[RP #1: Confronting the Toothfairy]
[Takes place directly after the end of this thread.]
If it wasn't for his seeker-class sensors that were meant to handle fast speeds such as Starscream was traveling at right now, the surrounding scenery would've been a mere blur. I'm pretty sure I broke the sound barrier getting away from that place. As he flew, the wind was slowly sweeping away ( Read more... )
If it wasn't for his seeker-class sensors that were meant to handle fast speeds such as Starscream was traveling at right now, the surrounding scenery would've been a mere blur. I'm pretty sure I broke the sound barrier getting away from that place. As he flew, the wind was slowly sweeping away ( Read more... )
All this was filtering through his CPU the moment he crashed, and now he realized that ..he had, in fact, landed on top of the Autobot, in a way that could be considered mildly inappropriate. As he stared nose-to-nose with the truck mech and a pair of very angry optics continued to narrow at him, it occurred to the colorful seeker that he should probably back away. Gain some distance.
Only, when he attempted to pull away, he found that he was stuck; Ironhide appeared to have a deathgrip on him, which didn't serve to calm his apprehension for the entire situation. "Let GO!" he screeched, wrenching his arm away - the injured one, thus causing energon to splatter across 'Hide.
His judgement was obviously cloudy from the ...pecularity of the situation. Starscream wriggled, only succeeding in making their position even more inappropriate. He was feeling oddly... vulnerable, almost as if..
"HEY!" The slagging Autobot was ripping off pieces of his weaponry in a none-too-gentle manner and flinging them aside. "Hands off, Autobitch!" When noting their current position, the insult was oddly befitting.
Having returned to most of his senses, the seeker clamped a large, clawed hand over Ironhide's face and squeezed, digging somewhat into the metal. Most of his artillery was already scattered around them, so he'd have to make do with what was left. When he attempted to bring his other arm into play, he found it was currently under assault as his null ray was ripped off. Huh. He couldn't feel that arm anymore.
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Ironhide let loose a mechanical snarl. Oh, if that's how Starscream wanted to play it... He roared as the jet's claws dug around his face, his pain receptors on fire. It took a few astroseconds to override some of the agony, and then the black mech resumed ripping into the seeker. This time, Hide went for body armor, tearing it from any spot on the Decepticon available.
After relieving Starscream of some of his metal plating, Ironhide firmly grasped both of the larger mech's shoulders (taking extra care to be more rough with the already-injured shoulder) and attempted to throw the other off of himself and reverse their still-inappropriate positions.
Now, glaring down at Starscream, Ironhide allowed himself to smirk. Right before he started ripping at the plating along one of his sides.
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He must've really pissed off Ironhide, because precious bits of himself were flying off like.... Transformers Movie toys from shelves Insecticons towards their next big meal. A disturbing amount of plating had already been wrenched off, leaving his abused circuitry exposed and oozing energon in places. How the FRAG is he able to RIP OFF MY ARMOR?! Quite obviously, he'd awakened a monster with a certain insult.
"YOU HALF-CLOCKED MUDSLOGGER!" he screamed. His not-useless arm had ended up pinned beneath one of Ironhide's kness, and in his energy deficient state, he was unable to free it. The grounded flier did the only thing he could, snapping razor-sharp teeth onto one of Ironhide's arms in attempt to stop the...well, stripping of himself. He'd no sooner latched on and sunk in, however, before freezing up.
Ironhide was harshly pulling at the plating on his sides, so why for the love of the Matrix did it tickle?
Starscream squeaked oddly before bursting into a fit of giggles, right in Ironhide's face. "St-St-St-Stop it!" he managed between laughter.
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It was by pure luck that Starscream's mobile arm had been pinned down underneath one of his knees. He hadn't exactly been counting on the jet to use his teeth, and oh Primus that hurt! The Topkick failed to bite back a sharp cry of pain, one of his hands continuing to pull at plating while he lifted the other to pry at Starscream's face, hoping to get those fragging teeth out of his arm.
...And he was CERTAINLY not expecting the seeker to drop his arm and start giggling.
Ironhide unconsciously shifted back and away from the bigger mech's face, as well as off his arm, giving him an incredulous look. Giggling was just not the sort of reaction that made a whole lot of sense.
