Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 17, 2011 23:09:32 GMT -5
I really love the timing of the hits in this post. It says just what it needs to, no more, no less. It makes me feel sympathetic and sick to my gut, and it doesn't relent, and then it throws in just the slightest gleam of humour at the end to lighten things up.
Nightbeat shouts back across the radio at Ultra Magnus, imitating the city commander's tone. //First of all, I'm not judging you based on anyone but you! Taking on a 'Con alone when you've got two teammates with you is stupid! Secondly, regardless of how our rank structures may have worked back home, here you don't outrank me and you don't get to give me orders! So unless Scourge does it for you first, you can just shove your solenoids up your-// His transmission is cut off abruptly as Scourge shoots him in the neck.
Gas starts venting from the wound and the detective lets go of his gun and clamps his hand over the hole, hard, trying to form an air-tight seal. When he does this, there's a horrible cracking noise no-one else can hear.
The photon pistol floats where it is for a moment, spinning slowly.
He hit my air tank, Muzzle says over the link he shares with Nightbeat, sounding rather forced.
I know.
I'm at about 20 percent pressure and falling.
I know.
And I think you just crushed my hips.
I KNOW, Nightbeat replies, fighting what is turning into a truly massive headache as he continues inching his way one-handed toward the hatch. He sincerely hopes Muzzles does not vomit in the suit.
Gas starts venting from the wound and the detective lets go of his gun and clamps his hand over the hole, hard, trying to form an air-tight seal. When he does this, there's a horrible cracking noise no-one else can hear.
The photon pistol floats where it is for a moment, spinning slowly.
He hit my air tank, Muzzle says over the link he shares with Nightbeat, sounding rather forced.
I know.
I'm at about 20 percent pressure and falling.
I know.
And I think you just crushed my hips.
I KNOW, Nightbeat replies, fighting what is turning into a truly massive headache as he continues inching his way one-handed toward the hatch. He sincerely hopes Muzzles does not vomit in the suit.
