The payback begins...
*Deep within the Decepticon base...*
*Motormaster is still storming through the base, although he hasn't smashed any more inanimate(..?) objects since that table. He's headed inexorably toward the level the Stunticons have claimed as their own since it has a hangar compartment large enough to stage races in. It is the garage area of this space that is his goal, where the sound of metal being tinkered with can be heard. He slows his step as he reaches the hangar entrance. Surprisingly, he can move quietly when he wants to. He approaches the garage in this manner, moving ever closer and soon able to hear the voices speaking within.*
[Breakdown] I think you should give it a rest, Drag Strip. I don't know what Starscream's on about but I don't think being divided right now is a good idea.
[Drag Strip] Since when have we NOT been divided, you dolt?! It's time for a new way of thinking, and I've got a better sense of things than you ever will!
*Motormaster's voice rumbles forth* I think you have NO SENSE AT ALL, DRAG STRIP!
*The yellow race car suddenly finds himself being grabbed by the back of his neck and hauled right out of his seat, the energy blaster he was adjusting falling to the floor. Motormaster kicks it away and switches hands to turn Drag Strip around. He leans his face in close, optics glaring into Drag Strip's suddenly wide ones. Yet the car hastily recovers and glares right back.*
[Drag Strip] Come to bully again, Motormaster? Congratulations on surviving Starscream's attack. Pah! That was pathetic of you to be beaten! Or did you just let him win to make him feel better, still knowing neither of you are very good warriors? Great scream, by the way. *smirks sarcastically*
*The smirk is instantly wiped away as Motormaster turns and slams Drag Strip flat onto his back upon one of the worktables. The yellow Decepticon grunts but then sneers.* No humility for you after all, huh?
[Motormaster] SILENCE! Like you have room to talk! *He tightens his grip around Drag Strip's throat.* You need to stop runnin' that mouth of yours, and today's the day to LEARN!! *He lifts Drag Strip again and turns, taking two strides before slamming him into the wall with enough force to make the panels buckle.*
[Drag Strip] ARRGH!
[Motormaster] I am third-in-command AND I'm still the Stunticon leader! You'll answer to ME and you'll OBEY my commands! The Stunticons will stand against this Pit-forsaken trick Starscream has pulled!
[Drag Strip] D-Didn't look like a trick from where I was standing!
*Motormaster turns and hurls Drag Strip at Wildrider, who had the misfortune of standing nearby; they are both knocked to the floor.* And where were you cowards when that happened?! Were you afraid to fight him? At least I stood up to him, which is more than I can say for you, Drag Strip, hiding down here like you were! *He stomps over to the two. Wildrider hastily slides away under another table and stands up again on the other side, glancing from Motormaster to Breakdown, who leans with uncertainty on a tool rack -- only to have to scramble out of the way as the truck sends Drag Strip flying into said tool rack.*
[Breakdown] Er-- *Is immediately silenced as Motormaster glares at him. He cringes and ducks down in a hurry lest he be next to catch the race car in the torso.*
*Drag Strip attempts to gain some footing amidst the tangle of pipes formerly making up the rack and the wrenches it used to hold. Discreetly he un-subspaces his gravito-gun and shifts his free arm to push himself up. However, he wasn't discreet enough, as he finds when he turns his head that the barrel of Motormaster's atom-smasher rifle is directly in line with his face.*
[Motormaster] You know even on the lowest charge, at this distance, your face'll be scrapped before you can even aim that.
*Drag Strip re-subspaces the gun and places both hands flat on the floor.* So, what're you gonna do to me, then? Just keep tossing me around here? Do you want to KILL me or not?! Good way to render Menasor completely ineffective! *He keeps on rambling, willing his gun to unsubspace yet again at his far side.* You seem to be doing more thinking than usual, but you're still missing the obvious!
[Motormaster] And that'd be WHAT, in your rotten little processor?
*Instead of answering Drag Strip shoves off the floor with both hands, one grasping the gun in a nanosecond. He comes up with a slight twist of his body and fires, hitting the side of the rifle. The jolt knocks it from Motormaster's hand and the effect of the gun itself sends it high out of reach. It *clacks* against the ceiling and stays there. The yellow race car then scuttles backward and to the side, careful of the mess on the floor and making sure to get out of Motormaster's immediate range.*
*Predictably enough Motormaster draws his sword from subspace. Unpredictably, he hefts it like a javelin and hurls it at Drag Strip's head. The race car ducks, but the hilt clips his shoulder on the way. Motormaster lunges across the way to follow up with a punch as Drag Strip regains his balance. The gun flies from his hand, and he's out of defenses as the truck pummels him repeatedly. Motormaster then grabs Drag Strip's left arm and twists it behind him at an awkward angle, causing the joints to spark and the yellow Stunticon to yelp, then growl, in pain.
[Drag Strip] S-so...I still wanna know...What -- RRK! -- n-now?!
*Motormaster shifts his footing and slams Drag Strip into the wall a second time, face first this time and leaving a dent to match the other side. Yet he releases the race car, letting him slide to the floor, elbow joint still sparking.*
[Motormaster] Now you all SHAPE UP and NEVER disobey me again! Starscream will pay, and I'll make sure of it with or without you wretched excuses for warriors!
