shitposting rave 2, electric boogaloo

Oh no, you might have to learn something new about your limits. Truly a horror worthy of Axij himself.

 

Nichrome is good captain, Life Support's practically crewmates with me through Jetski, and smelting pits will freeze over before Swiftwing figures out Cybertronian bureaucracy. We're safe =]]

 

-he sniffs again, although there's a noticeable shiver in his frame-
Well! You see what I have to deal with. No wonder no one feels safe expressing the slightest negative opinion aboard. This is why I have to retreat to a place like this!

 

I need the money!

 

No no, I don't think he'll learn that easily. Let me rise above my station some more and just cut his fuel off entirely. Then there'll be more for the rest of us! Surely he will gladly join me in fasting for the good of the crew since he is such a great appointed faction leader, isn't he?

Funnily enough plenty of people feel more than fine complaining to me because I tend to be fair and consider other people's positions.

 

So you sell yours!! Will do whatever I want with mine >=[[[ It's mine.

 

No, I mean-

You up for buying?

 

If you think I believe for even a picosecond that you're fasting for the good of the crew, your processor is looser than I thought already! You truly don't know anything about leadership. Corrupt leaders don't do such things.

As for cutting my fuel - well! You'd be taking it out of the intakes of my faction, then, because the official representative must be able to function. If you care so much for the crew, you wouldn't want to do that.

 

...not right now, no. Maybe later.

 

You don't even do anything. You're the worst diplomat in the goddamn world. I'd be a better diplomat than you, and I once punched a turbofox!

 

Correction: I once punched a statue I thought was a turbofox. Not my proudest moment.

 

I'm quite capable of shuffling around the beaurocracy of fuel allotments at a slight inconvenience to myself to make it so you don't get fuel and all your mechs still do, Oar.
Don't take me for an idiot. I've gone without so many things in my life and I've had a thirst for making the privileged go through the same lack for so long you absolutely underestimate just how much joy it would bring me to starve together with you if only to see you starve.

 

Even if I were to believe your accusation (I am accounted a wonderful diplomat on Obrizon, and the opinion of engineering staff doesn't change that), I would still be a better diplomat than you, because you can't speak. How do you expect to negotiate anything that way?

 

In writing.

 

-he snorts-
Oh, please. This is obviously a display of bravado and Cybertronian brutality. We all already know how savage you warmongers are - it's what got us into this mess in the first place. We civilized mechs must clean up your messes in the greater galactic sphere.

And you think other diplomats would be willing to wait for that? How long do you think you have, on time-sensitive negotiations? No one wants, well. Someone like you representing them at the negotiation table.

 

I-

I-

 

I can do comms! That's faster than talking!

 

I propose a challenge on who is more savage between you and me after a few cycles of going without. I can guarantee you will be trying to wrestle me to the floor to syphon my fuel within the week and I will laugh and then we'll see who between the two of us is savage.

 

Easy. If they don't want to wait for the writing, shooting them is even quicker.

 

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