I think the worst of all this is over. Demolishor patched me up and stuck a plexiglass plate over the big damn gaping hole in my chest, so I'm cool until we can find a real medic who isn't a total moron to get me properly fixed. Gah
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Duskwing slips in quietly, looking as normal as he can. Snowcat has other visitors, after all.
"Hey! Snowcat--want ya to know your mean green friend has been sayin' slag about me that ain't true! I did help--he couldn't get the little ones all out safe-like, so I finessed 'em out. He'd have just yanked and maybe tore somethin' up. He almost did--I had to tell him that some a' what he was yankin' at was your wires, not more of the little ones." Duskwing looks and sounds aggrieved. "Clamped some, too. And Demolishor's sayin' I didn't do nothin' to help ya, and that's slag!"
He scowls. "Blackstar mighta helped, but he was protectin' the priestess and the little ones on account of Demolishor threatenin' 'em. That kept him kinda busy, you know?"
Protectin' the priestess counts as a criminal offense by me. *Snowkitty mewls quietly* And yeah, you might have helped out and Dem didn't mention it. He was pretty pissed after the whole thing happened; I'm just glad he didn't blame me for it this time. He cares, y'know?
Duskwing scowls. "Yeah, he was pretty worried 'bout you--but he didn't need to take it out everyone as wanted to help. Just bad luck none of us knew squat about repairin' mechs, you know?"
He frowns, puzzled. "What do you got against th' priestess? She's kinda weird, but she at least takes stuff seriously when I try ta tell her somethin' bad is going down. The other guys, the Autobots, you gotta tell 'em stuff like 4-5 times, and they still gotta ask stupid questions like they can't figure out simple words like 'the kid didn't die in the explosion'. I ask ya, what is difficult about that?"
Duskwing shrugs. "Eh, I dunno. And I don't know Thrust. And maybe she don't know Demolishor so good. I didn't know him. Still don't know him good, but he's a lot like Brawl."
"Hey! Snowcat--want ya to know your mean green friend has been sayin' slag about me that ain't true! I did help--he couldn't get the little ones all out safe-like, so I finessed 'em out. He'd have just yanked and maybe tore somethin' up. He almost did--I had to tell him that some a' what he was yankin' at was your wires, not more of the little ones." Duskwing looks and sounds aggrieved. "Clamped some, too. And Demolishor's sayin' I didn't do nothin' to help ya, and that's slag!"
He scowls. "Blackstar mighta helped, but he was protectin' the priestess and the little ones on account of Demolishor threatenin' 'em. That kept him kinda busy, you know?"
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He frowns, puzzled. "What do you got against th' priestess? She's kinda weird, but she at least takes stuff seriously when I try ta tell her somethin' bad is going down. The other guys, the Autobots, you gotta tell 'em stuff like 4-5 times, and they still gotta ask stupid questions like they can't figure out simple words like 'the kid didn't die in the explosion'. I ask ya, what is difficult about that?"
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Autobots are naturally dense. What's her excuse?
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Duskwing stares blankly at Snowcat. "Huh?"
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"Whoa! He's like the fusion of Brawl and Bonecrusher! And whaddaya mean, 'What's her excuse?' What's her excuse for what?"
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"What's dense 'bout her? She understood me better than the Bots. They were dense!"
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