*Motormaster is still storming through the base, although he hasn't smashed any more inanimate(..?) objects since that table. He's headed inexorably toward the level the Stunticons have claimed as their own since it has a hangar compartment large enough to stage races in. It is the garage area of this space that is his goal, where the sound of metal being tinkered with can be heard. He slows his step as he reaches the hangar entrance. Surprisingly, he can move quietly when he wants to. He approaches the garage in this manner, moving ever closer and soon able to hear the voices speaking within.*
[Breakdown] I think you should give it a rest, Drag Strip. I don't know what Starscream's on about but I don't think being divided right now is a good idea.
[Drag Strip] Since when have we NOT been divided, you dolt?! It's time for a new way of thinking, and I've got a better sense of things than you ever will!
*Motormaster's voice rumbles forth* I think you have NO SENSE AT ALL, DRAG STRIP!
*The yellow race car suddenly finds himself being grabbed by the back of his neck and hauled right out of his seat, the energy blaster he was adjusting falling to the floor. Motormaster kicks it away and switches hands to turn Drag Strip around. He leans his face in close, optics glaring into Drag Strip's suddenly wide ones. Yet the car hastily recovers and glares right back.*
[Drag Strip] Come to bully again, Motormaster? Congratulations on surviving Starscream's attack. Pah! That was pathetic of you to be beaten! Or did you just let him win to make him feel better, still knowing neither of you are very good warriors? Great scream, by the way. *smirks sarcastically*
*The smirk is instantly wiped away as Motormaster turns and slams Drag Strip flat onto his back upon one of the worktables. The yellow Decepticon grunts but then sneers.* No humility for you after all, huh?
[Motormaster] SILENCE! Like you have room to talk! *He tightens his grip around Drag Strip's throat.* You need to stop runnin' that mouth of yours, and today's the day to LEARN!! *He lifts Drag Strip again and turns, taking two strides before slamming him into the wall with enough force to make the panels buckle.*
[Drag Strip] ARRGH!
[Motormaster] I am third-in-command AND I'm still the Stunticon leader! You'll answer to ME and you'll OBEY my commands! The Stunticons will stand against this Pit-forsaken trick Starscream has pulled!
[Drag Strip] D-Didn't look like a trick from where I was standing!
*Motormaster turns and hurls Drag Strip at Wildrider, who had the misfortune of standing nearby; they are both knocked to the floor.* And where were you cowards when that happened?! Were you afraid to fight him? At least I stood up to him, which is more than I can say for you, Drag Strip, hiding down here like you were! *He stomps over to the two. Wildrider hastily slides away under another table and stands up again on the other side, glancing from Motormaster to Breakdown, who leans with uncertainty on a tool rack -- only to have to scramble out of the way as the truck sends Drag Strip flying into said tool rack.*
[Breakdown] Er-- *Is immediately silenced as Motormaster glares at him. He cringes and ducks down in a hurry lest he be next to catch the race car in the torso.*
*Drag Strip attempts to gain some footing amidst the tangle of pipes formerly making up the rack and the wrenches it used to hold. Discreetly he un-subspaces his gravito-gun and shifts his free arm to push himself up. However, he wasn't discreet enough, as he finds when he turns his head that the barrel of Motormaster's atom-smasher rifle is directly in line with his face.*
[Motormaster] You know even on the lowest charge, at this distance, your face'll be scrapped before you can even aim that.
*Drag Strip re-subspaces the gun and places both hands flat on the floor.* So, what're you gonna do to me, then? Just keep tossing me around here? Do you want to KILL me or not?! Good way to render Menasor completely ineffective! *He keeps on rambling, willing his gun to unsubspace yet again at his far side.* You seem to be doing more thinking than usual, but you're still missing the obvious!
[Motormaster] And that'd be WHAT, in your rotten little processor?
*Instead of answering Drag Strip shoves off the floor with both hands, one grasping the gun in a nanosecond. He comes up with a slight twist of his body and fires, hitting the side of the rifle. The jolt knocks it from Motormaster's hand and the effect of the gun itself sends it high out of reach. It *clacks* against the ceiling and stays there. The yellow race car then scuttles backward and to the side, careful of the mess on the floor and making sure to get out of Motormaster's immediate range.*
*Predictably enough Motormaster draws his sword from subspace. Unpredictably, he hefts it like a javelin and hurls it at Drag Strip's head. The race car ducks, but the hilt clips his shoulder on the way. Motormaster lunges across the way to follow up with a punch as Drag Strip regains his balance. The gun flies from his hand, and he's out of defenses as the truck pummels him repeatedly. Motormaster then grabs Drag Strip's left arm and twists it behind him at an awkward angle, causing the joints to spark and the yellow Stunticon to yelp, then growl, in pain.
[Drag Strip] S-so...I still wanna know...What -- RRK! -- n-now?!
*Motormaster shifts his footing and slams Drag Strip into the wall a second time, face first this time and leaving a dent to match the other side. Yet he releases the race car, letting him slide to the floor, elbow joint still sparking.*
[Motormaster] Now you all SHAPE UP and NEVER disobey me again! Starscream will pay, and I'll make sure of it with or without you wretched excuses for warriors!