Loyalty
G1 Rumble
It had been a while since he received a pair of pistols by Chromia. Today, Rumble finally found himself on the shooting range to try the new pistols.
He took his position on the shooting range and glowered at the targets in the distance. He took the pistols out of subspace and weighed them in his servos, looking them over critically once more. The Decepticon in him was still suspicious about the gift. Autobots giving Decepticons weapons as gifts just wasn't... Well. He shook his head and gave a little snort. "This is a fragging weird place!"
The prompt word "loyalty" flashed on his HUD again and he gave another snort, an irritated one this time. It was like all the prompts did anymore was mock him. "Can't you see I'm busy?" he snapped at the thin air.
He jerked up his right arm and fired three energy blasts in quick succession. "I'm plenty loyal, fraggers!" he shouted over the noise of the discharging pistol, "I'm loyal!" Rumble's engine revved angrily and he couldn't even say if he was more upset with the prompt or the fact that the pistol hadn't been rigged to explode, after all. His arm sank and he whispered with a static-laden voice, "I'm loyal." His digits clenched around the handles of the pistols, hard enough for warnings to pop up on his HUD. It did nothing but kindle that helpless fury that had been boiling in him ever since he first saw that horrible prompt. "I would be fragging loyal if there were anyone left to be loyal to, you fraggers!"
(OOC: Free for all)
It had been a while since he received a pair of pistols by Chromia. Today, Rumble finally found himself on the shooting range to try the new pistols.
He took his position on the shooting range and glowered at the targets in the distance. He took the pistols out of subspace and weighed them in his servos, looking them over critically once more. The Decepticon in him was still suspicious about the gift. Autobots giving Decepticons weapons as gifts just wasn't... Well. He shook his head and gave a little snort. "This is a fragging weird place!"
The prompt word "loyalty" flashed on his HUD again and he gave another snort, an irritated one this time. It was like all the prompts did anymore was mock him. "Can't you see I'm busy?" he snapped at the thin air.
He jerked up his right arm and fired three energy blasts in quick succession. "I'm plenty loyal, fraggers!" he shouted over the noise of the discharging pistol, "I'm loyal!" Rumble's engine revved angrily and he couldn't even say if he was more upset with the prompt or the fact that the pistol hadn't been rigged to explode, after all. His arm sank and he whispered with a static-laden voice, "I'm loyal." His digits clenched around the handles of the pistols, hard enough for warnings to pop up on his HUD. It did nothing but kindle that helpless fury that had been boiling in him ever since he first saw that horrible prompt. "I would be fragging loyal if there were anyone left to be loyal to, you fraggers!"
(OOC: Free for all)