“Well aren’t you a patron of integrity today.” The Eradicon mused silently. There was this lingering idea buried under everything else…”I do have a suggestion, but I would rather not….” He was practically a sitting duck now, though he did not want his own idea to come into play. “But what I will do is give you the honor and advantage of choice.” Perhaps Rabblehouse had something under his sleeve. Nightraid couldn’t hog all of the luck, could he?
“Well, can’t get a straight yes or no if you keep it all secret n sneaky.” he lightly pops his hip, tapping his heel, or rather, bouncing his wheel in mild curiosity. “So pray tell enlighten me; what’s your idea?”
"If you insist…" Hm. Scarlet optics drifted and scrutinized at their surrounds. The wind brushed passed the trees, making them shudder as their foliage rustled. Large flocks of weavers dove and moved fluidly in the air before landing on a nearby tree. Small…agile birds. Aha! “Whoever snuffs the most weavers within the course of thirteen astroseconds wins. Alt modes are permitted. There is only one, fairly simple rule: do not attack your opponent. Adhere to that regulation and I shall do the same. I assume this to be as fair of a game as I imagine it to be.” He might actually have some fun. Nightraid extended a servo. “Agreed?”
front—line—gunner started following you
“As if my day couldn’t get any peachier.” The ‘Con grumbled sarcastically. “What the frag do you want, Autobot? Luckily for you, today is one of my lethargic days. Lest you would have had your spark blown out by now.”
;Rolls optics, smirking; Awww, heh so glad that I could make your day even better for ya. ;snorts; I don’t want nothin from ya. ‘Sides you’re the one who followed first, an of course it’s only reasonable I follow back, jus to see what you’re up to. Hah really? Wow lucky me huh? ;Waves servo in a dismissive way; Say what cha want I’m not scared by your petty insults, I’ve already had those thrown at me before. S’all the same.
“I am sure you are.” The Eradicon’s optics narrowed at the ‘Bot’s sass, visor darkening. He did not like that. He cocked his helm. “To my dismay, I am bound by similar morals; therefore I am also forced to speak with you, you piece of Autobot shit.” Nightraid optic twitched with annoyance and he snarled, “Now who said I intended to ‘scare’ you? Oh, now we’re one in the same, aren’t we.” But it was said with all sincerity, he was treated similarly amongst his ranks. But then again, Axel was an inferior Autobot, so that didn’t apply.
[But before I go, I owe replies to:
Tell me if I’m missing you, or if you’d like to get something going again!]
[*going into my drafts to look for threads*
front—line—gunner started following you
"As if my day couldn’t get any peachier." The ‘Con grumbled sarcastically. “What the frag do you want, Autobot? Luckily for you, today is one of my lethargic days. Lest you would have had your spark blown out by now.”
He shuddered awake, sensing another over him. his one optic fluttering open, the dual pupil focusing on the face over his own, it taking the helidrone a while before he remembered that face. “<I’m.. doing well, sir… just tired, very tired..>” he mumbled.
“<how.. are the others? how mm… many losses? did we.. succeed in defending Darkmount?>” he didn’t know, he truly didn’t know, all he knew was that the fortress was under attack, and to have the fusion cannons crash down on top of oneself..?
He was one of the few lucky drones that got out of there alive.
A scarlet optic band flashed with relief as Roose’s optic came online. “Hm…That’s the spirit.” Though he doubted Roose was feeling as well as he claimed he did. Nightraid felt guilty that he had Roose, now believing that he should have let the mech rest, though he knew that he could not. "Though I am afraid I cannot allow you to rest for long, that is far too risky. If you are in any pain, do not hesitate to tell me." Nightraid was glad that the mech had made it out alive at the least.
His visor dimmed. “No more than what should be unusual.” He fell silent again at his inquiry. “No. Darkmount was destroyed. The Autobots have reassembled. The Prime has returned. Predaking is nowhere to be found.” Nightraid stopped himself and shuttered his optics, chanting in his mind that this was not helping at all. You clumsy old fool…He was supposed to be comforting the drone, for Primus’ sake! But…hejust did not know how to do that, especially in this situation. Nightraid rumbled and drew back his servo. “I’m sorry….this a horrible way to start your time here, isn’t it?” He gave a bittersweet chuckle. “I hope we can make it up to you in the future.”
[FRICK. Gotta go now! I don’t know when I’ll be back T3T]
fluttersinmytank started following you
Nightraid glanced up from his datapad at the fellow Eradicon, preoccupied with scrolling through a list of areas and departments he must patrol. He uttered a polite greeting that probably came off as a bit rude."Hello…may I help you?"
Lighten up, they said. Stop glaring at people past those shades and take em off for once, they said. Try to smile, they said.
But the lights are starting to hurt my eyes…, he said.
.[Damn, my muse is fucking with me now]
His optics flickered open briefly…
they managed to get the mask off, but one of his optics was still malfunctioning… whatever hit his mask must have crunched it hard enough to affect the underlying facial plates.
He was still in a dizzy stupor.
unaware of how much of his body was really damaged still.
But he did recognize the Medic across the way, attending to other drones at present.
A servo reaches out for one of the Eradicons standing at the door way, looking in with so much worry in his stance and posture, his silent plead for comfort, company, goes unheeded, and the limb flops down limply.
He would have tried again, but he knew the effort would’ve been futile… the others were there, worried about their own friends, brothers, lovers… not for him.
He accepted that. He only recently transferred, and was the shyest of the heli-style Eradicons.
He could wait until someone he knew came along…
Someone who cares will be by shortly…
It seemed as if it was the ignition of another golden age with Darkmount standing near the ruins of the enemy’s HQ. A new, devastating winged weapon had been introduced to their cause in light of Shockwave’s return. However, their glory was short lived. However, the Autobots were brewing again- back in the game. They were scattered and in dismay with the loss of their Prime.
Darkmount was under siege. Nightraid had been assisting the Eradicons that worked to neutralize the two Wreckers, Bulkhead and Wheeljack. Reports chimed in that Arcee and Bumblebee had made their into their citadel. Shockwave soon arrived on the scene, and Nightraid was assured that the two were to be taken care of.
Then in a sudden flash, Darkmount was rubble- fallen as the Autobot HQ was.
Nightraid stood aside as the medical officer worked on repairing the injured drones, comforting them and tending to their injuries in the best way of his ability. Those who had operated the fusion cannon…if not offline, were in grave condition. He postponed his own treatment, having only sustained a few nicks here and there, perhaps one or two gashes that were not deep to the extent of emergency. He was aware that others were more in need of the assistance. His optics slowly drifted from one damaged drone to another…until he spotted a familiar helidrone.
"Roose?" Nightraid came to Roose’s side, inspecting the degree of the trooper’s injuries with concern. He growled. If he’d known that he was one of the drones caught in the mishap with the fusion cannons...”Stay with us, alright. It will not be long until we have you fixed…” He spoke lowly but softly as his servo rested on the other’s shoulder. Nightraid couldn’t help but stare at the gouge with worry. It was beyond his ability of repair and all he could do was offer his company. Though, the similarity was striking…He was silent. Snapping out of his trance, he quickly filled in the gaps. "How are you coping?"
[Hmmmn I’ve got quite a lot of work to get done on this account. I’ll get to replies right away!]