robothell | They'll have to go through you first

Who: Miria and Whoever [Open]. One special meeting with a gold asshole [Closed to IDW Sentinel]
What: Earth made robot fun times!
Where: Various places
When: After Robot Prom
Warnings: ... does setting Sentinel on fire require a warning?

Option A

[There is one thing Miria had found out about herself while being stuck on Cybertron and that was simply this: She could restore her depleted energy by consuming some of the odd organic food-like items that were growing on Cybertron. Not that she took a lot, there are humans here after all and they needed the sustenance more than her.

So at this moment one will find the minibot sized robot carefully picking a few of the fruits and seemingly not paying attention to her surroundings.]

Option Bar

[Look, Miria has no reason to actually go into the robot bar. She doesn't consume Energon so why would she?

So really she's kind of lurking nearby and simply watching whoever comes and goes, while not being all that well hidden.]

Option Sentinel Only

[OH LOOK. Some trash, this prompt is also trash. So let's just have them throw down.

By some energon maybe? Whatever, it's not near by any populated sections of the city.]

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[oh, good. this is what he wanted. he likes being shot, really. except not. he doesn't have enough bullets to justify shooting back.]

What-- frag off!

[very majestic. he'll just skid behind a nearby rock for cover and see what she does, yes.]

[Well, when he doesn't attack back she doesn't resume her own attack on him.

Also what the hell is a frag off?]

This Unit sees no reason to let a threat remain at large.

What?!

[something about miria just pisses him off enough to make him lose his stoic composure.]

I wasn't even doing anything!

[Sentinel, just because you weren't doing anything right now doesn't mean you're not a threat.

And Miria isn't even going to try talking to Sentinel anymore, just going to.

Lob a grenade over that rock.]

[she's gone quiet. maybe she left?

...that's wishful thinking. he knows it is, because he can still hear her flitting around, and see her on his scanner. oh, good, and there's a grenade. when he was sworn in as prime, less than one million years ago, sentinel didn't expect any of his days to be this fucking terrible.

actually, he did. he just hates dealing with them on his own.

he knows he doesn't have enough time to do anything with that grenade. all he can do is skitter backwards on his ass - impressively quickly, like a large ~~majestic~~ ugly grey crab - and covers his face with his arms.

man. he is going to enjoy tearing this fucker in half.]

[Nah, it's more that Miria isn't a battle banter kind of 'bot.

Good thing Sentinel is fast for his fat ass, because that grenade is exploding and.

Well, hopefully no one liked that rock. And she is readying her gun once more, but doesn't move towards him.

Because firing at debris is just a silly idea.]

[good thing she isn't firing, he skittered his ass next to some energon. a terrible decision he didn't think through.

he's pretty huge, so it's not gonna be hard to see the grenade didn't do much beyond scorch is armour pretty badly and crack it a little. barely a paper cut for a cybertronian.

sentinel stands up finally, powering up his cannons and remaining wrist gun. he has no ammo left, but she doesn't need to know that.]

I'm feeling benevolent, so you get one chance to leave.

[Yeah, she wasn't firing because she wasn't aware of the energon being there. But now she notices it, not that her expression changes to show that.

And she doesn't even flinch at Sentinel powering up his weapons. Because she has a plan.

And that plan involves dashing right at him and aiming a low kick along one of his big stompy legs. Not to injure but to make a spark to hopefully catch the energon on fire.

Cause guess who learned that the green stuff is a fuel? This girl.]

[he should have moved. why did he not move? why does he still try to fight people?

unfortunately, maybe due to being close to the energon or a leak he didn't know about, the spark catches light. and so does sentinel.

needless to say, he's none too happy. for the first time in several thousand years (though not the first time he's been on fire) he actually shrieks in a mixture of rage and surprise. why is this his life?

yeah so stop, drop and roll. that's how you put deal with spontaneous combustion before it does any damage. thank god he isn't made of gross fleshy stuff and instead super thick armour!]

[She actually stops when he catches on fire, and stares at Sentinel as he's flailing about.

Or at least in her opinion he's flailing about.]

... That was much more easier than this Unit predicted.

[She just called you a wimp, Sentinel.]

[well, he's not down per se. it's honestly not that big of a deal for a cybertronian. that said, it's still not exactly a pleasant experience.

he forces himself to calm down. maybe stop with the panicked shrieking. then he grabs a stone from the exploded boulder in each hand and lobs them at her at the same time, before picking up two more.

ARE YOU A BAD ENOUGH DUDE TO DODGE??]

[Look, look. To Miria someone screaming while on fire is a good sign that it's doing some kind of damage. So can one blame her for thinking that?

No, no they can't.

AND FUCK DODGING! Her reaction to the thrown stones is to shoot them out of the sky.]

[it's true.

well, the rocks were MERELY A RUSE!!! he fires one shot at her while she's distracted, aiming for the legs.

he'll make her suffer, if he can.]

[Screw your ruse, she has grenades.

Not that she's using them, as she makes a quick attempt to dodge the shot. So it ends up hitting a leg and making her kind of semi-somersault and ending up in the dirt.]

[kinda sad that he feels super good about knocking over a fucking minibot. this is his life now.

he's stumbled, he knows. he'll get back to what he was, in time.

finally, he can stop sitting around on his ass and get up. sure, some parts of him are still burning and smouldering slightly, but it's not enough to really bother him right now. he walks over to her, wondering what to do. realistically, he can't do much. the overwhelming paranoia he's starting to develop is telling him that even if he killed her and got rid of all the evidence - including the body - he'd be found out.

fuck.]

The offer still stands. I did not start this day intending to end it a murderer.

[...about that, sentinel.]

[Peh, dirt is not something she likes getting in her mouth, as she does her best to get on her undamaged leg.

Just in time for Sentinel to be up close and talk to her.]

Then it is a good thing this Unit wasn't planning on letting you see the end of this day.

[Cause guess what she is firing at him right now?

If you guessed a fireball, you would be correct. ~~How many weapons does she haaaave.~~]

I don't think that--

[whatever he was going to say, it's cut off by the fireball hitting him in the face.

and reigniting him.

today is a wash, he decides. he sighs heavily and plonks his ass back down on to the ground. still slightly on fire. whatever. whatever.]

[Oh, okay he's on fire again.

Whatever, he's not trying to step on her or fight. So she's just going to open her communications to try and contact one certain person.]

Optimus Prime? This Unit is requesting your aid, if at all possible.

[It's pretty obvious she's sending a comm message, so enjoy that while you burn Sentinel.]

[even if optimus rolled up and punched him in the dick, this day couldn't get any worse.

whatever. WHATEVER.]

They'll have to go through you first

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