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Post by Sentinel Prime on May 7, 2011 21:45:45 GMT -5
Month 2, Week 1, Day 7, Event Horizon sim rom, open, mention of Impactor with player permission- - - Sentinel Prime is in evil Spy Shot 6 hell. This started out innocently enough, just another training bout in the sim room. He suckered Impactor into helping him out with his pointwork, so he can improve his lance skills. So now they're... under some dam on Earth? Sentinel Prime doesn't even know. It's really uncomfortably cold, and there's this big freaky cube that is supposed to be the AllSpark - wow, did the artist get that wrong! - and it's animating all the little gadgets that the humans use, and these gadgets become absolutely vicious once animate. They're also ridiculously tough to hit, since they're slagging tiny. A Blackberry with a grenade launcher has Sentinel Prime with his back up against the wall, and he stammers to Impactor, "Uhm, shouldn't we, uh... try to educate these things? They're Transformers, right?" That's not the point of the lesson, but Sentinel Prime tends to try to weasel out of things if he can.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on May 8, 2011 21:23:45 GMT -5
Impactor harpoons the Blackberry and snorts. "Berserkers don't listen to reason," he grunts. What they're dealing with aren't really berserkers, they're ferals, but Impactor is a bit fuzzy on the difference between the two.
"Besides, you want a lesson on how to talk to folks? Go see Xaaron. You came to me for training on how to use that lance of yours, not your vocalizer."
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Post by Sentinel Prime on May 8, 2011 22:03:38 GMT -5
"Yeah, I... yeah," Sentinel Prime stammers. He'd kind of like to avoid Emirate Xaaron? Being seen right through would be inconvenient for Sentinel Prime.
This scenario is still creepy. Can't he learn how to use his lance better without killing Peter Pan and the Lost Boys?
Then there's an iPad gnawing on his ankle, and Sentinel Prime stomps on it in a moment of horror, his lance held uselessly in one hand.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on May 9, 2011 22:46:11 GMT -5
"The lance," Impactor snaps, taking a step away from Sentinel. He glances up. "Simulation, ignore my presence." At that point, the horde of wee beasties seem to stop noticing Impactor entirely, meaning that all of them turn their focus on Sentinel. Impactor crosses his arms and smirks.
"We ain't leaving until you start using that lance," he proclaims as a Kindle leaps at Sentinel from behind.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on May 9, 2011 22:58:04 GMT -5
Little Kindle, Sentinel Prime does not like you that way! Or any way!
Now that's just hacks, Impactor. Sentinel Prime gives Impactor an 'Are you for real?' expression, mouth gaping, and then he protests, "It's a lance! This thing is on my back, how am I - ow, frak - "
Sentinel Prime transforms to shake it off and drives off into the crowd, finishing his sentence, " - how am I supposed to lance something on my back?"
Well, maybe, using a rather little-used parry - neuvieme, with the lance behind his back, pointed down, but no one ever talks about neuvieme.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on May 10, 2011 8:28:31 GMT -5
"Oh, for..." Impactor mutters, covering his face with his hand. Then he lowers his hand and shakes his head.
"Obviously you gotta take where they are into consideration, but if you spent less time trying to yak at them, or yakking at me about yakking at them, maybe fewer of 'em would get a chance to sneak up from behind!"
The Kindle is shaken off easily enough, but as Sentinel drives into the crowd he's rushed by a mob of laptops. Fortunately for Sentinel, these are all government issue laptops, meaning they're abnormally slow.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on May 10, 2011 11:07:55 GMT -5
Augh, government issue laptops, getting all up in his wheel-wells! Sentinel Prime would like to just whip out his shield and hide behind it until they leave. He came here to learn, though, right? Learn from an irascible old zombie who probably eats snowplows for breakfast and exhausts Howitzer shells.
So he transforms and gets out his lance instead, but at this point, there's so many laptops after him that he kind of just sweeps the lance into the crowd. It knocks them around, maybe even breaks their screens, sure, but he's not puncturing anything, and they'll be getting back up soon...
