by Smokescreen85 » Tue Jun 28, 2011 8:22 am
- Motto: ""A look can be deceiving; a touch can be lethal.""
- Weapon: Twin Shoulder-Mounted Rocket Launchers
Outside Repair Bay
Drag Strip had ignored Breakdown’s initial, profanity-laced response to his little dig. The yellow mech had clearly gotten to him. Of course, that wasn’t hard to do, especially with someone so paranoid. What made Drag react more was when he noticed the white and blue Stunticon jump out of his armor plating at the sound of Motormaster’s voice. The former racer covered his mouth piece to prevent himself from laughing out loud at the hilarious sight. Naturally, one or two quick cackles made it through his actuators before he managed to hold it all in.
“Whoa, easy there, Breakdown! You’re going to rupture a fuel line,” Drag Strip warned as he lowered his hand to his side, the urge to laugh subsiding. “We’ll be fine just as long as we’re not late.” Drag then took the lead towards the hangar, assuming his frightened comrade and the other Stunticons were following behind him.
The yellow racer wasn’t looking forward to hearing what Starscream had to say as it was sure to bore him since he had heard the grand standing all before from the Seeker Commander. Although, it would likely be better than the usual briefing from Motormaster where the threat of harm to Drag Strip and his teammates would be considerably higher. Of course, it wouldn't be long before the Stunticon leader wanted to meet with his unit in private in order to berate them, both verbally and physically, for not doing better in the previous battle. Even Drag shuddered at the mere thought of facing Motormaster after such a terrible defeat at the hands of some lowly Autobots. I’d rather listen to one of Screamer’s grandiose speeches, Drag thought as he continued onwards to the hangar.
Corridors
Skywarp was pleased when Nightraven took his hand and gently helped the femme to her feet with ease. At first she didn’t let go of him before noticing that their actuators were still interlaced and quickly pulling her hand away. ‘Warp didn’t take the reaction personally as he could tell that this moment was just as awkward for her as it was for him. He listened to her apologize to him, explaining how everything had happened so fast and then she was hit the knowledge of how he felt about her. The teleporter looked down to the floor as she turned her back to him.
“It’s not your fault, Nighty,” Skywarp assured here as he raised his optics up again, seeing only the back of her head. “I should have been honest with you from...” His words were cut short as Motormaster’s loud and obnoxious voice came across the ship's speakers, ordering everyone into the hangar. Sigh. "I guess we should get going,” the prankster agreed, not finishing his prior sentence. Instead, he just followed behind Nightraven as they made their way to the meeting place.
Skywarp was thinking of what to say next. He didn’t want to come off as being pushy or make Nighty feel even more uncomfortable as she clearly felt already. However, before he was able to get any more words out of his mouth, a high pitched screeching sound filled the corridor from behind them. It was like nails being driven into a mech’s audio receptors. That sound was then followed by a strange whistle. Nightraven looked back and asked what that dreadful noise was. The teleporter didn't even have to think about it. He already knew what it was and whom it was coming from.
“It’s Darkride,” Skywarp answered confidently without having to turn around and lay optics on the interrogator so soon after their last encounter. 'Warp simply kept his focus on Nightraven, hoping to maintain his composure. “He likes to torment others, especially me, with his intolerable behavior. Let’s just keep going before he catches up.” The teleporter quickened his pace, hoping the femme seeker would follow suit.
Looking over at her, ‘Warp felt that this would be as good a time as any to warn her about the resident torturer. “He’s very dangerous, Nighty. He hacked into my processor to find out how I felt about you, and he didn’t do it to help either one of us. He just did it to be spiteful, and he’s capable of far worse. Believe me, I know. So, please, stay away from him.”
Skywarp continued moving down the corridor in the direction of the hangar, hoping that Nightraven would heed his warning and avoid Darkride like a cosmic rust plague.