Blitzwing looked down at barricade, and back to twin strike " Fine.....but this....is far from over....." Blitzwing walked away....if he saw twin strike hurt in the field....he would let the 2 head rot. ____________ Smokescreen fell for the prank "What the.....but....who......oh it is on."he said as he gritted his teeth and made fists.
"Oh. Okay." He replied. "We'll settle this later...Blitz-Wing." He muttered. At least he knew the name of one of the "wing-guys". All that was left was Red-Wing, Blue-Wing, Purple-Kinda-Pinkish-Wing and... Scrap, forgot the others already. __________________________ Deep Dive went looking for his fellow crewmembers, his time of isolation had come to an abrupt end. He went mostly searching for Ultra Magnus, he had been wanting to talk to him about the training simulations for a while now.
Misfire simply stared at the padd in sheer annoyance and disgust put it subspace. "At least Screamers will be happy with the air contingent. It sounds like Megs is not expecting us to come back. I am so glad I got this transfer. It is going be blast well without any weapons involved."
Whirl saw the prank work from quietly looking out of the door. He tried to hold in his chuckle so he wouldn't have the kid go chasing after him. Man this turned out funnier then he thought. He went back into his room to get some early energon to drink to prepare for the day. "All righty then time to get the day started. He thought as he drank some of the energon. "I think I'll see how my fellow coptor bud Springer's doing. Maybe I can talk him into flirting with some of the femmes on the ship." ________________________________________________ Barricade then turned to Twinstrike. "Now don't make me catch you aruguing with our team like that again! Because I WILL inform Starscream." He then head towards the training room. Once he got there he grabbed a metal rod with iron spheres attached to the ends then started to do lifts. It helps ease his stress a bit which he needs in order to not get too frustrated.
Sireen smiled as his Medbay is set for some action to treat any and all injuries. Took some of the Energon of the dispenser and began to testing it for impurities of known to cause allergic reactions in Cybertronian life forms. Sireen absently leaves the Medbay doors open to see watch. "Not bad not great but little purification programs it can be better."
Whirl heard a loud knocking on his door. "Hey, open up!" It was smokescreen. Loud, angry, and embarrassed. ______________ Blitzwing got to the training room and went over to the punching bags. He was no pushover in terms of strength at all
Whirl turned to hear the anrgy pounding that Smokescreen was making. Guess it didn't take the kid long to figure out. He shrugged then not bothering opening the door he got near to the his side of it. "Can I help ya kiddo? Because in case you're asking I don't carry any of those gaming pads or whatever you call them that you're into so much." ______________________________________ Barricade looked at Blitzwing furiosuly punching the punching bags. As much as it looked ugly Barricade was grateful that the bruiser was putting his agression to good use. He then took a break then drank some energon. He figured he could talk to Starscream about perhaps having the team learn survival skills in case if they ever got split up or lost any source of tech.
The knocking stopped, and then smokescreen punch the door, leaving a large dent in the door "I SAID OPEN THE SLAGGING DOOR" he was furious, he was bullied when he was young, and wasn't going to tolerate it anymore.
Whirl jumped in shock. He didn't think the kid would get this furious. He began to wonder if he took the prank too far. Either way he didn't want to risk anything right now. "Yeesh all right already!" He opened the door revealing a pretty angry Smokescreen. "Ya know there's a better way to ask other then punching dents in people's doors!" _________________________________________________________ Barricade got back to doing the rest of the training room with the punching bags,jogging,just to name a few. Finally as he lifted the last weightbar he started to walk out of the room. "Make sure to bring the damaged punching bags to the closet so it can be repaired." He called out to Blitzwng before leaving.
Smokescreen entered, pure rage in his eyes "What's the big deal, huh?! You enjoy picking on young soldiers, huh?!?" Smokescreen was cornering whirl, he clearly was holding back a punch ________ "Fine......just expect that closet to be full...." Blitzwing said as he punched THROUGH a bag. He was going to based force to be reckoned with.
Whirl slowy backed away at the rookie in case he gets punched. Yeah this isn't one of his brighter plans all right and the situation shows it. "Well jeez kid can't ya take a joke? I mean c'mon it's not like you got hurt or anything right?" _____________________________________________ Barricade sighed as he saw the busted up punching bag. This is going to be a nightmare for the janitor. He walked down the hall back to his quarters to pick up some of the pads he's going to bring to a meeting with Starscream whom he hopes will happen. Starscream isn't exactly the kind of bot to really reaosn with often and he still wonders how he got into the position of commander let alone captain of this ship.
Smokescreen kept advancing, closed fists, and was twitching a little "It doesn't matter if I got hurt or not, what matters is that you show so little disrespect that you pull a prank like this before we even do anything remotely important to the mission."
Deep Dive came upon Smokescreen and Whirl in the halls, one ready to pummel the other. "Gentlemechs, please, I'm sure whatever happened here can be resolved through peaceful manners." He put his hands on Whirl's and Smokescreen's shoulders. "And if it can't, settle it in the training room's sparring ring."
Whirl for the first time in a while got a little nervous. The look on Smokescreen's optics told him that the kid's gonna do more then get payback. He had to think of something quick. He looked at his closet then he got an idea. "Hey kid before you put the beatdown on my optic why not at least help me look for some of my ammo in my closet?" He points to the closet.
"Yeah.....sparring ring....let's do that!" Smokescreen said. He was brave, confident, and he was already thinking of where to hit. ________ Blitzwing was done. He put back the bags, and went to look for where he could get a drink. "Man.....no chicks, annoying crew, and starscream.... I'll be surprised if I go more than 4 weeks without blowing my brain module out...."
Whirl was a little revlied at this. At least he can have the chance to strike back if needed. He looked at Smokescreen with a new found confidance. "Just make sure to watch for my moves because I'm not gonna go easy on you kiddo!" He poked smokescreen's chest. "You'll see."
Some screen was silent. He was more skilled than most thought. And he was quickly forgetting about the rules....on purpose. " Fine...."
"Have a nice day!" Whirl said as he turned around to walk towards Smokescreen's quarters. This day has gotten to be more interesting then he figured. He couldn't wait to tell Springer about it. Finally he reached to Springer's door then knocked on it making sure if he's in there.
Smokescreen went back to his quarters, angry, embarrassed, kinda sad. " I gotta pull through this... for optimis!"
In his private quarters, Jetfire was scanning pre-existing records from Cybertron's past explorers in the hopes of finding a decent lead to start their expedition off with. Unfortunately, he had already been to many of the recorded planets and systems, and as such he knew that they were far from suitable. To make matters worse, the rest of the crew were making quite the racket. Jetfire turned away from the display monitor on his desk and made for his thick steel door. It slid into the low ceiling at his approach. As he stepped into the narrow, brushed metal hallway outside, Jetfire was surprised not to find some kind of ruined equipment strewn along the floor. 'I must have a word with Ultra Magnus,' he thought curiously.
