Waspinator (
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re_alignment_logs2012-08-22 12:48 am
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WHO: Waspinator and Vandal
WHERE: Just outside Vector's temple.
WHEN AT SOME POINT.
WHAT: Waspinator's life sucks no matter where he is.
WARNINGS: Vandal's mouth. Robo guro.
Waspinator was... Really, really lost. He didn't want to admit it, but after zipping out of Solus's temple in beast mode he'd quickly become disoriented and currently? Had no idea where he was. The layout of this Cybertron was unfamiliar, and Waspinator hadn't bothered to ask for directions before taking off.
He hadn't exactly thought this out ahead of time.
For a while he simply drifted, looking for anything that might spell out familiarity, until he finally caught a glimpse of movement far below him. A boxy looking humanoid doing... Something? It's enough to catch his attention, bringing him lower to investigate.
WHERE: Just outside Vector's temple.
WHEN AT SOME POINT.
WHAT: Waspinator's life sucks no matter where he is.
WARNINGS: Vandal's mouth. Robo guro.
Waspinator was... Really, really lost. He didn't want to admit it, but after zipping out of Solus's temple in beast mode he'd quickly become disoriented and currently? Had no idea where he was. The layout of this Cybertron was unfamiliar, and Waspinator hadn't bothered to ask for directions before taking off.
He hadn't exactly thought this out ahead of time.
For a while he simply drifted, looking for anything that might spell out familiarity, until he finally caught a glimpse of movement far below him. A boxy looking humanoid doing... Something? It's enough to catch his attention, bringing him lower to investigate.
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"What th- oh. FUCK NO!" Damn it! She scrambles for her helmet, clipping it on over her head and getting her plasma cutte-
No.
The Line Gun. This requires heavy duty. She sorely wishes that there was less space between the temples because Drift is still on his way...
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It doesn't look like any weapon he's ever seen before, which is why he doesn't react with sudden fear.
Instead he flies closer to get a better look.
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NOPE.
What was that about moderation and self control? Not when giant fucking bugs are approaching.
She lets loose, habitually and fortunately for Waspinator, she aims for the limbs.
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Waspinator shrieks in surprise and pain as he staggers back, suddenly down several legs thanks to... whatever kind of gun that fleshybot is weilding.
"STOP! Fleshybot no shoot Waspinator!"
Maybe if he can grab his legs and make a bee-line (ahah) for safety he can make it out of this relatively intact.
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It's that guy.
Fuck.
That... unfortunately doesn't really stop her.
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In short order Waspinator ends up on the ground in a twitching pile of his own bits and pieces, groaning pathetically.
"Stop! Waspinator surrenderzzz!"
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It did just say it gave up. How is it still making noise?
She slides into her half-built house long enough to fetch a bottle of something. Cautiously approaching the pile of twitching parts...
And sprays them with Raid.
Yeah. There we go.
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But then Vandal comes back, holding a can of something and.
Oh.
Waspinator splutters and shrieks, twitching feebly in a big nasty pile of failure.
"Stop it, stupid fleshybot! STOP!"