by Rebel Raven » Sat Nov 10, 2007 4:56 pm
Kolkular – The Hangar Bay
Discord smirks at Rancid getting manhandled by Scourge. Obviously pleased at the sight, she looked at all three of her opponents and continued thinking about what she'd do to them while she waited for the exercise to start.
She figures the prey are going to get a head start, and that would try her patience even more, but she kept her quiet, patient stance.
The Hangar bay doors are suddenly a scene of violence as large heated claws rip through them like the doors were gold leaf, then it practically explodes into the room as the shredded door is kicked in by a crimson bot sending bits in, but the shrapnel luckily, hit no one. The person entered obviously did not care much if they did or did not.
Discord is one of the first to react to the sudden intrusion. "Unicron's smelter!!" She nearly leapt out of her armor startled by the sudden violence as a bit of door scrap slides to a stop at her foot. This act was far, far, far from her normal operations. She composes herself quickly with that.
Unfortunately what's coming in next just might hit someone. A crimson and gray Sweep.
"So, it is true.. leaving on a mission without me?" A low, chilling, half synthesized feminine voice doesn't fill the room so much as project like spears of sheer malice to every audio sensor in the room, figuratively speaking.
To say she looked angry was an understatement. Yellow optics narrowed as they gave a look that could debatably match the looks of an angry command level mech in inspiring fear, though she were the farthest thing from command rank.
Her are lips pulled into a snarl adding to her menacing aura as she strides towards the group. It's a slow, steady gait. No particular rush.
If she wasn't snarling angry, and if her large, knife like talons weren't glowing white hot, one might not think anything of it, but instead of approaching in a civil manner, she's coming in like a ticking time bomb. A monstrous killer has just entered the room.
Discord turns to look at the incoming femme, and well, despite her courage, her intelligence, her malicious nature, she looks.. Scared? Apprehensive? She looks like she's seen a ghost, or a mecha-zombie. Something like the Monsterstructor were made from. The nightmares of transformers everywhere. Yet she did not run. The fact the sisters shared a design would help understand why she held her ground.
Still, even someone with her well above average courage didn't look comfortable with the crimson Sweep in the same room.
She now knew pity, a feeling so very alien to her, something she never extended to anyone. Ever. She looked at Rancid, Aftershock, and Swiftscreech a moment conveying that moment of pity. As bad as she'd thrash them even with her weapons set to low yield, her sister was better armed, and far more violent. And far better at the job of brutality.
She stays quiet, looking at Scourge, getting her composure back again, though barely.
Behind Discord, Rage, the Crimson sweep, more like bloody in color, approached, headed towards Scourge.
From some perspectives, seeing Rage over Discord's shoulder looked like a reflection of polar opposites. Beauty and the Berserk.
"I do not want to be left behind again." Rage says with a snarling voice that was so filled with anger her vocal processors gave it an eerie synthesized undertone.
"I do NOT want to be LEFT BEHIND AGAIN!!" she reiterated becoming angrier by the second, her gaze now firmly affixed on her Commander.
The entire trip from the door to Discord, Rage virtually ignored everyone else. Even Turmoil, who wasn't in the path. If he were, he might be the obstacle between herself and Scourge.
Discord couldn't help but wince as Rage's voice began meters behind her, passing over an audio sensor, and over her shoulder. The blue and gold Discord remained where she stood, however. She's between Rage and Scourge as if to act as shield in a subtle manner.
Luckily for those involved, Rage stood behind Discord without assaulting anyone. Yet.
She's angry, but still sane enough to not trash her comrades. Barely, it seemed.
That stop on the express way to triggering her all hating, all destroying anger wasn't far off.
Though it was hardly anyone's fault she was left out of the assault on the moon, left to sharpen her claws.