G1 Blast Off / Unplugged

Aug 09, 2010 14:40

[Blast Off lies on the rock outcrop in the desert night, staring at the dark sky with the fake stars. They have to be fake, they can’t be real. If they were real, he could reach them ( Read more... )

physical, prompt: unplugged, g1 blast off

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twitchy_rotors August 9 2010, 17:25:12 UTC
//Hey, thrusters. Fraggin' Terrorcon ate one of my optics.//

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readyforliftoff August 9 2010, 17:58:50 UTC
[G1 Blast Off]

[Blast Off’s engine growls angrily when the comm-link opens.

His team mates really have an amazing timing. The moment Swindle finally stopped rambling about his emotional nonsense, Vortex just follows and doesn’t even give him a full cycle of silence.

Blast Off barely hears what the ‘copter is saying, the voice alone is reason to be irritated. He snaps:]

// What do you want?! //

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twitchy_rotors August 9 2010, 18:05:46 UTC
[Vortex huffs; this wasn't the response he'd expected.]

//Terrorcon,// [he says, emphasising each word as though Blast Off had a sudden attack of processor decay.] //Ate. My. Optic. And my visor, the fragger. Cyclonus tied me up and then that scrapheap broke into the brig and started chewing bits off me.//

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readyforliftoff August 9 2010, 18:16:16 UTC
[G1 Blast Off]

[Another growl, deeper this time, a sign for growing annoyance.

Blast Off understood Vortex’ words quite well, he just doesn’t care about his optic, or visor or whatever. He imitates Vortex’ tone when he asks anew:]

// What. Do you. Want?! //

[If the ‘copter isn’t in danger, he’ll just cut the comm…]

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