shoot properly, but that's what secondary weapon functions are for! A quick switch-flick, and Springer lines up his rifle at Duskwing up in the air. "I don't have any rockets, but I am foreseeing high winds with a chance of rotation!" Springer squeezes the trigger, holding it as his gun spews forth an expanding cyclone into the air at Duskwing.
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Post by Duskwing on Dec 1, 2009 0:07:37 GMT -5
"Huh? Orders? Whaddya--" Duskwing says at Mistwind's plea--and then the jetpack starts thrusting against his dive. "HEY!"
Duskwing pulls his nose up, flattening his dive into a lower-altitude holding pattern, which Mistwind doesn't seem to fight. "Oh.. yeah. Orders. We s'posed to let them start the fighting, right?"
Then the Air Commander AND the Supreme Leader start yelling at him on the radio. "Slag, dis is sucking clouds of clinker ash already!" Duskwing angles back up into a climb, starting to reply on the radio--
// Yeah, I got it under control, sirs. Musta hadda slight control glitch on my elevons when I was gonna for a closer look-see----YIIII! //
Springer's cyclone is attenuated by distance, but the vortex still tosses Duskwing into an involuntary roll. // Slagging piece a' rusted clinker outta the bottom of the ash heap! He just attacked me! I can hit him now, boss? //
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Post by Mistwind on Dec 1, 2009 15:08:27 GMT -5
“Yes, Duskwing Sir” Mistwind slouches back against the seat. He does not meddle in the radio calls, trying to stay out of flak.
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Post by Starscream on Dec 2, 2009 3:47:38 GMT -5
Starscream is not impressed with how he conveniently ignored the part where he clearly said he was going to attack, and clears that much up on broadband as well. When Duskwing asks him if he can attack now, Starscream replies with silence.
Oh well. When life gives you moronic Seekers, make Moronicseekerade. Starscream transforms and lowers himself to the ground, hands outstretched and looking positively aghast.
"Stop, please, Autobots!! Cease your senseless attack on my fellow merchant!"
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Post by Long Haul on Dec 2, 2009 8:42:08 GMT -5
As Starscream lands, Long Haul automatically summons his welder-pistol from subspace, but he doesn't even get as far as aiming it before Starscream speaks, causing the Constructibot to stare in confusion, optic band flickering.
He looks at Starscream, then looks up at Duskwing, then back over at Starscream. Finally, he says, "Wha-?" A pause. "Then whatcha' sellin'?"
Meanwhile, the cops calm down, but they look at each other, confused. Then they look at Springer. It's hard to tell what the insectoid is thinking, but the other's eyes are narrowed suspiciously.
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Post by Springer on Dec 2, 2009 9:59:55 GMT -5
Merchant? Merchant?
Duskwing couldn't sell energon to a starving bot!
Springer rises to his feet, resting his rifle against his shoulder. Not pointed at the seeker, but not put away, either.
He doesn't say anything - he just stares at Starscream with narrowed optics and a scowl. C'mon, flyboy. Give him a reason.
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Post by Duskwing on Dec 2, 2009 14:15:34 GMT -5
The Air Commander was leaving him to figure things out for himself. That never went well. Just about the time Duskwing decided that silence means consent, Starscream landed. In front of the Autobots.
Huh? Duskwing swooped lower, in Starscream's wake. "Merchant?" he mutters to Mistwind. "What the slag? I ain't no-- oh, heyyyy.... I get it!"
// Boss is runnin' a scam, // Duskwing confidently tells Mistwind over their private link as he transforms and drops to the ground slightly behind and to the left of Starscream. He limps slightly, as if Springer's attack twisted a strut or damaged a joint. Extensive practice at creative malingering has made Duskwing passably good at faking injuries.
Belatedly, a thought occurs to him, possibly prompted by Longhaul's question. // Oh yeah, you got any a dose toys of yours? We might gotta 'prove' we're sellin' somethin', an' I like those cool widgets of yours that blow up and stuff. Especially in the other guy's pocket. Gonna take my lead from Screamer, though. Figure he's got a plan. He's a great guy for plans. //
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Post by Mistwind on Dec 2, 2009 15:22:29 GMT -5
//Oh, I get it!// Mistwind always gets trickery! //Eh, I’ve got bombs, but I don’t know, police might not like that, though I still have Screwdriver’s bird and my creature model, Duskwing Sir!//
He clutches Peace the Plush to his chestplate, not to tight to strangle it, but tight enough in a fondlike manner, //Please… pwease, let me out, Duskwing Sir… DD-uskwing. I could help// along his request, his voice twitches and distorts, assumes different manners and dialects in preparation for his release. As the cockpit slides open with a hiss, the small Con drops to the ground, remaining slightly bend-crouched before rising slowly like a sleepy youngling would when woken.
His azure blue optics sparkle, systems leaking the slightest of clear fluid past them to give them just that extra shine most organics associate with that strange emotion called ‘sadness’ or ‘hurt’.
His body language, carefully set and poised, backs up the confused and weary hitch in a simulated breath. Not to vulnerable, but just enough to betray 'got rattled'. "I - I ..... I just wanted to see what was going on... I... I'm sorry!"
-------------------------------------- Duskwing's cockpit controlled with permission
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Post by Starscream on Dec 2, 2009 23:05:59 GMT -5
"I hardly think an assault an appropriate prelude to bartering!" Starscream says, positively hurt.
