1145/Just call me

Cast of Characters: | First Aid, Repugnus, Starlock, 138

**Repugnus has posed:**
Repugnus is already here, resting with his back against a wall and sharpening his claws on a cyber-emery board. A cy-gar hangs from his mouth, smoking as he takes a draw from it.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid shuffles his feet as he heads down. "I think you two can handle it." he says. "You know Im no good at fighting."

**Blades (138) has posed:**
"So much noise lately you think we have cons slumming about." , Blades says as he makes his way in, interested to see what goes down. Spotting Aid he nods to the mech before moving to a spot he can watch from.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock stocks into the training simulator suit, an optic ridge twitching over her glasses, and something of a wide, deta filled sinister grin on her face. All of her frame was stiff and rigged, after all, she did have to report to the Rodion defence post later on in the solar-cycle.

      Her taloned fingers were twitching rather rapidly as she stormed over to the simulator controls, not acknowledging the other bot just yet, (Or those that came to watch for that matter!) and got them set up as well as setting up her Radio, which was playing her familiar loud metal/rock-esk genre music. She'd then took a deep vent and stormed out over onto the field, /waiting/ for Repugnus to step onto the field, folding her arms behind her back.

      "When your ready, Private."

**Repugnus has posed:**
The Monsterbot watches with an ever-growing smile as others arrive. He checks his systems and battle CPU. Gotta get science to upgrade his systems since Garrus-1 all but throttled them. A fanged smile breaks out over his hideous face--in robot mode. Very quickly, it's replaced by the leering face of his Gremlin altmode, "Of /course/, ma'am," he sounds irreverant, "Ladies first."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid nods back to Blades. "Kinda wish we did." he says. Now thats strange for him. "Would give them something to let out their aggressions on."

**Blades (138) has posed:**
Blades nods again, "Yeah would be easier. But then we're better without tossing others into the pit fights. Least the damage won't be permanent."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid winces. "Yeah I agree. I've seen those up close." participated but hes not moentioning it. "They can destroy you in more ways then the physical." he shivers, watching the two.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "...If you insist" She'd say, that grin still on her face as she presses a button on her belt that disengages the lock for her auxiliary tank hose.

      Her pede booster then blast on and with a streak of purple light behind her, she'd lunge full force at Repugnus, she'd zip right past him, and go into a roll, transforming into her alt-mode and firing that new canon of hers at him.

**Repugnus has posed:**
Repugnus /has/ fought in the pit, with his life in the balance. This? This was barely worth the time. Something to amuse himself while things fell into place.

As Starlock transforms and slams into him with her nova cannon, leaving a smoking crunch in the side of his head, he hisses laughter, "Yessss! Go for it!" The gremlin begins strobing his brightly lit optics, one color, then another, and another, faster and faster, "You'll like this... all the pretty colors..." he begins cackling, "Watch 'em closely..."

**Blades (138) has posed:**
Blades crosses his arms, "Yeah terrible things, worse was what the arenas were made from before they settled in Kaon. Hunting them down with Sentinel was certainly no picnic." Watching the fight he says, "This is better than just tearing at eachother atleast."

**Repugnus has posed:**
"Oh? Am I a Private?" Pug's clearly not taking this seriously, "They keep begging me to come back, I have no idea what the frag my rank is. Wake me up when I'm Prime."

**Starlock has posed:**
     The lights were annoying especially given she needed glasses, but she wasn't going to let it affect her too much, she'd speed across the field and transform back into her robot mode, skating around the field as fast as she could, keeping her distance, now that she's blasted a hole in the gremlins armor, this was going to be so much easier for her.

      She'd pull her dual pistols from her belt, spinning them on her fingers before firing off rapid purple plasma energy shots off at the gremlin. "Pay attention." She'd snap.

**Repugnus has posed:**
"Fight in the pit first," Repugnus chides, "You wouldn't last a nanosecond." This place, his nerfed condition, all of it leads to one clear conclusion as the mock battle plays out in his mind--he's going to lose. Sure, this femme will feel a sense of victory. He'd expect nothing else. He'd had many losses, but survived to live another day. That's what he was, a survivor. Repugnus opens fire on Starlock with his all-but-throttled venom laser. /That/ annoyed him. At one time, his venom could burn its way through armor. Now? Prison had done with that, and the Autobots were not so eager to restore it. So, he'd find a way to get it done himself. He fired on Starlock, "Come get me, babe!"

**Starlock has posed:**
     The shot glances off Starlock's armor, and she just barks a bitter laugh. "I've been held captive in a decepticon prison and tortured by Buzzsaw, your 'pit' doesn't mean /scrap/ to me." She'd chide, a strange gleeful manicness to her tone, she was angry, and she was enjoying this, the yellow glow from her optic L.E.D's that simulated pupils were glowing much bright then normal against the rest of the lower purple layer.

      "And since when did this become a who-has-it-worse woe-is-me pity party?!" She'd snap as she sped along the training arena, she'd slip away her pistols and pull out her dual blades igniting the energon blades as she went to quickly swipe them at Repugnus's exposed wires under his frame, in a very quick surgical fashion. "Don't. Call. Me. Babe." She'd snarl.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid continues to watch, nodding in approval "doing good, Starlock, but you better pull back before it gets out of control." he seems worried for her.

**Repugnus has posed:**
Repugnus tumbles as the medic cuts right through wires. Pain. Glorious pain. It rips through him. His systems don't alarm him. This is play. Isn't everything? "Okay...babe," his vocalizer strains to form the words. He stands and transforms, "What do I have to be sad about?" he asks the question almost rhetorically, ""I've got it. All." he cackles, "You're enjoying this, aren't ya? Enjoying the thrill of ripping through another Cybertronian. Yer a medic, sure, but deep down, you got the same aggressions as the ground pounders. Wanna cut me to pieces?" he spreads his arms. I'm right here."