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on May 10, 2011 16:26:45 GMT -5
Impactor covers his face as Sentinel continues to not get the point of using the point. Finally, he snaps "Free simulation!" The little ferals all free in place, some of them mid-jump.
He lowers his arms to his side and levels a glare at Sentinel.
"Do you think you can hit them now?" he growls
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Post by Sentinel Prime on May 10, 2011 17:07:59 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime flinches. Part of him wants to protest that the Autobots here would frown at him for murdering helpless enemies, and he has a reputation to uphold. The rest of him is smarter and less concerned about his social status and reminds him that Impactor will murder a helpless Sentinel Prime if Sentinel Prime doesn't do what Impactor wants.
His expression turns sullen. Yes, of course Sentinel Prime can hit stationary targets, but he wisely doesn't say as much. He just gets to it. Oh, blast, there's that little iPad that that was gnawing his ankle. Better you than me, bro, Sentinel Prime thinks, and he pierces it through, with a slight flick and twist, so that the lance comes out cleanly, and then he goes after the nearest of laptops. The angle is kind of awkward, and Sentinel Prime takes a stumbling step backwards.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on May 11, 2011 14:42:24 GMT -5
Impactor narrows his optics as Sentinel even manages to stumble while fighting immobile opponents. Still, he lets the Prime continue to stab away a few moments more before announcing without any pre-warning, "Resume simulation." He studies Sentinel to see his reaction.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on May 11, 2011 22:10:50 GMT -5
For a moment, Sentinel Prime continues as he has been. Then, like the Coyote running off the cliff, he realises that his targets are moving again.
There's so many of them!
He tries to skewer two in one go. Can he do that? Sentinel Prime certainly tries, seeing just how many he can shishkebab before he loses puncturing power.
It probably won't be enough.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on May 12, 2011 12:44:44 GMT -5
Only one laptop is skewered, but that one was more than Sentinel had managed before, and he gives a nod of approval. He starts to walk around the horde, ignoring a Zen that scrambles over one of his feet to go after Sentinel.
"We'll probably be doing some more traditional target practice later," he observes blandly, "but I needed to get a feel for how you perform under pressure." Then he shakes his head. "Can't say I'm too impressed so far."
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Post by Sentinel Prime on May 12, 2011 14:06:19 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime protests, "You're making me use a precision impaling weapon against a crowd. I have different techniques if I want to handle a crowd."
Riot shield, hello?
Fine, Impactor thinks he sucks. Whatever. Sentinel Prime will just do this the sensible way, then. He pulls out the shield and expands it to tower format, to cover his own side from leaping ferals, to make it safer to go on skewering. Still, there's too many, no matter how many he can manage to nail, and now one of the laptops is climbing up his leg and trying to tear his knee out.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on May 12, 2011 14:57:45 GMT -5
Impactor shrugs. "I manage, but I use it in combination," he says, nodding towards the tower shield. He never said Sentinel couldn't use his other weapons, only that he had to start making use of the lance.
"If this was real, you'd be using the best weapon you have available. But sometimes when things are real, you don't have the ideal weapon on you, even if its yours. Maybe it got knocked off line, maybe it got ripped off." He leans against the strange cube thing. "Learning to make do is also important."
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Post by Sentinel Prime on May 12, 2011 16:19:22 GMT -5
Impactor is so profane, lounging on the sacred life force of Breakaway's people! Even if Sentinel Prime secretly thinks that Breakaway's AllSpark looks stupid and wrong.
Learning to make do is the hardest thing for Sentinel Prime. He's just not a very flexible thinker, and as Elite Guard, he was used to having the best equipment when he wanted it. Sentinel Prime's been trying to learn! Kup's been known to take away his shield entirely when they train, and the stuff with Ultra Magnus has been just bare-handed.
Doesn't make this any easier. He admits, though he doesn't want to, "I'm not used to opponents smaller than I am, and yes, I know I just admitted a weakness in front of you, and you're going to use that against me."
Sentinel Prime slams his knees together to crush the Zen there, still stabbing away. There's still just too many of them, and then a pocket-watch that was crawling on the ceiling drops down on his head!
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