Swerve-3
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Maintain the Light
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Post by Swerve-3 on Apr 13, 2008 20:58:32 GMT -5
His shoulder aches miserably by the time "Kup" is done with it, pain sensors throbbing and damage readouts repeatedly popping up, and still, Swerve can't budge so much as a finger or make a single sound that approximates speech. This concoction tainting his fuel has to be something of Perceptor's; who else but the scientist would create something to rob movement while leaving sensation unaffected?
So Swerve is helpless. And helplessly frustrated with himself. He let down his guard, he panicked, and now… now he's being carted off like some hunting prize. To the Prime. And he can't do anything about it because he's completely botched everything. No-one can hear it, but he's cursing himself soundly. He even throws in a few for Mirage, glaring daggers at the miserable backside view as the hound slings him over a shoulder and some bit of Mirage's assembly digs into his midsection, setting off further flares of pain. Fitting that the constable's temper starts rearing its ugly head only when it's completely impotent. He needs to get it back under control and keep it there somehow, or more of this and worse lies ahead for him. He'd shudder at the thought of being in the Prime's company again if he could. And after promising Emirate Xaaron he wouldn't go to the Prime, too.
…I'm sorry.
OOC: Done.
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