- Weapon: Energo-Sword
Swindle nodded at Onslaught. He could tell that something was up, even more so then before and things were pretty high up already. Whatever had happened had put an added urgency on things. That just meant he was going to have to work his magic a little faster then he had planned, but that was fine with him. Swindle always delivered his goods on any reasonable deadline, whether it was spare parts, ammo or cooperation of some lunkhead triplechangers.
The arms dealer turned to the Decepticons in question, a smile plastered on his face as he approached Astrotrain and Blitzwing. He overheard the ‘oil stain’ comment but his smile didn’t falter. “Oil stain? Really guys? You hurt me, and all I’m doing is trying to help you.”
Unfortunately the Combaticon was cut off by the sudden arrival of Ramjet. Swindle never really head any problem with the various seekers, but he was always aware of their reputation as being a bit arrogant. Ramjet was apparently the worst of them all from the way he was acting. Swindle’s smile turned quickly into a scowl as Ramjet casually dismissed him and turned to try and take control of the triplechangers. It was like someone had taken the arrogance of Starscream and combined it with extreme stupidity.
Swindle was perhaps the least likely of the Combaticons to resort to outright violence. It typically wasn’t in his nature. However, the Combaticon did possess a shrewd and sometimes brutal business sense and a competitor had just spit in his face AND turned his back on him. That broke so many codes of business and just general being a Decepticon that Swindle really had no option. The fact that he was going to relish it certainly helped though.
The Combaticon whipped out his gyro gun and opened fire on Ramjet’s exposed back. The unprepared seeker was pelted with shots and quickly tumbled face first to the ground from the loss of all sense of balance. With as many shots as he had pumped into him he was going to be getting up anytime soon. Just to be sure Swindle walked over to him and firmly placed a foot on the middle of his back.
He looked up at Astrotrain and Blitzwing with a smile again. “Now, you could go with Ramjet here, strike out on your own, I can understand the appeal of that. No one to answer to, I mean maybe aside from old Ramjet here. I’m sure he’ll come up with some good strategies for you, like ‘hit the enemy with your head as hard as you can!’ It works for him at least right? Of course you’ll be going with NO support system and NO back up of any sort. So, you know, just the three of you, led by Ramjet.”
“Now, let me make my pitch to you. Do you guys really think I’m gonna order you around, get you doing things you don’t want to do? I’m an arms dealer, not a general. You stick with me and I’ll make sure you’re well equipped and well fueled. I’m not going to be ordering your around in battle, you guys know how to fight better then I do. But when you go into battle, I’ll make sure you have all the best stuff. And, just to prove my point, here comes the goods.” Swindle pointed into the air as the escape pod flew down towards them. It hovered in the air for a minute before landing softly on the beach.
“Now that’s my personal mini-armory. Would you two like to take a look inside with me and get patched up, reloaded and refueled, or would you rather stay here with mister ‘I hit things with my head really hard’ here? Its up to you.” With that Swindle began to move to the escape pod, but kept an optic on the triple and Ramjet.
(OOC: Moderator making a called hit here as that was a bit much to insult Swindle and just expect to walk away like that. The shots scrambled his sense of balance pretty bad so it will take a little while for Ramjet to be able to get up and walk again. There isn’t any permanent damage though.)