Mech with a Mouth

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moesaurus:

Deathsaurus scowled at the substance on his face, and ran his hand down it to try and wipe some off - only to find it was sticky glitter.  Great.  He considered running them both through and being done with the pests once and for all, but his thoughts were interrupted by two jets flying above them.

They flew off, and were soon joined by a larger party, who began to land and transform.  A few laughed among themselves, and he heard a couple make comments about the ‘little fight’ and the ship nearby.

“Looks like the hyenas might be after that carcass of yours,” he said, lifting his sword to point in the direction of Drift’s ship.  “No surprise there.  Opportunists always want what isn’t theirs.”

Perceptor grimaced a little.

“You know, for the radiant example you try to pass as, you should learn some manners. She’s way better than when we found her, just in need of a paint job.” he checked the riffle. “Also they’re not very likely to let you off either. I seem to recall they were double that number before your cute squad wiped one of their hideouts…”

Also it probably wasn’t in their best interest to run around siding with Colonel of rather infamous in mercenary circles MSS. Then again this particular group wouldn’t let either of them go, so even if the subject came up in any decent company they had a good excuse… actually a few good excuses, including their weapons.

One of the bigger jets stepped up in front of the group, looking down at the trio from the pile he stood at.

“Have a deal for ‘ya, Bots. Why don’t you leave the ship and Colonel, and we’ll let you go your merry way with whole your frames in tact?”

‘Bots’? /Drift perked up at the sound of that word, clearly offended by it and glared at the mech who seemed to be the leader of the company./ I feel hurt! Now this is degrading, being called a petty ‘Bot’! Pfeh. You clearly don’t kno-

/The other mech to the leader’s right stepped forward and cut in with a spiteful smile./

Don’t be too cocky and make fancy monologues, we know who ye are. Red ‘knight wannabe’ freak and his dead partner, Prime’s dogs fer hire. Yer quite a duo. Why don’t you just spare yerself the trouble, run back to yer boss and wag yer tails like good puppies.

/The rest of the band started laughing which wiped off Drift’s usual smile from his face. He bit his lower lip and glared daggers at that bunch of idiots forgetting about Colonel completely for a moment. Those rats apparently needed someone to show them their place. Which was six feet in the ground./

My, my~ /Red vented deeply, hiding his face in his hand./ Seems like everyone are lacking manners these days. /He relaxed and lifted his head up with a sweet smile./ I’m normally not really interested in pest extermination because it’s unbelievably boring but today I think we will make an exception~ ♪ 

/Red idly looked at Deathsaurus hoping he caught his drift and he jumped forward towards the group of mercs. They quickly drew their weapons charging against the smaller planning on just crushing him with their number. The group quickly split up to get to the Perceptor and Deathsaurus as well, wanting to take them all out as soon as possible./

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moesaurus:

Deathsaurus sneered at the comment about Thundercracker, but didn’t say anything in response.  When Drift fired into his legs, he felt momentary pain from the gunshots, but focused instead on his opponent.  He turned, hearing Drift unsheathe his sword yet again, and Deathsaurus met him head on, advancing on him.  His blow came down hard, using his superior strength, but Drift was quick and blocked them. 

He continued advancing on Drift, pushing him back, and periodically, his sword would land a cut on Drifts armor, not that the mercenary paid much notice.  He moved in close and their swords slid together in a screech of metal.  He brought up his left fist quickly, and simply punched Drift harshly in the head.  The force of the blow made the mercenary stagger a bit, and Deathsaurus came at him again.

“You talk too much,” he said, bringing his sword down, only for Drift to block it once again.

The next moment something hit his forehead rather hard, and enough to throw him back a couple steps. Larger than a regular bullet but missing a tip that could penetrate armor, the vessel broke upon hit, raining small, sticky, glittering powder on Deathsaurus’ face.

“Like you’re one to talk…” the sniper slid down the debris, to stand next to his partner; rifle, curiously, rested upon his shoulder. “I would strongly recommend a short ceasefire, unless of course you prefer surprises, that possibly include getting shot when the third party arrives.”

