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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Jun 30, 2009 5:24:03 GMT -5
Watching Misfire walk off to the side, Phobia quietly decides it was better to leave it there and try avoiding flier on the battlefield in the future. Proper Decepticon etiquette. And completely contradicting age old programming, but age old programming didn't have a say in how things were done these days.
Now, what did he need to work on?
Phobia walks up to the line, unsubspacing his rifle and looking it over for any damage he'd missed after equally meticulous previous inspections. It'd been a while since he'd been in a sim that allowed for moving targets. All the ranges on Charr only had inanimate rocks, with the occasional unfortunate Decepticon strapped to a brightly colored bullseye.
Hefting the rifle up, the bike steadies his aim and starts the program.
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Post by Wreckage on Jun 30, 2009 23:39:21 GMT -5
Wreckage would be lying if he told anyone that Misfire's retreat from the line does not distract him. The anxious jet seemed so enthusiastic about his practise before. Is he worried he might shoot Phobia accidentally as he did Wreckage? Understandable, supposes the Stryker; Phobia looks far less durable than he. The smaller Decepticon could be genuinely injured by one or two stray shots.
In the end, Misfire's reasons are his own and Wreckage has one last round to finish, so he adjusts his stance, resettles his weight, takes aim again, and gets back to work. If he takes less time to lock on and fire, he has Misfire to thank for that.
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Post by Misfire on Jul 1, 2009 13:53:46 GMT -5
Misfire can usually take the embarrassment better. A few thousand years spent as the brunt of jokes and trying desperately to prove himself worthy of his sigil tends to numb one rather quickly. But it really, really bothers him to have shot Wreckage, and never mind that the big guy doesn't seem to care.
And Aimless...it's so frustrating because Aimless should help, but he doesn't and Misfire still wonders sometime if being picked to be a Targetmaster wasn't Scorponok's idea of a joke.
Misfire sighs, then stands, scooping Aimless up and settling him on his shoulder. he walks slowly down toward Wreckage, stopping a short distance behind and to one side of the Stryker.
"I..really am sorry I shot you. Twice. I hope I didn't disrupt your training too much." Misfire then turns intending to head back outside. Maybe stretch his wings and fly off this funk.
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Jul 1, 2009 17:07:15 GMT -5
There were some things that couldn't be fixed by incessantly firing shots at targets. Unfortunately for Phobia, it was the little voices in the back of his head and after snapping off two shots, the bike stops and shifts slightly to peer at Misfire as the jet turned to go.
There was also the fact that the big alien mech had been shot at. Twice. And apparently unintentionally as well. Since getting killed by friendly fire was not at the top of Phobia's life priorities, the bike quickly speaks up again.
"Ah, sorry for interjecting, but it really isn't too much trouble to try and determine the problem...?" Carefully keeping the tone of his voice neutral, he lowers his gun. "It is usually easier to improve afterwards."
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Post by Wreckage on Jul 1, 2009 21:02:10 GMT -5
Wreckage expected no apology – not after the one Misfire already gave him earlier – so to receive one is odd to him. Before he can acknowledge it, however, Misfire has already turned away to leave. His prerogative, supposes Wreckage, and though he glances after Misfire with the faintest hints of curiosity, he does not pursue the other Decepticon. Does it really matter that much to Misfire that he accidentally struck another soldier?
"…Hn." Such a thing hardly matters among Wreckage's own kind. These blocky, clumsy-looking Decepticons have such peculiarly different yet… sometimes appealing ways. He leaves that thought for another day and goes back to the last few targets.
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Post by Misfire on Jul 2, 2009 22:06:08 GMT -5
Misfore waves away Phobia's concerns. "I appreciate the offer, but after almost 5000 runs through the Academy, more exams than I like to admit, and too many years spent practicing, there isn't anything to find and fix. I just can't shoot worth a damn."
Misfire smiles then, back to his normally cheerful self, "But don't worry! I'm usually flying too high and too fast to hit anyone who isn't in my line of sight!" He tilts his head, a thoughtful look on his face. "You know that's an idea. I could go use the holoroom, practice with aerial targets. Would anyone like...oh...."
He looks from Wreckage to Phobia then back again, "Neither of you really fly, do you?" The way he says it makes it sound like not flying is the saddest thing ever.
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Jul 3, 2009 18:24:04 GMT -5
"That's... a lot of times through the academy." At least the jet's persistance was something to be impressed with. Then Misfire is asking them about flying and that earns a rather odd look from the bike until the red jet remembers ground bounds didn't fly.
"Well, I float but that's about it." Phobia really doesn't mind not flying- in fact, it's a preference. "I'm sure there are other fliers free and willing to join you," he continues. smiling encouragingly. This was the Decepticon faction after all- shortages on fliers were practically unheard of.
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Post by Wreckage on Jul 3, 2009 21:47:35 GMT -5
Wreckage pauses very briefly at Misfire's question; he does not take his optics off the targets, but in that moment, his attention is clearly focused on the other Decepticon.
