Duskwing
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"What the slag happened?"
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Post by Duskwing on Jan 29, 2008 15:34:46 GMT -5
Duskwing valiantly tries to pull himself together before it's too late, but the agony in his destroyed right leg, the steady leak from his left leg, his sheared wing, his crumpled other wing, and his many dents prove too much to overcome that fast. He's still shaking his head and trying to get to his hands and knees when Scourge lands on his back.
Duskwing's cockpit shatters as he's smashed into the floor with an angry tanker-truck on top of him. Only the fact that his torso is braced for landing gear keeps it from collapsing completely under the impact. Duskwing is oddly silent; lubricants trickle from various dents and ruptures.
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Post by Sable Conolly on Jan 29, 2008 17:23:26 GMT -5
Scourge ascertains that he landed on Duskwing's back, so he doesn't need to worry about Duskwing clusterbombing his feet. He puts his gun hand on his hip, plasma gun held out jauntily. He twirls his sword arm once and tries to tap the tip of the blade lightly on the back of Duskwing's head.
Casually, Scourge reminds, "As I was saying earlier, to the death or to concession. Do you concede?"
If the answer isn't 'yes', it'll take but a thrust of that sword to push it clean through the Seeker's head.
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Duskwing
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"What the slag happened?"
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Post by Duskwing on Jan 29, 2008 17:49:55 GMT -5
There's a few bursts of static from Duskwing's vocalizer, and then he speaks, his voice hissing and crackling with electrical static. "I'd be real dumb to fight you to the death when I can't even fight!" he says, surly over the static. "So the other thing."
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Post by Sable Conolly on Jan 29, 2008 18:24:09 GMT -5
How quaint of Duskwing. Scourge's voice is clarion as he calls out, seemingly to the ceiling, "Simulation, command override. Authorisation: Scourge. End simulation."
The image around them flickers and sputters, and they are again in the barren room, with the console off to the side. Scourge steps off of Duskwing. He does not offer a hand up, but he does grudgingly cede, "Let's get you a cube."
Duskwing fights passably well, average for a Seeker warrior, as far as Scourge can tell.
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on Jan 29, 2008 19:12:49 GMT -5
Duskwing hesitantly drags himself to his knees, and then to his feet, looking himself over in puzzlement. "Hey! None of dat was real! I never played a video game that re...re--" One hand snatches at the air as Duskwing gropes for the word. "realistic, yeah, dat's the word, before. Not much fun, though. Too one-sided."
His surly glare mellows at the mention of a cube. "I can do dat."
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Post by Sable Conolly on Jan 30, 2008 14:49:44 GMT -5
Scourge just rubs his battlemask with a hand and stares resolutely at the ceiling. What in the blazes did he do to Hook? Then, he shakes his head and paces out of the room, strides long and meter crisp. Scourge remarks coolly, "Too one-sided? I didn't even use my shoulder-mounted rockets or my combat base." He stuck to his sword and his handgun, his lesser weapons! "Word of advice? Do not engage Rodimus Prime."
Time to head off to the energon storage. Scourge did need to establish his dominance, after all; it's a black struck thing. However, he's going to have to life with this guy, so something to take the edge off would seem to be in order.
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on Jan 30, 2008 15:04:29 GMT -5
Duskwing saunters along behind "Yeah, dat's what you sez. But if you'd set it up so I could fly, I bet you'd a' been swearing a lot more." Duskwing had always been a bit overconfident of his own abilities. At the comment about Rodimus Prime, Duskwing stops suddenly and stares at Scourge. "Hey! I'm not that dumb!"
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Post by Sable Conolly on Jan 30, 2008 17:49:43 GMT -5
If Duskwing could fly, one of two things would have happened. Either Duskwing would have flown away, and the simulation would have been called on account of chicken, or Scourge would have shot Duskwing before he got away.
However, the Seeker seems too dim and perhaps also too arrogant to truly register that fact, so Scourge settles on withdraws a flame-painted piece of panel. It's thick and good metal, and it's clearly been rent into by some sort of blade. Scourge explains, "I cut this off Rodimus Prime. Solo."
