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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on May 13, 2011 12:14:01 GMT -5
He may not be able to see a sneer, but his body language is rather telling. Good. Assault returns that pleasant smile and stays standing there, though he carefully keeps an optic on Slugslinger. One can never be too careful, after all!
//A simple plan of action. But I wonder, did you take into account what could go wrong? Or for that matter, contemplate just why Starscream, who does not hide his low opinion of you, would even fancy the idea of you in command of 'his' forces?//
//I believe that it is because this is a win/win situation for the esteemed Lord. Either you will be shot by one of us, or you will suffer complete and utter humiliation, as well as punishment by his hand for your failure. And we have both seen how Lord Starscream keeps his troops in line.//
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Post by Slugslinger on May 13, 2011 12:32:01 GMT -5
Slugslinger just shrugs off the question and Assault's theory with it. Oh, he was most likely picked to take a fall; there's no two ways to cut the issue. Or somebody just wants him under their thumb. But he has to keep up his oblivious front.
//He picked me 'cause I'm just that awesome,// he declares. //I'm a top-notch flier and warrior, though I can't say the same for some of my troops.// He shifts his weight to his right leg and tilts just slightly toward Assault and not once does his grin falter as he adds disdainfully, //Who couldn't catch me with a net if they tried. Shooting me?// He makes a loud, rude, scornful noise in his throat that isn't quite laughter. "The sky's gonna fall first." Then he lets the angle of his body do the aiming for him when he lifts one arm and fires an electrostatic blast squarely at Assault's chest.
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on May 13, 2011 13:08:35 GMT -5
//Insulting my admittedly poor flying skills? I thought you to be more clever than this.//
Also, sometimes, being crazy prepared is a good thing, and chewing scenery is not. The shifting of weight puts him on edge. The boasting makes him tighten his body. Then, the second that Slugslinger lifts his arm Assault dives to the side, the blast clipping a wing and sending painful surges throughout his body.
The Seeker hisses in pain, cursing those blasted wings while aiming at Slugslinger. Deciding that he might as well make a show out of it he lets his arm twitch intentionally, jerking around before he fires off a shot. It is not aimed at Slugslinger, oh no, he would not dream of inflicting direct psychical harm on his CO! No, it's aimed at a pipe that runs above Slugslinger's head, which will hopefully either come down on his head or spew some steam into that misshapen asymmetrical face. He would welcome both!
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Post by Slugslinger on May 16, 2011 6:20:37 GMT -5
Slugslinger has VTOL fans on his arms in this mode; he ducks the swinging pipe and brings up one arm to guard his face and blasts the fan to ward off the steam as he steps forward. He's still grinning.
"Your flying skills?" he asks haughtily, electrostatic gun still trained on Assault, right optic locked and watching for any slight movement. "You think you matter? You don't even rate." He lets the fan wind down as he leaves the steam cloud behind and stops several paces away from his sad subordinate, watching him along the line of one gun barrel. He adds with the surety of knowing innately, "There isn't one bot in this division who can outfly me."
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on May 17, 2011 17:10:16 GMT -5
Slugslinger is quite nimble. Good to know. Assault lays there and keeps his rifle trained on his CO, keeping it in his sights.
"I see, sir." At least that little bit was not aimed at just him. The only movement he makes is following Slugslinger, keeping him in his sights, though his finger does not squeeze the trigger. "But I disagree. Fleetwind alone is quite graceful and nimble, without having VTOLs."
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Post by Slugslinger on May 19, 2011 8:48:55 GMT -5
"Nobody," Slugslinger reiterates simply, "can outfly me." He doesn't wait for Assault to move; he fires again, deciding it's better to be safe than sorry where this backstabbing little glitch is concerned. It'll be easy enough to explain it away as some other part of his normal behaviour.
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on May 19, 2011 16:51:56 GMT -5
"You are quite mistaken." Well, at least he manages to get that bit out before he's send into a painful twitching mess, dropping his rifle and locking up as his face pulls into six different directions, tugged by sensations that can't agree on which hurt the most.
Then he finally collapses back against the floor, optics flickering and his fingers and feet twitching, but that's all the movement that will come out of this little butterfly.
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Post by Slugslinger on May 22, 2011 8:55:20 GMT -5
The paroxysms Assault goes through bring a look of smug, unadulterated satisfaction to Slugslinger's face. He sidles up to the downed Seeker as he watches Assault writhe, then lifts one foot and aims to bring it down good and hard on his new subordinate's chest in order to pin him down.
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on May 22, 2011 17:04:29 GMT -5
Assault isn't exactly capable of preventing that foot slamming down on his chest, cracking the canopy. His systems are starting to recover, but he still lays still, glaring at Slugslinger with an intensive glint to his optics...With a calculating edge that has been sharpened with hate.
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Post by Slugslinger on May 24, 2011 19:15:17 GMT -5
"I oughta kill you," Slugslinger says in a low voice as he leans down close, taking in that furious stare trying to bore holes through his head. He rests an elbow on his raised knee, keeping one electrostatic gun aimed squarely on Assault's face. "I'm totally in my rights for it and I bet I can get away with it." He's sure he can, even if someone gets annoyed with losing a soldier. They'd just be losing a plane that sucks at flying. "But," he goes on, "you're funny, so I'll let you go this time." He eases his foot off Assault's chest and takes a step back.
He'll have to deal with the pain in the neck properly at some point, probably sooner than later. But right now, he's content to leave Assault on the deck squirming in pain.
Oh, right.
"One more thing." He fires one last shot just for its own sake, then turns to leave. He still wants some privacy.
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on May 25, 2011 17:12:47 GMT -5
The shot has him squirming in pain, giving Slugslinger the thrill that he seeks. Sharp hisses escape his lips, stunted little sounds, gurgles of pain. But it's only half that. He is also trying to laugh.
For Slugslinger will be another on a list of fools who did not execute him when they should have. Though blimey, the pain is something he will never really get used to.
But the laughing is drowned out by the sounds of pain, the Seeker twitching until he goes still yet again, amber optics wide open and staring at the ceiling, his systems rebooting.
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Post by Slugslinger on May 29, 2011 9:09:16 GMT -5
With no witty retort sounding behind him, Slugslinger ambles away. Oh, he knows better than to think Assault won't try something stupid again and he'll have to watch the idiot, but he has nothing to fear at the moment from a crippled, writhing pile of junk. And, he figures, even less to fear from a blatant schemer – really, he thinks with a snort, confronting him like that? What was Assault expecting him to do? Quail in fear like a Mini-Con? – who can't even challenge him properly, in the air.
OOC: Out of thread unless stopped.
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