Guarding my turf
//That's far enough.// Dreadnought lowered his cloak and watched as the approaching Decepticons pulled up with surprise and started checking their sensors.
He frowned inwardly at their confusion, mildly annoyed by seeing the effects of shoddy training. It looked like he wasn't in for a fight today.
Then he lifted a browplate as an acid green and silver mech with some sort of flying alt came to the front.
//Who are you to challenge our progress?// demanded the flier, sticking out his chest.
//Who are you to infringe on my territory?// retorted Dreadnought calmly, his faceplate expressionless beneath the visor that threw back the light of the unshielded sun.
//I am Stormcrow, Warlord of the Decepticons, and I recognize no claims to this territory but my own.//
//Warlord.// Dreadnought shook his head, then unfolded his EMP cannon from his back and wiped out the four mechs who'd thought to swing around behind him while their leader distracted him. //I don't think so.//
Stormcrow stiffened, his optics showing his shock at the larger mech's move. And then he was backpeddling as his gun folded out of his arm. //Who...?//
//They call me Dreadnought. Lord High Protector of Cybertron.// The cannon opened out on his chest, the inside of the barrel glowing as he prepared to fire again.
//Dread...!// Stormcrow squealed fearfully, then folded away his gun and cowered. //Please don't kill me, mighty lord Dreadnought!//
Dreadnought contemplated the smaller mech, seeing that it was common sense and not cowardice that prompted his actions. This was no back-biting, groveling Starscream.
He frowned beneath his visor as he turned his attention to the rest of the group. //Anybody else wanna dance?//
To a unit they folded up in their best attempts at zero gravity bowing. Ten voices roared their loyalty and allegiance to him over the communication channels, and many of those voices sounded glad to say it.
Dreadnought rolled his unseen optics, then pointed to Stormcrow, who flinched without looking up. //You're in charge. Take them over there to the base on Mars. There's energon and a barracks.//
//Yes, lord Dreadnought.// The flier straightened and started transmitting orders for the unconscious mechs to be gathered and brought along.
//Nobody sets foot on Earth. Do you understand?//
//Yes, lord Dreadnought.// Stormcrow winced as he was bumped into by a tawny femme, then shot her a look of relief as she signed at him swiftly.
//Get out of my sight.// Dreadnought watched them regroup and head toward the red planet, towing their casualties, then turned and aimed himself toward Earth.
He frowned inwardly at their confusion, mildly annoyed by seeing the effects of shoddy training. It looked like he wasn't in for a fight today.
Then he lifted a browplate as an acid green and silver mech with some sort of flying alt came to the front.
//Who are you to challenge our progress?// demanded the flier, sticking out his chest.
//Who are you to infringe on my territory?// retorted Dreadnought calmly, his faceplate expressionless beneath the visor that threw back the light of the unshielded sun.
//I am Stormcrow, Warlord of the Decepticons, and I recognize no claims to this territory but my own.//
//Warlord.// Dreadnought shook his head, then unfolded his EMP cannon from his back and wiped out the four mechs who'd thought to swing around behind him while their leader distracted him. //I don't think so.//
Stormcrow stiffened, his optics showing his shock at the larger mech's move. And then he was backpeddling as his gun folded out of his arm. //Who...?//
//They call me Dreadnought. Lord High Protector of Cybertron.// The cannon opened out on his chest, the inside of the barrel glowing as he prepared to fire again.
//Dread...!// Stormcrow squealed fearfully, then folded away his gun and cowered. //Please don't kill me, mighty lord Dreadnought!//
Dreadnought contemplated the smaller mech, seeing that it was common sense and not cowardice that prompted his actions. This was no back-biting, groveling Starscream.
He frowned beneath his visor as he turned his attention to the rest of the group. //Anybody else wanna dance?//
To a unit they folded up in their best attempts at zero gravity bowing. Ten voices roared their loyalty and allegiance to him over the communication channels, and many of those voices sounded glad to say it.
Dreadnought rolled his unseen optics, then pointed to Stormcrow, who flinched without looking up. //You're in charge. Take them over there to the base on Mars. There's energon and a barracks.//
//Yes, lord Dreadnought.// The flier straightened and started transmitting orders for the unconscious mechs to be gathered and brought along.
//Nobody sets foot on Earth. Do you understand?//
//Yes, lord Dreadnought.// Stormcrow winced as he was bumped into by a tawny femme, then shot her a look of relief as she signed at him swiftly.
//Get out of my sight.// Dreadnought watched them regroup and head toward the red planet, towing their casualties, then turned and aimed himself toward Earth.