Can I finish working on my other fics now, bunnies?
Title: Qui Mortem Invitavis.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Weirdness abounds, implications of torture and gore.
Pairings: None. Nada. Zero.
Characters: Kup, Zeta Prime.
Summary: Kup and Zeta Prime have a little chat about the 'Red Wings'.
Notes: Fine bunny, you get a snippet. And that's all you're getting for now. Zeta Prime here is the Prime preceding Sentinel instead of the one presumably succeeding him. There's no Decepticon uprising yet so place this way early into the 'golden age' if you want. This is extremely short and just to shut Kup the frag up.
"Prime, I'm telling you this is not a wise decision." Kup frowned, re-reading over and over the instructions given to him. "You need to reconsider these orders."
"Kup," Zeta Prime turned around on his seat, facing Kup. "All other forces we've sent to deal with this problem have failed so far, our best bet is to bring them in."
Kup shook his head vigorously. "No, Prime, you don't understand!" The older mech threw the data pad back on the desk, leaning over it to face the other mech better. "You have no idea what you'd be unleashing. One of them works right here, he himself advised against summoning the Red Wings. Why do you think he'd do that?"
"Kup, would you mind to be clearer about this?" Zeta Prime fixed a glare on his tactical officer. "The team has excellent records. Albeit the amount of times they have been released is far smaller than I thought they would be, given their impeccable record."
Kup sighed heavily. "They are a last resort unit, Prime. And they are successful because... well, they leave nothing standing." The older mech dropped back on his seat, looking somewhat mournful. "If you send them in, Prime, you're ordering a massacre."
"Massacre?"
Kup's optics narrowed. "The Red Wings take no prisoners, and they rarely distinguish between their objective or the innocent civilians."
"That's nonsense." Zeta Prime shook his head and handed the pad back to Kup. "Send them in, Kup. They're our best shot."
Kup accepted the pad without a word, leaving his seat and turning around to exit the Prime's office. "May Primus have mercy of your spark, Prime." He muttered as he left.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Weirdness abounds, implications of torture and gore.
Pairings: None. Nada. Zero.
Characters: Kup, Zeta Prime.
Summary: Kup and Zeta Prime have a little chat about the 'Red Wings'.
Notes: Fine bunny, you get a snippet. And that's all you're getting for now. Zeta Prime here is the Prime preceding Sentinel instead of the one presumably succeeding him. There's no Decepticon uprising yet so place this way early into the 'golden age' if you want. This is extremely short and just to shut Kup the frag up.
"Prime, I'm telling you this is not a wise decision." Kup frowned, re-reading over and over the instructions given to him. "You need to reconsider these orders."
"Kup," Zeta Prime turned around on his seat, facing Kup. "All other forces we've sent to deal with this problem have failed so far, our best bet is to bring them in."
Kup shook his head vigorously. "No, Prime, you don't understand!" The older mech threw the data pad back on the desk, leaning over it to face the other mech better. "You have no idea what you'd be unleashing. One of them works right here, he himself advised against summoning the Red Wings. Why do you think he'd do that?"
"Kup, would you mind to be clearer about this?" Zeta Prime fixed a glare on his tactical officer. "The team has excellent records. Albeit the amount of times they have been released is far smaller than I thought they would be, given their impeccable record."
Kup sighed heavily. "They are a last resort unit, Prime. And they are successful because... well, they leave nothing standing." The older mech dropped back on his seat, looking somewhat mournful. "If you send them in, Prime, you're ordering a massacre."
"Massacre?"
Kup's optics narrowed. "The Red Wings take no prisoners, and they rarely distinguish between their objective or the innocent civilians."
"That's nonsense." Zeta Prime shook his head and handed the pad back to Kup. "Send them in, Kup. They're our best shot."
Kup accepted the pad without a word, leaving his seat and turning around to exit the Prime's office. "May Primus have mercy of your spark, Prime." He muttered as he left.