/As soon the bullet hit the target Red jumped back and hid Wing’s longsword instantly, turning to his partner with a childish glee, wiping off his face some of the green energon./

Have you seen me being awesome? Come to think of it - I could use more explosives hmmm…. /He tilted his helmet pondering about it for a second until the rest of Perceptor’s message got to him, distracting momentarily./ Third party? Why? You invited someone?

/Drift turned around carelessly and wandered off a bit to get his other sword from the ground, looking over to Deathsaurus from time to time. As soon he picked up his blade the silence was interrupted by two fliers circling above them twice before they backed off, probably to regroup with the rest of their band. Drift smirked to himself./

Oh, I see. This third party. I thought those hyenas were long dead, hah! Who would’ve guessed that still there are some rats left around.

coolandcruel:

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Tsk. Tsk. Someone is really touchy~

But I apologize. That was mean~

An’ someone be stickin’ their nose where it don’t belong. J don’t want yo apology. 

You’re hurting my feelings Jazzman~ I was just interested in a small talk~

moesaurus:

Deathsaurus felt the cuts to the inside of his legs, but he ignored them.  He turned his head and saw Drift sheathe one of his swords, and go for a gun instead.  While Deathsaurus’s armor was thick enough to hold off blaster shots for a while, after a while it wouldn’t feel pleasant.  So instead, he decides to rid the other of the weapon entirely, shifting and slinging his sword up quickly, simply cutting the weapon in two in Drifts hand.

He then cam back around, aiming to slice Drift along his throat, but Drift was quick, and had his sword up blocking the move.  Even with the gun ruined, he was wary; he knew Drift had a number of various weapons at his disposal.

/Red slid to the side throwing the leftovers of his gun away. Colonel just liked breaking his toys, didn’t he? He jumped back to keep the distance between them and he stuck his sword into the ground, taking more relaxed stance./

You’re not bad! /Loud clicks escaped his frame when he started stretching like this wasn’t a serious battle but a friendly sparring./ Too bad you’re not that fun~ It’s no wonder that you need a clown in your team like Private Skittles! Hahahaha.

/In an instant he jumped forward empty handed or it looked like that. Charging right onto Deathsaurus’ sword. With a smirk he dropped down, sliding under the blade when his opponent tried to cut his head off again. His chin brushed against the blade and Deathsaurus could catch the glimpse of Drift’s annoying smirk before he disappeared below him. Right before the slide Red took out another pair of pistols and fired a round of bullets right into the freshly made cuts on Colonels legs. That should hurt enough. He rolled on the ground afterwards to easily jump back on his feet and throwing the guns away he took out his big sword from his subspace attempting on piercing his opponent through./

coolandcruel:

botofbanter:

You and a mishap? Sounds unbelievable. /Chuckles/ But then, what else you can expect from Prime’s loyal doggies~

It’s amazing you get anything right hahaha~

… Now ya just pushin’ all the wrong buttons Red. Ah aint in the mood.

Tsk. Tsk. Someone is really touchy~

But I apologize. That was mean~

coolandcruel:

botofbanter:

Oh, now did you? I wonder what that is~ Your lost technicolor bird?

Ya stupid tool. Ah just had a little mishap. 

You and a mishap? Sounds unbelievable. /Chuckles/ But then, what else you can expect from Prime’s loyal doggies~

It’s amazing you get anything right hahaha~

coolandcruel:

botofbanter replied to your post: So, Jazz. How do you feel about Thundercracker getting away?

Oh my~ Someone sounds upset. /Chuckles sweetly/

‘Ey look. J just found somethin’ to make everythin’ better~

Oh, now did you? I wonder what that is~ Your lost technicolor bird?

( I’m sorry that Driftu went hiatus without notice ;; I had some problems with writing lately with all my chars and trying get back on track. If I forgot any tags or you want to do stuff - shoot. I love you all, just so you know~ )

bountyology replied to your post: Howdy, Red. Hows the bounty hunty going fer ya?

Heh heh. Theres always the critics of our line of work, right? Well, when ya get free hands, do contact me. We should meet up sometime for a drink.

Are offering me a date? Why I’d be honoured Locky. Can I invite my partner? They say the more people - the more fun~