shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

-lesson learned. don't let a troll charge you head on. the crushgaunts did get her in a better position than she could otherwise be in though. jame lets go and rolls off her back. one, two, huff and up onto her feet. she waits for oneira to collect herself as well-

 

But the war isn't over. I'm just not sent to battlefields directly now. We kill specific people! [This is said like a point of pride. Thunder. Thunder you are missing the point again.]

 

Doesn't ever get tiring though? Not that I am complaining.

Its partly metal, a little bit of plastic, tubes and whatnot. Helps retain the human form.

 

@Mettaton EX
You remind me of a performer I know back home. Could you sing? Or do you just dance and strut your stuff?

 

-smooth plating- [We got to deliver a big bomb once! i got to help build! ...don´t eat [Commander name] He protected us even if he´s got no wings]

You make the big weapons! I got to put one together once it´s was amazing!!!! [Commander Name] said Lord Soundwave protects bugs!

[No leaving!] -groom clicklicklick-

were told to wait. Would be needed again.

 

The writing is because we have a reason to fight. We fought for equality and for the rich to stop using everyone else as tools. We fought against the Primacy and the oppressive religious ideals-... We fought for freedom.
Once, 7 million years ago, I was owned. Now I am captain of a diplomatic vessel and representative of the Cause to the galaxy. And if I was indirectly responsible for millions upon millions of deaths along the way then that makes me a monster, but at least I am free now.
The way you were treated is wrong and it should not be something permitted under the Cause. I am sorry it happened. Nevertheless I urge you to read this. Because no Decepticon should be ignorant as to our roots. That your handlers [She spits the word like a curse] neglected your education this way is cruel and abhorrent.

 

-looks curious- What is it? Is it a textbook?

 

I WAS A GHOST BEFORE ALPHYS MADE ME A BODY SO I COULD BE A STAR!

NO! THE STAGE IS MY LIFE!

OF COURSE I CAN SING -sings, he sounds pretty good but also pretty drunk.-

 

"Why am I so very unsurprised by the fact that this happened?" Ford makes a face. "It's almost like sapient beings are universally shitty to each other even when they're supposed to be fighting for freedom and justice?"

 

"Holy shit, what happened in your dimension to make you say things like that?"

 

[She is... so charmed by this bug...]
Really? I'm very proudof the world destroyers. Even though these days I mostly make smaller discreet weaponry, given the whole peace time thing.
Lord Soundwave does indeed protect beastformers often, as far as I can tell. He is very kind.

 

Ford shrugs. "Well, there was Hitler, but that was before I was born. Then there were the Illuminati and the Reagan campaign and they killed my lovers and 'accidentally' blew me into another dimension where I raised some hell and met this lovely lady, then I found my way home and my brother and I decided to take our families and live like we fucking seceded up in the hills, and Trump won anyway, and then he finally found somebody who's worse than Putin to deal with, although I bet he didn't grab her in the pussy."

 

Yeah sort of. More a philosophical than a technical one however.

Please do not talk of things you do not understand. We lost our way, this does not mean I will allow organics to slag talk what I swore my life to.

 

<What's he look like besides no-wings and probably legs?>

'Stop using as tools'-- [he hisses.] Good job!

[Calm down. Be a Good Example.] ...don't read, yet. I can get Stream or Glow to, maybe.

 

(And their handlers have been saying that the war isn't over yet. Hills-and-Sky.)
Ah yes, the old "everyone not for us is against us and needs decimated" spiel. (If she had eyelids, she'd be closing them, but she rubs the bridge of her nose again. She has the nagging feeling that outright telling them that their handlers are liars who will never pay them won't go over well. A different approach is needed.)
Any interesting tastes you got out of it, at least?

 

That feel when you realize bitchy cynicism doesn't look good on someone.

God. Damn.

 

[She looks honestly distraught, even with the mask on and all. Miserable. Her voice is very quiet.] I know... I know.

... I could... recite it? I know the first edition by spark...

 

(Windshear almost comically deflates)
Have a good eat! I just like fighting. Fighting's fun and I'm bored out of my damned frame. Fragging layovers.

 

"I'm not slagtalking your philosophy; it's probably wonderful." Ford sighs. "It always is. It's just the nature of sapient beings--organic and mechanoid alike--to read things like 'as I have loved you, so you must love one another,' or 'O You who believe! Enter absolutely into peace. Do not follow in the footsteps of satan. He is an outright enemy to you,' as instructions to go forth and kill everyone in their path. I have nothing against your philosophy. Freedom and justice are worthy ideals. People are just very bad at living up to them."

 

(Oneira bounces back up, still grinning, and rotates her shoulder a little.)
Cmon, being a gentletroll -- gentleperson? -- ain't gonna get you laurels on the battlefield.
(She charges again, but this time the shoulder-charge is a feint, the actual plan is a hit with her fist if Jamethiel tries to tank her again or throw her, and with the elbow if she decides to dodge.)