"Not often," he answers bluntly. While he has been airborne before, he is clumsy with it. Being able to take the form of an aircraft does not immediately impart upon him all the knowledge and skill necessary to handle the mode properly when he has spent his entire life on the ground. "But… I have flown before." And he punctuates this with a short burst from his guns.
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Post by Misfire on Jul 5, 2009 15:34:20 GMT -5
"Wow, really, that;s just...I didn't think...," Misfire trails off, "I'm so sorry."
And the jet sounds like he means it, too. He isn't like some, who have contempt for the ground-bound. But for Misfire, flying is the ultimate escape and joy; his flaws don't show when he flies. Not being built a flier is to be pitied. That Phobia and Wreckage don't envy such an ability, don't want to possess it, never really occurs to Misfire.
Wreckage's comment catches the jet off guard. "Before? But how? Or do you mean you have anti-gravs, like Phobia?"
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Jul 5, 2009 20:39:08 GMT -5
If Phobia hadn't had a long and unfortunate history in psychology he'd be going 'fliers are so weird' right about now. Instead, his reaction to Misfire acting as if he had a terminal illness was to shake his head in slight amusement.
"It's not actually bad." Although he doubts the jet would really understand without a more extensive explanation. Since Phobia wasn't exactly out to reform the current relationship between ground bounds and fliers though, he simply shrugs it off and turns his attention to Wreckage when the stryker speaks up.
Now that was rather interesting. While ground-bound-to-flier (and occasionally vice versa but that was rarer) switches weren't unheard of, switching back and forth was a bit more on the odd side. Ground bounds tended to stay ground bounds, fliers tended to stay fliers and any changes in between were often long term.
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Post by Wreckage on Jul 6, 2009 19:39:57 GMT -5
It seems Wreckage has unintentionally made himself the centre of attention. He expels air from his systems and only once he has put a large mark in the final target does he lower his guns. The tips of his claws scrape across the floor as he turns in place, gaze simply drifting with the motion from Phobia to Misfire.
"I do not have anti-gravs," he answers simply. He tends to forget that Decepticons from other realities seem to have a greater mode affinity. Of course it makes no sense that he would have casually changed secondary modes at some point. He adds as an afterthought more than an explanation, "The change was for… tactical purposes. The battle was being fought in the air and I would not be left out." And still he got nowhere with it. He was foolish to have scanned Skystrike in the first place.
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Post by Misfire on Jul 6, 2009 22:36:24 GMT -5
"Ooooo, you mean you have reformatting tech built into your body specs? That's sweet!" Misfire whistles, then hastily adds, "Not that I have any desire to swap my own mode, no sir. I like not being mistaken for random dot Seeker, thank you very much."
In a sudden fit of madness camaraderie, Misfire reaches out and clasps Wreckage's hand, "Look, you decide to try that again, get tired of being ground bound, you give me a call. I can't shoot, but I can fly, and I can teach flying too!"
Still holding on to Wreckage's hand, Misfire says to Phobia, "But it is! Flying is one of the best recreations ever! Haven't you ever wanted to try it?"
This exchange prompts a very loud mental exclamation from Aimless:
Have you gone bug-freaking-nuts! Does tall, pale and gruesome look like he's the touchy-feely type?!?
Grabbing Wreckage's hand done with permission.
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Jul 7, 2009 6:43:05 GMT -5
And then Misfire has to go touch Wreckage. Phobia casts a slightly nervous glance between the two of them and clutches his rifle just a tad bit closer.
"Ah, let's say I've already had second hand experiences." He murmurs softly to Misfire, preparing himself to run incase Wreckage really, really disliked having his personal space invaded.
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Post by Wreckage on Jul 7, 2009 22:39:35 GMT -5
Wreckage is, in fact, not the touchy-feely sort. He is not particularly fond of suddenly having Misfire clinging to his arm. But he is also not the type to lash out reflexively for something as innocuous as an honest (and oblivious) excess of enthusiasm. Misfire seems to be thrilled with the idea that Wreckage can simply choose to be an aircraft or an ICV. Why he finds this as… joyous as it seems is leagues beyond Wreckage's ken.
This does not mean Wreckage will simply brush off the uninvited contact and he gives Misfire an icy stare, expression deliberately neutral.
"I… will keep that in mind," the Stryker says with little fluctuation in his tone. He means that much; there is value in Misfire's offer. Knowing how to properly utilise a flying mode is not something Wreckage will dismiss out of hand. There is even the slim chance he might have a use for that knowledge at some point. But Misfire grabbed him. "Now. Remove your hand before I do."
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Post by Misfire on Jul 8, 2009 10:15:33 GMT -5
"Eep!"
Misfire comes to his senses about the time Wreckage makes his threat request and drops the Stryker's hand like a hot rock. The jet looks more than a little embarrassed as he absently rubs his neck.
"Ah, sorry. Really. Got a bit carried away. Didn't even think...," he trails off. So not helping.
"At any rate, I'm off to practice some maneuvers, then. See you two around, I guess."
And with that, Misfire makes a rather hasty exit that he hopes doesn't look too awkward, Amiless snickering in his head the whole time.
Yup. Out of thread
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