OOC: Here's my post guys, will probably be my last before I leave for the convention this Friday. Have a great weekend everyone, & thanks Phoenix, glad you enjoyed the discussion with Megatron and Buster so far, hope ya like the next bit
Una wrote:
Blackarachnia screamed in agony. Her body couldn't take anymore, but she wasn't going to quit! To her, it was worth all the pain towards herself and definitely, towards Tarantulas! All this was his fault! His! If he didn't swarm into her thoughts like a virus, like a worm, she wouldn't be doing this! This was one of these times she hoped Arachnitron didn't try anything. She just needed a little more time.
The gun that she held was shot out of her hand by a shot from Arachnitron. She narrowed her gaze at Arachnitron, "You fool!"
"Cyberlink...Works...Both ways...I share her pain...No...NOOOOOOOOO!"
She was getting desperate now, "Then sever the link, Tarantulas! Save us both! Or, we both will go offline! Tigether!" She allowed her agony to echo inside the cavern. She couldn't take much more. Circuitry's were overloading and her computer was losing it's sight.
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No...No....NNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Tarantulas howled, the pain growing worse by the nanoclick, knowing he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer if Arachnitron didn't hurry up and end this witch's madness before she took him to the pit with her...WHY DID SHE HAVE TO MISS?!
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ARACHNITRON, BY UNICRON'S BEARD, KNOCK HER OUT NOW!!! I CAN'T! I CAAANNNNN'T! AAAAAAAAARGGGGGHHH!" Tarantulas screamed, desperate for an end to this torture, wanting to maintain his control over Blackarachnia and not let her get away with this betrayal, but also understandably wanting to live through this ordeal as well.
If Arachnitron didn't do something soon, he would either die with the wretched widow, or would have to sever the link completely to save himself, giving Blackarachnia exactly what she wanted...For the short space of time before he rendered her limb from limb for putting him through all this, again, assuming either of them survived. He found himself cutting the link bit by bit, as a last ditch effort to hold on a little longer, lessening the pain by weakening the link, but hopefully not enough to sever it and lose all control over Blackarachnia. It was risky, but Arachnitron was taking her sweet time following his orders and he needed to do SOMETHING to drag this out until the younger spider did what she was told already, and counteracting the pain Blackarachnia was inflicting on both of them was the only way to cope without giving in to her demands completely.
Alak wrote: "She's my go-to weapon for the big boys. She has the option to switch between thermal lock-on or laser guidance, and I have taken apart aerial drones with a single hit! The bulkier ones like tank-bots and such may require a few more rounds, but I certainly carry enough with me on the field to sweep them off the ground!"
Finally, he pulled out a short, serrated knife.
"If I ever run out of bullets and rockets, I could always resort to this. It's strong enough to pierce standard Cybertronian infantry armor and it can definitely cause of lot of pain to the poor sucker who gets stabbed by it."
He placed it on the ground with the rest of his armaments. Dealing with weapons was one of Buster's few redeeming qualities. He knew that he had to make himself seem intelligent enough with something in order to be accepted by this merry band of Predacons. Hopefully, this did the trick.
With arms folded across his chest plate, Megatron listened in silence as the llama showed off his admittedly impressive gun collection like a sparkling showing off his toys, or worse, a salesman making a pitch, glad that the feeble little mammal at least possessed a decent arsenal to compensate for his obvious physical deficiencies. However, despite approving of Buster's arsenal, it did however bring an all too important question to mind that needed to be answered, and returned his attention to the main reason why he called Buster here in the first place, namely, his dismal performance in the field.
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Well well, you certainly know your weaponry Buster, and extra firepower is always welcome here in my crew, Yesss. However, and you must pardon me for saying so, its just that, considering your impressive background as a weapons specialist, and the diverse arsenal you have here at your disposal, I can't help but wonder... " Megatron spoke calmly as he casually began to pick up and examine Buster's weapons one by one, starting with the rocket launcher, then the rifle, and the pistol, tossing each of them into Inferno's arms after he was satisfied with his inspection of each of them, until finally settling on the knife, which he ran his fingers across smoothly and delicately, testing its sharpness...Before throwing it right into Buster's foot so he couldn't run away as he yelled "
WHY DID YOU DISOBEY ORDERS AND FLEE THE BATTLEFIELD?!"
Megatron glared down at the little llama like he were a disgusting little scraplet that had crawled out from under the couch, a filthy vermin that had no business existing in the same space as his regal self, his hellishly red eyes boring into the llama's own like they could see into his very spark...And for all Buster knew, he very well could.
