Misfire
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The Chamberlain, His Incomparable Immensity, Emperor Misfire. The Accidental Butcher of Anyone He Wasn't Aiming At
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Post by Misfire on May 14, 2011 16:15:52 GMT -5
Month 3, Week 3, Day 7, semi-private
It twitches Misfire's pride, just a little asking for this meeting. He isn't as bad as some when it comes to contempt for the groundbound, but he does have his fliers's pride. To come to one of them, even a command figure, basically hat in hand cuts deep.
Still, Turmoil agreed to the meeting, and he is a command figure. To do anything less than arrive promptly and with humility would be an insult.
The door to Turmoil's office (which he may or may not share with Slugslinger. Don't know what was decided there) slides open and Misfire steps in... or starts to. The room is dark.
"Lord Turmoil?" Misfire asks the question into the darkness.
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Post by Turmoil on May 17, 2011 15:09:17 GMT -5
"Not 'Lord,' Misfire," the gloom says as Turmoil's distinctive visor begins to shed it's red light, "Commander. Lord should be reserved for our leaders."
To be totally fair, the darkened room routine was a bit of a cliche'. There was just something about wrapping one's self in a shadowy gloom that appealed to Turmoil's aesthetics. Watching someone tentatively peer into the darkness, deciding if they wanted to step into the unknown... It just felt right.
Turmoil soon raised the lighting to a tolerable level, although the temptation was there to leave it as is, and motioned for Misfire to sit in the chair in front of his desk.
"So what is this meeting about?"
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Misfire
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The Chamberlain, His Incomparable Immensity, Emperor Misfire. The Accidental Butcher of Anyone He Wasn't Aiming At
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Post by Misfire on May 17, 2011 17:56:38 GMT -5
"Ah, my apologies... Commander. 'Lord' is the appropriate honorific for members of command in my reality, sir." Misfire files away Turmoil's preference, but don't be surprised if the jet slips up. Old habits and all that rot.
Misfire looks at the chair for a moment. His entire jet front hangs down his back. He could flip it around like a lot jets do, but.... "I'll just stand if you don't mind, sir. This shouldn't take up too much of your time." He assumes a respectful, if somewhat loose, parade rest position.
"A short while ago, it was heavily suggested to me that I attempt to cultivate a skill in more melee based combat. As I'm sure you are aware, my skill in ranged is... somewhat lacking, and it was suggested that given my natural grace, speed, and dexterity, I might make a decent hand-to-hand fighter."
"As the head of our ground forces, I thought you might be able to direct me to who might be good to approach for that training, sir. Melee combat isn't exactly the forte of most fliers."
Okay, Turmoil. You can laugh now. Misfire is ready for it.
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Post by Turmoil on May 19, 2011 14:24:21 GMT -5
"Noted," he says simply before listening to what Misfire has to say.
Afterwards Turmoil doesn't laugh. He usually doesn't find the humor in most things, and now is no exception. This was a serious request so he treated it as such.
"Bonecrusher and Wreckage are most likely the best melee combatants out of my forces. Bonecrusher, however, would kill you. I'll need a detailed data file concerning your past combat experience and capabilities to give you a better answer than that."
Turmoil pauses, his optic visor narrowing slightly, "Take your training seriously Misfire. I don't want to learn that you wasted my time as well as the time of one of my troops. Is there anything else?"
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Misfire
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Post by Misfire on May 20, 2011 11:14:03 GMT -5
Turmoil's look and caution are met with a slight stiffening and optic narrowing of his own by Misfire.
"With all due respect, sir, I have never not taken my training seriously. There is not a thing about being a member of the Decepticon military that I consider frivolous."
Which may be why Misfire can't bring himself to face a certain person about a certain thing. But that's a subject for another thread.
Misfire pulls a datastick from subspace and sets it on Turmoil's desk. "That information should be sufficient to allow you to pair me with suitable trainers, Commander." It includes Misfire's extensive history in the Decepticon Military College- all 4,627 times he flunked out because of his aim, and the fact that he was accepted into the ranks regardless once the College was destroyed. It also includes a list of engagements in which Misfire fought, details of his position under Scorponok's command, how and why he was selected to become a Targetmaster, and the fact that at the time of his displacement, Misfire was actually leading a detachment to retrieve Scorponok's head from the Autobots. It also includes details of his abilities in the air as an interceptor jet.
In other words, making the point that just because he can't hit the broadside of Broadside, he isn't a waste of space.
OOC: This means Turmoil now has complete IC access to Misfire's wiki entry, as well as any random bits from his history in the Marvel TF Universe you want to poke at.
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Post by Turmoil on May 20, 2011 13:50:25 GMT -5
"Good," Turmoil says simply while he downloads the data from the stick, "because there are those among us that consider this lifestyle a path to power and not a responsibility."
With the download complete Turmoil was honestly surprised to see just how many times Misfire had flunked. He might have been serious about training, but it also implied that he had trouble learning from his mistakes. The fact that he was tied so closely with Scorponok, a renegade in his reality, did Misfire no favors. However, considering the interceptor's service record, he was consistent in his desire to aid the cause, and that was enough for now.
"Wreckage is your best option, like I thought."
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Misfire
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The Chamberlain, His Incomparable Immensity, Emperor Misfire. The Accidental Butcher of Anyone He Wasn't Aiming At
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Post by Misfire on May 22, 2011 11:51:30 GMT -5
The fact that the only thing that kept Misfire from passing was his aim, and that even after constant practice he still can't hit anything, might also indicate that it's more than a training issue. Maybe he really can't help it!
"Yes, sir."
Misfire looks slightly uncomfortable. "Ah, that may or may not go well. The last time Wreckage and I were training together, I was teaching him how to fly. But I'll ask him."
"Thank you, sir."
Misfire starts to back toward the door, but slowly, in case Turmoil has any final thoughts or questions.
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Post by Turmoil on May 26, 2011 16:45:07 GMT -5
"If there is a problem, I'll have a word with him."
Turmoil took his gaze away from Misfire and reconnected the data-pad before him to both the simulation mainframe as well as the technical database. On one side of the screen, were combat predictions based on the accumulated data on a particular white armored traitor along with a troubling 55% mortality rate for the ground commander. On the other side was what suspiciously looked like the schematics for and anti-grav device as well as an addition projection, a much more favorable one, of 25%.
As Misfire backed away, Turmoil glanced back at him, "You're welcome. Keep in mind I might have to ask a similar favor of you..."
Fade?
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Misfire
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The Chamberlain, His Incomparable Immensity, Emperor Misfire. The Accidental Butcher of Anyone He Wasn't Aiming At
Improving. Honest!
Posts: 449
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Post by Misfire on May 26, 2011 19:21:24 GMT -5
"Of course, Sir. We're Decepticons."
Nothing is ever free.
Misfire leaves
OOC: and that's a wrap. Thanks!
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