"...The slag is wrong with you? Have you finally gone and fried your processors?"
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He was still laughing when Ironhide let go of his face in shock. Starscream was pleased to see he'd left a nasty bite mark on the weapon specialist's arm --
he was even more pleased to see that Ironhide had been disturbed by his outburst and shifted, just ever. so. slightly.
That was all he needed. With a quick yank, his uninjured arm was free and shot up towards the darker mech's still surprised face.
"I WILL RIP OUT YOUR OPTICS!!" Clearly, he wasn't laughing anymore.
With a gratifying crunch, several of the damaged seeker's claws punctured through Ironhide's right optic. He'd been hoping to remove both, but he'd settle for one.
With a hissing snarl, the larger mech hooked his digits in the wound and used this as leverage to jerk the Autobot to the ground at his side. He was on his feet as soon as Ironhide hit the ground; transforming was incredibly painful, so he settled for blasted off still in his robot form.
"I should've known only Autobot wreckage like you would try to strip my chassis!" his voice shrieked angrily over the roar of his [blessidly intact] thrusters, "I have no more time to play with you!"
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But... his processors were furiously trying to make sense of this. By all logic, Starscream should have been crying out in pain. Screaming in fury. Anything but giggling.
By the time Hide realized he'd spent too long gawking, it was too late. The colourful mech had seemingly regained control over his motor functions and retaliated.
A deafening howl of pain came from Ironhide's vocalizer. He frantically clutched at Starscream's arm, trying in vain to remove those claws from the new injury in his face. So focused on the agony from the wound, he wasn't able to resist as the jet tossed him aside. Once released, Hide quickly reprogrammed his optical sensors to display in monocular vision.
With a snarl, Ironhide rolled to his feet and narrowed his remaining optic at the retreating Decepticon. "Leaving so soon? And here I thought you were enjoying yourself from the way you were laughing like a miss-clocked knock-off." Sneer. "Besides, the modifications I made to you are quite an improvement over your previous figure."
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The comment about his laugh he could ignore, but not the implications, nor the other one. Oh no.
"You'd think that, would you?" he hissed out at Ironhide. "Either your adjusted visual display is corrupt or I'd say you aren't as much of a manmech as you'd like everyone to believe!" Meaning he'd thought the black topkick might've just come on to him. Another male transformer. It's not like it was unheard of, but it was only really frowned upon by the most tough-talking of mechs who believed fembots were the only way to go. And Starscream wasn't about to admit that his figure might be slightly feminine. So, of course, that left Ironhide to be the defective one.
Starscream wasn't about to leave with his pride as damaged as his internal displays were informing him his mechanical body was.
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Speaking of repairs, Ratchet was probably going to blow a fuse when he made it back to the medbay. Or possibly add another injury to the already long list. Hide began making a mental list of the damage he'd sustained: his cannons because those had to be at the top of the list, no exceptions, his busted optic, possible damage to some of his wiring, and the large number of scrapes and dents left by--
Ironhide stared. Gaped. Had Starscream just implied what Hide thought he had? He must have damaged the Decepticon's circuitry far more than he originally thought if the flier thought that Ironhide had been hitting on him.
"You think too highly of yourself, Starscream. You obviously," he drawled, "haven't seen a copy of your hideous schematics."
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Quite simply, it was past time to retreat.
"MY schematics are merely too advanced for the likes of YOU to appreciate!" With that, he blasted off, rerouting the power he had left to his thrusters.
Already Ironhide was out of his scanning range - mach 2 tended to cover a lot of ground in not a lot of time. He opened the private comm link that he knew Ironhide still hadn't locked. NEXT time your helm will be MINE!
I'd better make it back to the others... he thought to himself furiously as his lesser systems began to shutdown.
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Ironhide kept making scans with his sensors even after he lost track of Starscream's signal, just to make sure the Decepticon had really left the area. Once he was certain of the fact, he crouched and transformed back into his alt-form which was noticeably more dented and scuffed than it had been before.
Pulling back onto the road, Ironhide made his way towards the Autobot base. Oh, Ratchet was going to have a fun time patching him up.
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