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[ajrimmer_ssc]

WHO: Rimmer, Lister for a bit again, Starscream.
WHERE: All over the place.
WHEN: Wednesday night, 7 July, after dark.
WARNINGS: Nah.
SUMMARY: Well that would be a spoiler, kids. >:D
FORMAT: Teal and Bitsy Deers.

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I will probably not get to tag again until tomorrow night. damn late -> early day shifts :(

[loltraitorlol]

A thousand human hands gripped his shoulders and smothered his face, pulling him down under a sea of stinking unwashed bodies as he tried to scream, tried to struggle, and then all of a sudden they all started singing Kenny Loggins.

What -

Initializing boot sequence.

His vision swam into focus, diagnostics scrolling across his eyes as he blinked, trying to comprehend what was going on.

... cell...

He groped around his night-stand, knocking over a few odd trinkets and half-scribbled ravings before he finally got his cell phone.

"H'lo?"

He rubbed his optics, his diagnostics telling him that yes he was at roughly 95% power and that he shouldn't be this tired, and that also that supposed late afternoon quick recharge had turned into a full-on sleep cycle. He promptly told it to shut up.

"Lister? Wh-"

It was at that point that his system forcibly jump-started, energon injectors shooting pure energy into his system as he sat bolt upright.

"He's WHAT?! ... OF COURSE I WILL, YOU DOLT!" he shouted, throwing off his covers and

THAT'S OKAY I still love you <3

[ajrimmer_ssc]

Oh, Rimmer would survive, but that didn't necessarily apply to Lister's bike. Since he'd been traveling along at a fair clip (close to seventy on surface streets was foolish, reckless, idiotic, and, he was astonished to discover, actually a little bit exciting), that suddenly dead engine and that suddenly punctured tire did him no favors. Physics, that cruel bitch, kicked him in the head. There was a loud bang as the tire explosively depressurised, and the handlebars yanked painfully to one side. But that was okay, because the rear wheel had just locked up as well

<3 <3

[loltraitorlol]

Starting wars - it's what Starscream does.

Casually, almost lazily, he landed, then pointed a single finger at the Land Rover, shooting yet another violet beam at the vehicle. The alarm was silenced.

Then there was the whole 'now what'? He churned it over in his head, thinking. What would a leader do?

But maybe that wasn't the right question. His overclocked processor clicked over the possibilities, and he came, for once, to a slightly different and perhaps more difficult question.

What would a friend do?

He had no idea.

He'd have to improvise.

"You," he hissed, "are going no further. You are going to sit right here on the curb, and you may either sit in silence or speak to me, but in any case you will not continue with what you were going to do."

His eyes narrowed. "And that means even if I have to shut you down temporarily. I do not wish to take such a course of action, but I will, and you know that I will."

SORRY couldn't TL;DR at work :V

[ajrimmer_ssc]

Several lights turned on in the block, and a few heads poked out of windows...but seeing Starscream firing violet bolts out of his hands and a man with tattered clothes but not a scratch on him crawling out of a dent in the building really put a stop to idle curiosity. Even the Land Rover owner didn't protest other than a quick "Hey!" which was cut off as he took in the scene and fled back into his apartment.

On his hands and knees, groaning in pain (it still hurt like hell, even if it left no lasting mark), Rimmer eventually raised his ringing head and looked at his friend. His eyes were...well, Starscream, you've probably seen this look before in the mirror.

"Get out of my way," Rimmer snarled weakly, trying to push himself upright. "You have no idea what I'm going to do, so get the smeg out of my way."