If Duskwing still thinks the situation would really change much if he had the liberty to move now, aside from adding the option of retreat, in light of that flame-painted panel, he is lacking critical cognitive processes.
But Scourge already thinks he might be.
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on Jan 30, 2008 18:14:11 GMT -5
'Whoa!" Duskwing looks impressed.
He still thinks he could have been a nuisance with hit-and-run attacks, though. He could have flown back and forth, used terrain for cover, and shot and bombed Scourge repeatedly. Yeah. Would have worked...
Then Duskwing remembered that his guns and bombs hadn't hurt Scourge at point-blank range. Scourge had armor like Shockwave or Megatron. He scowls at Scourge, the wall, passers by. It had all been a set-up. Scourge hadn't wanted just a game, he wanted to beat the slag out of Duskwing and rub it in Duskwing's face that he couldn't possibly win, ever. He stopped again, his hands balling up into tight fists.
Slag-sucking, corroded, underclocked repaint of a-- Duskwing activated his vocalizer to tell Scourge just what he thought of the smug, arrogant commando leader, and where he could stick his cube very painfully at high velocity--
And realized he'd be turning down free energon if he did that. That would be really, really stupid! So he shut off his vocalizer and continued following Scourge through the corridors.
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Post by Sable Conolly on Jan 30, 2008 19:20:20 GMT -5
Scourge said he would duel all prospective roommates, part out of a desire to benchmark ability and part out of a desire to establish dominance. He derives no particular satisfaction from humiliating Duskwing. Duskwing is not a rival or an enemy. He is an average Seeker. If Scourge needed to humiliate an average Seeker to feel better about himself, it would say poor things about Scourge.
Besides, if Scourge wanted to humiliate someone, he'd make sure there an audience or at the very least save a tape.
Seems like he has finally managed to shut up the fouol0mouthed little fool. Success! Perhaps they can pass this trip in silence. Then Scourge will need to talk to Hook.
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on Feb 4, 2008 17:06:35 GMT -5
Duskwing continued in silence; he was trying to figure out how to righteously tell Scourge off without forfeiting his free drink. While mulling over this difficult question, he followed Scourge with a puzzled frown on his face. By the time they got there, he still hadn't come up with an answer.
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Post by Sable Conolly on Feb 5, 2008 13:46:19 GMT -5
Scourge types in a code and enters into the energon storage room. He plucks up a cube, looks it over, and hands it over to Duskwing. He then waves his other hand dismissively and notes, "I'll get the report filled out."
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on Feb 5, 2008 21:27:30 GMT -5
Duskwing watched Scourge carefully, but Scourge seemed to deliberately put the bulk of his truck-like body between Duskwing's gaze and the codelock, much to Duskwing's disappointment. However, his puzzled frown faded as he finally realized that now that he had his free drink, he could tell Scourge off!
Then Scourge said something. Duskwing stared blankly at him for several seconds. "What report?"
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Post by Sable Conolly on Feb 5, 2008 22:51:53 GMT -5
Scourge replies, as if everyone knows this, "Oh, the report to log that cube was removed and given to you under my authorization and that it's coming out of my ration. Otherwise, at your next check-up, the medic would note that you've had an extra charge that isn’t dirty and would give you a reaming for filching."
Making sure that Duskwing isn’t in the storeroom and/or is moving out, Scourge exits and will close and lock the door behind him once Duskwing is out (if he entered).
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on Feb 5, 2008 23:01:28 GMT -5
Duskwing follows the truck-former back out and stares at Scourge for a long moment. "Huh. Never had to worry about that slag back home. Lotta guys sup--sup-- What's the damn word?'' He frowns in exasperation. "Uh, added to their rations by scavenging. Waste of fuel to leave it in a dead 'Bot. So if you had extra in your system, no tellin' where it came from, see?"
He tilts his head slightly. "'Course if you was too flush, dey might dock your rations on account of you didn't need it, see? So you didn't wanna go get repairs when you were all topped off."
Duskwing frowns thoughtfully, which looks just like his usual puzzled scowl. "I guess it's good then."
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