Duskwing
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"What the slag happened?"
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Post by Duskwing on May 17, 2011 19:20:30 GMT -5
Duskwing glares at Mistwind and says indignantly, "Dat is not correckt! You have been in a skirmish, and you did pretty good, 'cause you spotted Springer's fakey hologram, 'emember? Dat was the fight where we was tryin' to catch the crazy micro-Dinobot, and she hammered Blitzwing's face, and Springer shot me in the head, and I got his rifle--which rifle I just sold to Swindle for a chunk of change, and Hook fixed all my damage anyway, so dat turned out pretty good. Slag, is your memory glitching?"
"So what--did you throw that bolt at him or something? What did he say? Mistwind, youse weaseling more than Swindle when he got caught selling Seeker parts on the black market--while they were still attached! Slag, don't make me do a full engine stripdown just to get half an answer!" Duskwing grumbles. "Why was the fragger mad at you? An' don't say 'no reason', or I'll get mad, see? Assault ain't nutso enough to do slag for no reason. Probably a stupid reason, but he got a reason."
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on May 17, 2011 20:15:23 GMT -5
Shock horror! "T-that was a skirmish? I didn't even fight, Sir! I defended you.... is a skirmish every battle witnessed?" He looks horribly confused. "I thought skirmishes are these big official battles... My memory reports no failing banks, Mister Duskwing Sir."
His confusion turns into shame as Duskwing asks for the reason for Assault's anger, "I didn't throw anything at him. Mister Assault told me I was grieving like an Autobot by staying here and focusing on my work and not speaking to anyone. To that... this one guesses its response to have been sharp enough to warrant anger. This one said it 'would not work then next time and see Mister Assault for its troubles'; the opposite side of what it was doing now. It was.... very foolish" He admits, "But this one knows its place very well, Mister Duskwing Sir. This one does not want to be disobedient to its superiors... and all here on ship are its superiors."
Aaaaand Mistwind is duly up for more punishment, the tiny Con guesses. At least he answered the questions honestly.
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Duskwing
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"What the slag happened?"
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Post by Duskwing on May 17, 2011 20:45:55 GMT -5
Duskwing looks confused for several moments. "Need some adjustments to the dictionary, kid! See, a 'skirmish' is a small fight, not a big one. Big ones is battles. Skirmish is just some of youse, some of dem, what happens not real important to the higher-ups, though it's pretty important to me when I'm in the fight, see? Battles is when dere's lots of guys, or who wins is real important to the rankers, like when Megatron is tryin' to pull off a plan, see?"
Duskwing points a finger at Mistwind. "The important thing is you've seen combat, and you ain't totally froze up when it gets noisy, see. Blue was probably thinkin' since you told him zero, that youse a total newb and might just freak out and run away, or freeze up and get people blasted."
He hunches over and peers at Mistwind through narrowed optics. "Also you partnered wit' me in some hit-and-run raids on Pzz-Zazz, when we was knockin' over organic targets for valuable resources. Dat's another word you oughta learn: raid. A raid is when you go hit someone else for supplies, or to break dere stuff, instead of trying just to kill dem."
He puzzles some more over Assault's words and what Mistwind said. "Nope, I still don't get it. What's the difference between doing your work or not when you're mad about the Bots gettin' someone?"
He frowned. "Sounds like you was sulking."
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on May 17, 2011 21:12:37 GMT -5
Bringing a hand up to his face, but not biting on it as he thinks, Mistwind frowns, "ah, I understand now. Updating files with your definitions immediately, Sir."
He listens very carefully, answering promptly but not interjecting: "If I am sulking, is it wrong to hide myself until I no longer do? Wouldn't I just be bad presence for morale, Mister Duskwing Sir? I reckon no-one needs me around when I am not calm."
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on May 17, 2011 21:36:17 GMT -5
Duskwing thinks for a moment. "Dere's also 'strike', which is sorta between a skirmish and a battle, and not quite a raid. It's when you're taking just a few guys, but tryin' to hit a particular target hard--either blowin' stuff up or killin' people, and the rankers care if it succeeds."
He holds up his hand and ticks off the four terms, and then taps his thumb. "An' if someone's been shooting back at you, you can say there was some 'action'."
Duskwing frowns slightly at Mistwind and idly taps one foot against the floor for a few moments. "Don't sulk... don't let 'em know you're sulking. Rankers will think you can't handle a fight. You don't want dat; dey got no use for no one dat can't handle bein' in a fight. Bet dat's what Blue was yellin' at you for--you made the mistake of lettin' him see you sulk."
He stoops, bringing his face down to Mistwind's level, red optics burning brightly. "See, you get upset, you get treated like dirt, get mad. Don't sulk. Get mad, remember who you're mad at, hold dat mad close to ya, use it, let it make you strong enough to find a way to pay back dem as made you mad."
Duskwing stands up, a nasty smirk on his face. "Sooner or later, dey gonna slip up, gonna be vul--vul--uh, weak--and den you get 'em!"
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on May 18, 2011 6:36:02 GMT -5
Mistwind tilts his head, finger tapping his lower lip innocently, "Pay back those who made me mad....? Autobots made me mad!"
As the hand drops slowly slightly and clenches into a fist, Mistwind replies to the smirk with a grin of his own, "I will be very patient for that time, Mister Duskwing Sir, and learn well."
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on May 18, 2011 11:12:09 GMT -5
Duskwing smirks. "Said you was a smart kid. You've got it. Now, stop sulkin' in here--dem bolts got enough shine to bounce a laser. We gonna have training and stuff soon. You gotta train with me, get more used to fightin'. Can't gank 'Bots if you ain't anywhere near 'em when the time comes."
He jerks his head toward the door and starts heading that way himself. "Don't smart off to Blue; he thinks he's an officer and gots to push grunts around if dey even look at him funny."
Heading for wrap?
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Mistwind
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Licensed flight addict, deepsea diving fan, mech-pilot rookie - Accepts food and play for services.
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Post by Mistwind on May 19, 2011 5:27:51 GMT -5
Mistwind tilts his head and mumbles, "If this one was small and weak and unskilled... and dumb? Sir, I'd kill myself to save the fuel. Too much flaw!" This time, he does collect Peace, clenching it tightly to his chest as he dashes after the purple seeker. "Understood. I'm... ready for training, Mister Duskwing Sir!"
Wrap sounds perfect. Thank you!
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