**Blades (138) has posed:**
Blades shakes his head but doesn't comment. Looking to Aid he says, "Looks like she can handle herself well but Repug is showing how he got his rep."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Don't know! You're the one that brought it up like some sort of badge of honor that's meant to degrade me." She'd retort, sliding back and pulling her auxiliary tank hose out, injecting the needle into one of her lines as she cycles the energon back into her systems.

      "I am not a nice person, nor do I pretend to be one." She'd grin sinsterly. "I /gladly/ admit to the fact I enjoy beating the tar out of aftholes that think it's fun or cute to hurt others~" she'd chuckle. "So do not, /ever/ push my limits again, do you understand, private?!"

**Repugnus has posed:**
Repugnus grins, wider and wider. He stops to take a drag off his cy-gar and contemplate life. He smiles at that sinister grin of hers, that bare admission. He walks over to her, leans in, uncomfortably close, "Nice to finally meet you," he says in an equally sinister tone, "The /real/ you. Looks like I'm not the only monster here."

**Blades (138) has posed:**
Blades leans against the wall noticing the fight seems to have slowed down. Unless one of them decides to make a move he would call the fight a draW. He shakes his head while muttering to himself, "Well thats no surprise from the monsterbot."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock glares up at him, and gives a sardonic smile. "Hi there, the 'real' me is sick of you disrespectful crank-case suckers taking advantage of me." She'd then suddenly whip around and bring one of her pedes in a bid to kick him square in the face with the boosters still activated.

      "Get used to it." She'd state coldly, regardless if she hit or missed. "Just call me Sir." She'd add in reference to being called by her proper rank.

**Repugnus has posed:**
"Me? When did I--" \*\*WHAM\*\* Pug goes flying to the ground, "WOOOH!!" he calls out, as if he's the one in victory here. He gives one of his wicked grins, face dented, "Good one. Sir." he makes Sir sound like an explaitive and spoken so casually there's no respect, or rank, in it. He takes a draw off his cy-gar once he gets up, and turns to walk off. He stops. "I'm still up for that drink, babe. See ya at Maccadams. HAHAHAHA!"

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock tsks. "Disrespectful Slag-head." She'd huff, pulling her stave from, her subspace, and pressing the button that extended it from it's folded state. "Not a fat-primus-given chance!" She'd call, She would then lean on said, letting her systems catch up to her, and letting Pug walk away.

      She was gripping her stave /tightly/ as she stood there, shaking some, partly form the fact her cooling systems hack kicked in, in a bid to attempt to cool down her armor which had gotten hot from how angry she was... She'd then glance to blades. "Too much?" She'd ask with a raised ridge.

**Blades (138) has posed:**
Blades watches Pug leave before looking to Starlock, "Not when it comes to Pug. You got your point across. Though how he will act later will be seen." Shaking his head, "The mechs a good one in his own way but rather he get under cons skins than everyone here. Just takes a few whacks to the head before he respects anyone, ever. Unless he hides it."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock lets out a huff, and nods at Blades. "...I know I should feel bad about the stuff I said, but I don't." She'd admit, thinking about it, and they were not exactly... False.

      It all left her feeling relieved and at the same time, confused, she'd scratch at her face plate. "And the fact I indulged in his depravity.. But I don't." She'd state once again, trying to sort out her feelings internally. "...Also I didn't know I could get my leg up that high." She'd start cackling.

**Blades (138) has posed:**
Blades chuckles, "Yeah that was a good move, sometimes using anger can help learn things. Why I'm sometimes in the thick other than being in the air when ordered." Shifting his blades to his arms he backs up and swings a bit, "Better to not be surprised by certain sides of ourselves, long as we aren't as bad as some cons or thing possibly worse."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock stares at blades like he just laid down some Yoda like wisdom, and blinks her optics... It was okay to be angry, that was something she did not realize she needed to hear. "...Yeah, It's... about using it responsibly, right?" She'd ask, tilting her helm as she watched blades.

**Blades (138) has posed:**
Blades puts weapons away before he nods saying, "Thats what others have told me. Sure I have been known to spill energon but that was before being in the security details during Sentinels time. But I'd rather not be a butcher like those in certain places. I joined to protect not to kill unless deemed necessary, which I hope is rare."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock again nodded, lisaning , before she glanced down then back up. "I've.. always been a bit... Scared to use force on anyone except enemies, who are literally a risk that will hurt innocent people if I don't, but.. Well, as Repugnus so gracefully brought out." her optics would settle into a half-shuttered position.

      "I don't like striking people outside of battle, and believe it should only be use for defence." She'd sigh. "I'm scared of being seen as, or actually being, abusive." She'd explain, eventually straightening up her posture. "...Even if it is Repugnus, who needs slapped upside the helm." She'd grumble.

**Blades (138) has posed:**
"Sometimes it is what's needed. But if you don't feel its what you want to do then don't force yourself.", Blades replies. Thinking for a bit he adds, "Then let it be for defense. But the old saying is sometimes the best defense is a good offense. Everyone has their own way of doing things. Besides don't want to let the anger overcharge a few lines."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock cringed, but nodded. "It's definitely something for me to think on." She'd look at the exit of the training simulator. "...Which I think I'll do in the medical bay, until I'm deployed to Rodions defences." She'd nod, picking up her little radio, turning it off before heading for the exit, using her stave as a walking stick, she'd then glance back and smile at Blades

      "Thanks, Blades."

**Blades (138) has posed:**
"Your welcome, Starlock.", Blades replies, smiling, "Whether I'll be deployed to Rodion will be seen. But know I'll be ready no matter what happens."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock nodded, and headed back out, making her way for the medical bay, a statsfied, and much more relaxed look on her face.