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G1 Chromia
The shooting range is devoid of it's archetypical sound effects, nothing but bluebird twitters and the gushing of wind through trees to be heard. The sky is less than promising; any sign of blue kept well concealed behind a thick curtain of dirty grey clouds. Still, for some reason she cannot fathom, Chromia finds herself out here. And ( Read more... )
The shooting range is devoid of it's archetypical sound effects, nothing but bluebird twitters and the gushing of wind through trees to be heard. The sky is less than promising; any sign of blue kept well concealed behind a thick curtain of dirty grey clouds. Still, for some reason she cannot fathom, Chromia finds herself out here. And ( Read more... )
[The bulk of Blast Off’s alt-mode casts a shadow over the trees and his engines roar loudly before he transforms and the mass shifting sets in. He lands in front of the shooting range.
Staring at the boulder, he reads the rules quietly.]
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[He huffs, faintly amused.] So he didn’t even hit the target? [So much for improved skills…]
[Activating his cannons again, the begin humming, but the sound of the left one quickly changes into a whining screech. He deactivates them instantly, cursing unintelligibly to himself before he answers:]
He mentioned it a while ago…
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Can't remember whether he hit it or not... Was a tad more concerned with the gaping hole after all.
*At the cannon's newest unhealthy sound, she frowns slightly.*
Outta curiosity, do those fire cartridges or energy blasts?
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He probably missed. [Laughing quietly, Blast Off needs to remind himself that he’s talking to an Autobot, even though it feels weirdly like talking to one of his team mates - just without the annoying prodding and poking. And it’s somewhat nice for a change to talk to someone who isn’t either Vortex or talks about the ‘copter all the time. Though, he still keeps his scanners on her movements.
The cannons generate a clicking noise when he moves them back and forth.]
Energy blasts. [He says and knows that he probably shouldn’t tell the enemy about his weapons.] It spares the weight of extra ammo when I get into space.
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Must be great to have such faith in your comrades aim in battle.
*Her optics then lock back onto the cannon.*
Know you said you didn't want my help. But think there might be somethin' blocking the barrel? Maybe a slipped piece of metal plating or dirt. *She raises one shoulder in an idle shrug.* Just a thought. It's happened to my photon blaster dozens of times before. Somethin' surprisingly easy to overlook actually.
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Oh, it is. [He says sarcastically.] It makes a battle so much more entertaining, because you never know if you’re the next. Probably one of many reasons this war is still going…
[He shakes his head.] Can’t be. I have scanners for that… And I actually know what it is, it’s just difficult to take care of. [Without damaging his thrusters at the same time at least. He really should have taken a look at his cannons after his crash.]
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Heh. Guess those're the top two benefits and fall-backs of inbuilt weapons huh? Easy to analyse damage. Difficult to fix.
*At the war comment she huffs, faceplates scrunching up into a sour scowl and arms crossing.*
War seems to have come to somethin' of a standstill here. *She rolls her optics, snorting derisively* Peace treaty. Yeah. I'm sure that'll last. I give it another vorn. Maybe two.
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[He closes the panel and his wing flaps back on his leg. Reaching for another tool, Blast Off opens the circuitry at the other side next to the cannon.]
Kind of… Would be too easy if there were only advantages, wouldn’t it? [He says idly, ignoring the light snicker. It’s somewhat surprising that there seems to exist an Autobot who doesn’t believe in this truce as much as he does. His tone changes slightly, still mainly blank, though with a faint underlying bitterness when he carries on.]
A vorn is too optimistic for a race which almost destroyed its own homeworld… [It’s the scientist who speaks rather than the Decepticon.] In this time we’ll probably already managed to wreck this world.
[Even though Blast Off dislikes anything organic, he learned to respect working ecological systems.]
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Careful there Sunshine. Your optimism is blinding. *Her helm cants back slightly, smile tilting to a grin* And here I figured I was cheerful. You must be a riot at parties, huh fella?
*She gives another dry snort.*
Though you are probably right. We already fragged up one world. Can't see why we wouldn't manage it again. *Her shoulders then rise in an idle shrug.* But who knows right? Maybe the motivation of havin' nowhere else to go to will keep us in line this time.
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[He gives her a look, his expression unreadable. Now she’s talking exactly like Brawl, except for the word ‘optimism’ which Brawl certainly doesn’t know. Blast Off doesn’t answer the party-question as there’re only wrong answers to.
Working at the last parts of the circuitry, he resets his weapon system and still keeps quiet. The Autobot probably doesn’t know how right she is when she says “nowhere to go’; with this place not having an open sky…
He closes the other panel and stands up, looking again at the Autobot.]
Your name?
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She temporarily distracts herself by fidgeting with the console's dials. Her optics then flicker back up when he finishes with his cannons and stands upright. Slag he's big. She quirks another dry half-smile at the question.*
Chromia. You?
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[He heard that name before, probably Swindle mentioned it, or Vortex, Blast Off isn’t sure.
Handing back the tool-kit, he nods once more, and answers shortly:]
Blast Off.
[There is no point in denying an answer, if she already knows Swindle, it is easy for her to find out.
Then, he steps a few feet back, increasing the distance to her, and activates his cannons which hum quietly this time. He nods in the direction of the console.]
Could you activate it?
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Huh. Makes you the third Combaticon I've gotten here. Your team must be big into gun-based TLC huh.
*She plucks the data-pad she'd been previously reading from the fence's top and leans back against it, optics flitting down.*
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[He shrugs.]
Guess they call us ‘Combaticons’ for a reason… [That this name equals a bad reputation is something he doesn’t mention.
Giving her another brief look, he tries to remember what Vortex told him about her. Blast Off somehow hopes that this is not another one of the ‘copters frag toys. It would be a pity, since Blast Off somewhat respects her - as much as Blast Off is able to respect an Autobot that is. He shrugs it off as he decides that it’s something he doesn’t want to know.
Powering up his left thruster first, he checks if it’s still working after he messed with his leg and is positively surprised when it does. Then he tests his cannons, shooting twice with each of them, he no longer misses the targets, but the noise they’re making is still louder than usual. This is something he can take care of later, though, when he isn’t that tired.]
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*Her optics lazily trail down the data-pad's text, hardly skimming. The slagging thing expresses weapons engineering in the most convoluted of terms; something she's really not bothered enough to wrap her processor around right now.
With a quiet huff out through her nose, she places the data-pad back atop the fence and extracts her own machine gun from her subspace, along with some fresh ammunition.
Time better spent hittin' targets.
She notices his improved shots out the corner of her optic while moving to the front of her own shooting point, inserting the ammunition belt into the guns feed tray.*
Don't mind me. Just gettin' some of my own TLC.
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[Changing the setting on the console to the highest speed, range and trajectory, he waits until the target isn’t visible anymore and only his scanners tell him about its position. He fires only the left cannon and hits.
Noticing that the Autobot apparently rather shoots at things than reads, he asks slightly amused and before he even thinks about it:]
Difficult literature? [Blast Off instantly regrets it, though. The last time he asked the same he needed to explain the relativity of time to Brawl… it was a futile attempt.]
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