He turns to the insects. "Officers, my colleagues and I were merely ensuring that the area did not require our assistance before establishing ourselves, when these..." he gestures at the green Autobots, "these thugs opened fire on us the way they carelessly destroyed the homes of your innocent citizens!"
He shoots Duskwing a look, who manages to actually get what Starscream is on about. Lucky for him.
"Who is your superior officer? I wish to press charges."
Of course, after he invented a ruse on the spot, Starscream realizes that trading tech from multiple realities could have its benefits.
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Post by Long Haul on Dec 3, 2009 9:22:23 GMT -5
Long Haul's question - and confusion, had been guenuine, and at Starscream's ongoing ruse, he turns towards Springer and scratches the top of his head.
"Nonna the files on 'em said nothing about no merchants!" he exclaims, compounding negative with negative.
The insectoid cop stares at Mistwind as he emerges from Duskwing's cockpit, one antenna held high, the other laid back. "Did that larger one just give birth?!" he asks the humanoid in his strange, slightly clicking voice. That's how non-egg-layers do it, right?
"No, no!" answers his partner. "Looks like that big one is the little one's ride!" Then he eyes Duskwing and Mistwind warily, adding, "'Least, I hope so!"
The insect switches entirely for clicks and hisses for a moment, then hopes back to the 'robot' side of the vehicle and leans towards Starscream, studying him. He looks over at the rest of those in the area, both Transformer and local, and then at Starscream. On the one hand, anyone calling any citizen of Pz-Zazz 'innocent' is either hopelessly naive or up to something. On the other hand... well, maybe he can get something out of the whole affair. He tilts his head.
"Press charges, huh? You'd better mean against these lugs." That's an important point to clear up, since Starscream is asking for his superior officer. He's not being fingered for not preventing the attack, is he?
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Post by Springer on Dec 3, 2009 13:40:38 GMT -5
Springer glances over at Long Haul, half-frowning. "Well, they're not called 'Decepticons' for nothin', y'know."
Oh... The little one. Turning on the waterworks, eh? You ain't gonna fool Springer. There's 'bots on his side smaller than Mistwind that are pretty darn tough. Surely a Decepticon small-bot is even tougher. Plus, timed with the whole merchants scrap... Springer ain't buyin' it.
Then he smirks at Starscream. "That all depends on where you're doing the bartering. However, like we've told them already - the crash was an accident."
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Post by Duskwing on Dec 3, 2009 22:10:01 GMT -5
Duskwing gapes in awe at Mistwind for a few moments. Slag, but the kid's good! If he'd been anywhere near that good, he'd never have gotten all those extra patrols and grunge jobs for being caught malingering.
...Fortunately, he'd never been caught stealing. Not by anyone important enough to survive. Except for that artist. Duskwing scowled to himself, almost forgetting where he was, but Springer's big, loud, annoying vocalizer sounded off, and Duskwing really, really wished he could just shove an arm-gun in the Wrecker's face and trip the trigger.
...which reminded him that Starscream was RIGHT HERE and was gonna notice it if he forgot his orders again. What was the bug guy saying? Oh yeah. The comments about giving birth vs. providing a ride just rate a blank stare of the 'What the slagging frag?' variety, but the insectoid's question about charges gets a reaction.
"Yeah, against dem lugs," Duskwing says, pointing, which just happens to point an arm-gun in Springer's general direction. "'Specially dat big ugly green guy. He's one of dem psycho violent types. Likes to blow holes in a guy's head just to see the insides, see?"
Assuming a fight hasn't broken out, Duskwing looks at Starscream, his head slightly tilted, and says, deliberately loud enough for the cops to hear, "Boss, you reckon that wreck is worth salvaging? Figure there's some good money in it for somebody."
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Post by Mistwind on Dec 5, 2009 2:40:20 GMT -5
Now that no-one portrays any hostile thoughts, Mistwind’s curiosity takes the upper hand. He glances at the organics, tilting his head slightly, before looking the other way semi-behind the Autobots. His systems pitch a whistle-like sound, and he scurries right through the group to the other side where he can look at Omega past Long Haul. Despite his bravery, he’s steering clear of Springer.
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Post by Starscream on Dec 5, 2009 23:45:15 GMT -5
"Yes, I do mean charges against these Autobots. They were the ones that had the audacity to at us!."
Starscream looks positively aghast at Long Haul, his hand holding his chest in shock. "Files? Have you been snooping on us as well? Well, I'm not surprised your information is inaccurate since you thought you could assault us directly in front of these..." He gestures to the cops, "hard-working lawmen!"
"Oh really," Starscream says flatly to the triple-changer. "And I suppose that my friend getting assaulted was also an accident? Anyone else suffered any 'accidents' at your hand, lately?"
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Post by Long Haul on Dec 7, 2009 8:26:01 GMT -5
"Y'know, he did attack first," the humanoid cop points out to the insect. The humanoid looks faintly annoyed by this - it's hard to tell what the insect thinks. But he's probably thinking that it'll be a lot harder to skim off the top of an arrest as it would a fine.
Dammit.
The insect's antennae droop, and he grumbles, "Yeah, you're right." He leans forward, towards Springer. "Yeah, well, look you. We can't have you running about, firing bad weather at folks, so we're going to have to bring you both in for questioning until we can sort this whole business out. Got it?"
Long Haul's optics flicker a blink as Mistwind seems ready to rush past him towards Omega Supreme. "Hey!" he exclaims. Then Dustwing talks about salvage, and louder, he shouts, "Hey! That ain't no salvage, that's my frie-" and then he cuts off as the cops mentioned bringing him in for questioning.
"Huh?"
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