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randomplaces2010-08-20 01:01 pm
random_xtras) wrote in randomplaces2010-08-20 01:01 pm
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ANH'verse. Millennium Falcon and space station. Smokescreens
"Whaddya mean, we can't dock!?!" Jetfire's bellow of frustration rang on the bridge. "Gimme a good reason! I know your boss!"
"No one is allowed to dock at the moment, sir," came the calm feminine response. "Please move your vessel out of our airspace, and have a nice oorn."
"Why you...!"
"Here." Arcee put a hand on his chest, though she avoided looking up at him. "Let me try."
Kia watched the older bots from where she sat strapped into a seat toward the back of the bridge, her wide optics taking in the subtle shifts of their body language as Arcee attempted to reason with the docking official and Jetfire continued to shout his objections to the femme's refusal to let them dock. The two of them were embarrassed about something that made their faceplates heat up whenever they looked at each other, and they seemed very angry at each other, but confusingly, it was also very clear to her that they liked each other a lot.
Browplates drawn together with confusion, she looked down at the black Minicon who was snuggled in her arms.
Murphy just shrugged, and then winced as Jetfire let out another bellow of ire.
"No one is allowed to dock at the moment, sir," came the calm feminine response. "Please move your vessel out of our airspace, and have a nice oorn."
"Why you...!"
"Here." Arcee put a hand on his chest, though she avoided looking up at him. "Let me try."
Kia watched the older bots from where she sat strapped into a seat toward the back of the bridge, her wide optics taking in the subtle shifts of their body language as Arcee attempted to reason with the docking official and Jetfire continued to shout his objections to the femme's refusal to let them dock. The two of them were embarrassed about something that made their faceplates heat up whenever they looked at each other, and they seemed very angry at each other, but confusingly, it was also very clear to her that they liked each other a lot.
Browplates drawn together with confusion, she looked down at the black Minicon who was snuggled in her arms.
Murphy just shrugged, and then winced as Jetfire let out another bellow of ire.
no subject
"You just now noticed?" Arcee snorts as she gently steers Kia and Murphy toward the washracks and the berth rooms. "I'd say having a joker like you on his station would probably about do it."
The flier scowls and turns toward the door. "Whatever. I don't need ta stick around and listen ta this."
"Don't let the door hit you on the skidplate on your way out," comes Arcee's parting shot as a door slides shut down the hall.
Jetfire goes >._.< and stomps out of the suite to go see when the 'Falcon will be ready for him to go.
And in another part of the station . . .
Rollbar looks up as a door opens for him. Right now he is investigating--
"Who are you?!? You're not supposed to be in here!" a masculine voice in the shadows demands as he walks in.
[Who? Me? Little ol' me?] Rollbar beeps back casually, not sounding fazed as he pauses in his walking and gestures at himself.
"Who sent you?!" comes the voice again, getting closer itself and threatening to put Rollbar into a corner.
[No one, obviously.] Rollbar would be 'rolling' his optics if he could.
"State your purpose!" The voice starts to lose its temper.
"You first!" Rollbar shouts in Basic, as he sets to spring.
"Huh?!"
"Raahhr! Eat slag, $%^&*&^% scum!" Rollbar leaps into action. Clang! Klung! CLANG!
"Ahh!"
The room fills with sounds of a Bulk taking steps back as metal pounds on metal. These sounds are eventually followed by sounds of aimless gunfire, footsteps of another Bulk, skillful gunfire, a pained Minicon groan, and--
Silence as the door to the room swishes shut.