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Post by Hot Rod on Feb 8, 2008 6:54:45 GMT -7
It turns out that I found exactly what I was looking for. The reunion was interrupted, right on time by a Decepticon: and an exceptionally stupid one at that.
I watched her move around inspecting her handiwork as though a simple airlock malfunction would take out me and Arcee. That made her cocky more than anything, probably thought she was really hot stuff to boot. Yeah, well I was about to show her a thing or two.
She flew through the air, a native trait of the Decepticons, and had her eye on the panel of the blast cannons. They were mounted in the hangar to fend off unwelcome ships that forced themselves into port, and probably thought they were good for a little target practice. Like hell was I going to let her get behind the trigger.
Running for the clearing I transformed. Robot mode, a dodge viper, 0-150 in a second then right up to 370. It was more than enough speed to cover the distance and take her out before she even processed me gunning my engine.
I cried out, "One more for the scrap heap!"
Launching myself from the ground I transformed again. At those kind of velocities it's not hard to get some serious air, and with all of that force behind me I launched headfirst into the Decepticon and slammed her into the wall.
When we came apart I fell for the ground and landed like a cat. The Decepticon... not so easily. As she picked herself up, her metal harshly scratched, I pulled my blaster on her head and pressed one foot on her back.
"Let me guess. You were in the neighborhood." Experience told me better. Don't romance it, Hot Rod, just pull the fucking trigger!
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