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robothell2015-02-19 08:11 pm
chickscream) wrote in robothell2015-02-19 08:11 pm
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ready for nothing [open]
Who: Slipstream, her confusion, and YOU!
Where: A ruined, empty street or sky.
When: RIGHT NOW
What: Intro/bafflement post
Warnings: A snarky angry seeker lady who hates her dad
A.
Slipstream was already ready to go home.
Oh, sure, Detroit wasn't that great, and she'd spent a lot of time dodging under the radar and swinging across the lake to Canada (where the Autobots never set their feet, for some reason), but it was all the home she had ever known in her own right, besides her brief stint on Earth's moon.
Her memories of other homes weren't her own, and she ignored them as best as she could, ignored the echoing deja-vu of these streets. It looked like... a place Starscream had known, once, but torn apart and ravaged, like in the wake of a battle; it looked like no place she had ever been, and the stars were arrayed in shapes unknown to her optics.
Pressed back against a wall and with her optics narrowed, Slipstream was just about ready to jump out of her plating and shoot the first thing that surprised her.
B.
Taking to the skies, Slipstream circled tightly in jet mode, taking in the view.
She hadn't even realized how much she liked greenery until there was none, how lively organics were until she was in a place of metal and gears.
Unsettled, she braked and switched back to her more customary form, hovering and looking over the city. It spread further than Detroit ever did, pocked with craters and destruction-- a wholly inhospitable-looking place, in her opinion, and probably no fun to get back home from.
"Sparks, this place is awful," she tells the air, and swoops down over the city looking for more signs of life-- familiar or otherwise, she doesn't care, as long as it's not Starscream himself-- beyond whoever greeted her first. If someone wanted to hail her down to the ground, she'd go, no matter who; and if someone wants to come up and bother her, she'll probably not shoot them.
Where: A ruined, empty street or sky.
When: RIGHT NOW
What: Intro/bafflement post
Warnings: A snarky angry seeker lady who hates her dad
A.
Slipstream was already ready to go home.
Oh, sure, Detroit wasn't that great, and she'd spent a lot of time dodging under the radar and swinging across the lake to Canada (where the Autobots never set their feet, for some reason), but it was all the home she had ever known in her own right, besides her brief stint on Earth's moon.
Her memories of other homes weren't her own, and she ignored them as best as she could, ignored the echoing deja-vu of these streets. It looked like... a place Starscream had known, once, but torn apart and ravaged, like in the wake of a battle; it looked like no place she had ever been, and the stars were arrayed in shapes unknown to her optics.
Pressed back against a wall and with her optics narrowed, Slipstream was just about ready to jump out of her plating and shoot the first thing that surprised her.
B.
Taking to the skies, Slipstream circled tightly in jet mode, taking in the view.
She hadn't even realized how much she liked greenery until there was none, how lively organics were until she was in a place of metal and gears.
Unsettled, she braked and switched back to her more customary form, hovering and looking over the city. It spread further than Detroit ever did, pocked with craters and destruction-- a wholly inhospitable-looking place, in her opinion, and probably no fun to get back home from.
"Sparks, this place is awful," she tells the air, and swoops down over the city looking for more signs of life-- familiar or otherwise, she doesn't care, as long as it's not Starscream himself-- beyond whoever greeted her first. If someone wanted to hail her down to the ground, she'd go, no matter who; and if someone wants to come up and bother her, she'll probably not shoot them.
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Come to think of it, there was a moon here, wasn't there? (She double-checks, looking up.) Probably wasn't as abandoned as Earth's, but maybe she should check it out sometime.
"You must be packing some serious firepower, huh?" Slipstream sets her aft down in the crater near him, apparently settling in for a chat. "I know I couldn't blow a hole this big."
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"I'm made to execute the final stage of Megatron's invasion plan before Cyberforming can begin." Shutting his optics off again in silent acceptance of her presence, he quietly relaxes against the the tidy, Sixshot shaped hold in the ground once more. "My job is to destroy whatever resistance is left and wipe all native life off of a planet's surface."
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"That is one heck of a job description," she says, after a moment. "You ever actually done that? Cleared off an entire planet? Because, let me tell you, I would be so impressed by that."
She would be, too! She thought Megatron was pretty powerful, but he wasn't even remotely on this guy's (claimed) level. (She doesn't get the feel that the bot's lying, though; she will be genuinely impressed and without doubt if he tells her he's pulled it off.)
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Sixshot... doesn't really elaborate more than that though. Nor does he sound particularly enthused about the subject. After a minute, he moves only to fold his hands over his chest, idly braiding his fingers together, before going still again.
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She hesitates, looking down at the resting bot, then contributes, "I was made to bolster my creator's ego. And his forces, I suppose, but mostly his ego. I'd rather be your sort."
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"You have my sincerest condolences."
Was he being honest? Sarcastic? His tone was so flat, it was a little hard to tell. His expression didn't have any malice or condescension in it though.
"If you're willing to deal with having a remote off switch, terrible hours and a lot of isolation, I think you'll enjoy my job."