[Transformers] Ghost Unit | Bribes
Series: The Ghost Unit
Title: Bribes (#37)
Setting: IDW Transformers, inspired by the "What's Wrong with a Little Destruction" 'verse by ajremix.
Note: Many thanks to all my beta-readers. <3
Summary: In which one of Salvo's weak points is very effectively exploited.
Bribes
""Every man has his price."
~ Sir Robert Walpole
The sounds of combat echoing from within the seedy bar were nothing Fallout hadn't heard before. It was hardly the first time she'd had to head out to fetch their resident heavy muscle units, as it were - it was why she'd taken the habit of monitoring the local enforcement channels herself, really. It just made the fetching simpler all around if she got to them before anyone official did. Though the others might refuse to believe it, Fallout really didn't mind less paperwork whenever she could manage it. And she definitely liked being efficient.
A large mass incoming at high speeds registered on her sensors, giving the femme enough time to move to the right and tilt her head slightly, thus escaping being crushed by a large mech being thrown through the front of the bar's window. The landing included three bounces and a decent length skid, all of which she tracked, processing and calculating the data as an afterthought while moving in closer, inspecting the new opening and deeming it a safer point of entry than the actual doorway to the establishment which was currently blocked by two bots attempting to kill each other. Or at least, so she assumed, truly preferring not to know if they were actually doing something else.
The interior of the bar reeked of things Fallout could recognize and a few she couldn't. Adjusting her vision to the gloom, she gave herself a moment to map and track both the room and the occupants within, the press of bodies and the chaos of the fighting registering through as clear, cool information to her processors. Of course, she'd have been able to achieve that just as easily without the use of any sensor whatsoever, really. Salvo was where he usually always was in such instances, smack dab in the middle of the action, roaring in savage glee as he flung mechs in all directions, shedding a host of the smaller bots off with a single shake before using another to take down two larger ones charging at him. Which mean she had to get him out of there and out of sight as soon as possible, because being noticed by the local authorities was simply out of the question. Shortfall could deal with potential recordings, when they returned to base. With a sigh, Fallout ducked to avoid a set of flailing limbs topped by dangerous looking sickle like blades and after a moment of consideration, probabilities and chances quickly adjusted to account for Salvo's obvious battle haze, she pulled out a single schematic and tight-beamed it at him through their team channel.
#OoooOOOooooh!#
Salvo's attention was entirely and utterly focused on her within a nano-klik. A mech attempted to take advantage of his distraction to launch another attack - a fatal mistake which saw the poor bot dispatched without ever being looked at.
#For me?!# The slurred question was highlighted by a look of almost childish glee, Salvo batting away another would-be assailant with newfound motivation. No one within these four walls even stood a chance of drawing his full attention, nor of slowing him down, with what Fallout had just captured his attention with.
#Yes. Find Wildside in here and bring him along, and we'll head back to base so you can pick colors.#
#!!!#
Bodies were flung carelessly aside as Salvo turned here and there, before finally remembering to use his own sensors and the team-specific tags each had to find his bar crawling companion. A few more mechs were lifted and tossed away casually, revealing a serene Wildside sitting underneath them all. The mech gave him team mate an interrogative look then turned to look behind him, his own sensors pinging to Fallout's presence. With a small smile and a wave he started to get up, only to find himself suddenly seized and flung over Salvo's shoulder.
#Got him! Incoming!# The gleeful warning was easily heard by Wildside this time, broadcast to both he and their second-in-command. So bemused was he by having been so unceremoniously picked up and thrown over Salvo's shoulder that Wildside merely stared at Fallout with a vaguely questioning expression.
#I only told him to find you, no idea why he decided this meant carry you out,# was the serene response. Clearly unflustered by the sight both mechs afforded as Salvo sliced through the crowd once more (two unfortunate civilians sent bouncing to the right, one to the left, three more at odd angles and one overhead) to join Fallout where she stood, hands clasped behind her back in the middle the still ongoing brawl. He was practically hopping in place from sheer glee.
#Back to base! C'mon! I want to see that gun!#
With a slight nod and a well hidden look of amusement, Fallout turned around and led the way out, Salvo happily falling in step behind, still carrying a now-resigned looking Wildside over his shoulder as they left the scene.
Title: Bribes (#37)
Setting: IDW Transformers, inspired by the "What's Wrong with a Little Destruction" 'verse by ajremix.
Note: Many thanks to all my beta-readers. <3
Summary: In which one of Salvo's weak points is very effectively exploited.
Bribes
""Every man has his price."
~ Sir Robert Walpole
The sounds of combat echoing from within the seedy bar were nothing Fallout hadn't heard before. It was hardly the first time she'd had to head out to fetch their resident heavy muscle units, as it were - it was why she'd taken the habit of monitoring the local enforcement channels herself, really. It just made the fetching simpler all around if she got to them before anyone official did. Though the others might refuse to believe it, Fallout really didn't mind less paperwork whenever she could manage it. And she definitely liked being efficient.
A large mass incoming at high speeds registered on her sensors, giving the femme enough time to move to the right and tilt her head slightly, thus escaping being crushed by a large mech being thrown through the front of the bar's window. The landing included three bounces and a decent length skid, all of which she tracked, processing and calculating the data as an afterthought while moving in closer, inspecting the new opening and deeming it a safer point of entry than the actual doorway to the establishment which was currently blocked by two bots attempting to kill each other. Or at least, so she assumed, truly preferring not to know if they were actually doing something else.
The interior of the bar reeked of things Fallout could recognize and a few she couldn't. Adjusting her vision to the gloom, she gave herself a moment to map and track both the room and the occupants within, the press of bodies and the chaos of the fighting registering through as clear, cool information to her processors. Of course, she'd have been able to achieve that just as easily without the use of any sensor whatsoever, really. Salvo was where he usually always was in such instances, smack dab in the middle of the action, roaring in savage glee as he flung mechs in all directions, shedding a host of the smaller bots off with a single shake before using another to take down two larger ones charging at him. Which mean she had to get him out of there and out of sight as soon as possible, because being noticed by the local authorities was simply out of the question. Shortfall could deal with potential recordings, when they returned to base. With a sigh, Fallout ducked to avoid a set of flailing limbs topped by dangerous looking sickle like blades and after a moment of consideration, probabilities and chances quickly adjusted to account for Salvo's obvious battle haze, she pulled out a single schematic and tight-beamed it at him through their team channel.
#OoooOOOooooh!#
Salvo's attention was entirely and utterly focused on her within a nano-klik. A mech attempted to take advantage of his distraction to launch another attack - a fatal mistake which saw the poor bot dispatched without ever being looked at.
#For me?!# The slurred question was highlighted by a look of almost childish glee, Salvo batting away another would-be assailant with newfound motivation. No one within these four walls even stood a chance of drawing his full attention, nor of slowing him down, with what Fallout had just captured his attention with.
#Yes. Find Wildside in here and bring him along, and we'll head back to base so you can pick colors.#
#!!!#
Bodies were flung carelessly aside as Salvo turned here and there, before finally remembering to use his own sensors and the team-specific tags each had to find his bar crawling companion. A few more mechs were lifted and tossed away casually, revealing a serene Wildside sitting underneath them all. The mech gave him team mate an interrogative look then turned to look behind him, his own sensors pinging to Fallout's presence. With a small smile and a wave he started to get up, only to find himself suddenly seized and flung over Salvo's shoulder.
#Got him! Incoming!# The gleeful warning was easily heard by Wildside this time, broadcast to both he and their second-in-command. So bemused was he by having been so unceremoniously picked up and thrown over Salvo's shoulder that Wildside merely stared at Fallout with a vaguely questioning expression.
#I only told him to find you, no idea why he decided this meant carry you out,# was the serene response. Clearly unflustered by the sight both mechs afforded as Salvo sliced through the crowd once more (two unfortunate civilians sent bouncing to the right, one to the left, three more at odd angles and one overhead) to join Fallout where she stood, hands clasped behind her back in the middle the still ongoing brawl. He was practically hopping in place from sheer glee.
#Back to base! C'mon! I want to see that gun!#
With a slight nod and a well hidden look of amusement, Fallout turned around and led the way out, Salvo happily falling in step behind, still carrying a now-resigned looking Wildside over his shoulder as they left the scene.