Welcome back for round two. Over and Out.
-story-
Rumble watched the oldest and coldest of the trio, Dirge, as he strode to his target with a confident poise - that is until he was within arms reach of Flamewar. Then he stood dumbly, as if unsure how to interact but Rumble knew better. He quickly wrote down on the datapad every step the Blue and yellow jet did, down to the awkward scratch of his head.
Flamewar, the femme of infinate patience and equally as long determination, stared with narrowed optics at the mech who dared disturb her solitary state. Her cold brooding nature oozed when she slowly blinked back any frustration that might have been processing through her mind. Dirge took a deep intake of air - every eternal fan worked double speed - to keep his processors from overheating and very carefully side stepped around from Flamewars direct vision. He then turned, without a word and sat down next to her.
Flamewar didn't flinch, her head remained high, unnerving.
Dirge didn't flinch, his hands firmly rested on his knees.
Rumble didn't realise it but he braced himself for an outburst. Air intake took a sharp dive and his enternal wires rattled with nervous antipation. Thurst and Ramjet were the same, disbelieving of Dirge's luck to actually still be sitting next to Flamewar without already being hurled across the room.
Dirge takes a deep gust of air into his cooling system, tests his vocal box with a cough then opens his mouth.
'No.' Flamewar said suddenly, her voice cold and without any emotional attachment. Dirge, still staring away from her, as she was him, opened his mouth again.
'Stop talking.' Flamewar added unmoving.
Dirge, while only slightly agitated, took another breath only to be cut off again by more typical Flamewar rebuttels. Dirge spied his brothers across the room, both with infuriating grins across their smug face plates, and Rumble - sat eager to catch what next to do. A deep seeded fear began to tug at Dirge's spark. With well learned tact and refinement, Dirge stood up. Slowly at first, but then he spun around suddenly to face Flamewar. She didn't even bother to look up at him. Dirges engines roared with life - just enough to give him sound, not flight. A subtle tilt from Flamewars head, towards his engines proved to Dirge she was curious.
'Don't even-' Flamewar said, emotionless as the first time, but she was prompty cut short as Dirge combined his vocal processors and engine whirls to create the perfect pitch. The grating tune shrieked in echoes throughout the room and the decepticon base - like a poorly played violin was caught in the screaming throat of a human woman dying in agony but refusing to actually die. Let the bitch die already!
Many of the cons in the same room doubled over in fear at the petrifying sound. All except Flamewar.
Flamewar sat, red optics wide in fear and cup in hand, the energon inside shaking with her body and what it was currently experiencing. 'What do you want?' she finally said, her voice edgy and fearful but body refused to collapse in it. 'A date.' Dirdge said bluntly and unfrazzled by the sounds emitted.
'Done.' Flamewar said, she didn't even take time to think and in return, Dirge didn't need telling twice. He cut off his engines with a small smirk 'Tomorrow. 1700.'
Rumble gasped with amazement, or relief from the screaching engines. Whatever the reason, Flamewar - intimidating and cruel - agreed, and all Dirge needed to do was strike fear into her spark. The blue little con jotted down this discovery, hardly able to control his excitement. Dirge arrived back at the table in victory. Ramjet laugehd at his methods but Thurst sneered. 'Thats cheating!'
'Thats winning' Dirge corrected and sat down. 'Puh' Thrust sniffed and turned to Ramjet 'You're next.'
The black and white jet protected 'Why? Why me? You should go, you're older.'
'Slipstream is here! Air Raid...' Thrust cringed at the Autoscums name 'He's not here. We'll need to find him.'
'Logic. I ought to headbutt it right out of you.' Ramjet stood up from the table, however he didn't approach Slipstream straight away.
Rumble typed down "assess target before approach" right next to "approach with confidence." then he looked up to check what else Ramjet was doing which wasn't much. His advancement to Slipstream was slow -very slow - and cautious, if he could be any slower the turtle would already be married to her with nine kids and a tenth on the way. Rumble had to add to his list 'approach SLOWLY with confidence'.
Ramjet finally stood with the group Slipstream bantered to, pretending to have been there the whole time. A metallic white and powder blue medic looked at him with dark blue optics then she stepped aside so that he could join. Ramjet made a note to headbutt Vista Assist (OC) when he next got the chance. It was only then that Slipstream noticed him and stopped talking.
'What do you want Ramjet?' The green and violet jet snapped and folded her arms. 'I uh...' Ramjet stutted his words, then stepped to the middle of the group, facing Slipstream - his confidents was shot down in flames long ago. 'Get out. I am the centre of this story...'
'As morning rays of windswept fire embrace your spirited form...' Ramjet said quickly, his words spoken with a poetic air to that of Shakespears quality 'A raw desire to worship unspoken grace burns long within a spark.'
A few femmes in the circle eyes softened as their sparks melted with his passionate speech. Slipstream also had softened but she wasn't turning to mush just yet. Dirge and Thrust looked at each other, both wondering where the heck this smooth talker came from. But Ramjet pressed on, feeling energised by the awes of the group 'My soul does beat with yearning heat, the hours we spend apart, for your essence of evening stars inlove, thaws this lonely spark.'
Tears swelled in white medics eyes, and the awes of the girls within the circle drew attention from the drunk spider sisters. Blackarachnia approached in a dreaming trance, listening to the words spoken so well. He purple sister sighed and followed her enthralled to say the least.
'A hope of time with you spent once, I'll forever keep at nigh, so dreams of unequal radiance dance evermore within my spark' Ramjet finished with a slight bow and an extension of his hand towards Slipstream. By now the hardened con was melted butter but too shy to take his hand. That is until Blackarachnia sided up to him in a seducing manner 'I'll sh-pend time withs you...' she purred with a slur, tracig a hand across his wings. 'No. Let me... please' begged a khaki off-road femme, War Toil (OC), taking hold of his other arm and trying to draw him away. 'You don't want them...' Airachnid cooed, and climbed onto his back, her spider legs stroking any part they could get - she didn't appear as drunk as her sister. 'You really want me.'
Dirge stared, jaw gaped 'How is that even possible?'
'Thats it...' Thrust growled 'I forfeit. If dip-slag gets that response!' Rumble was very impressed and wrote down, the best he could, what Ramjet said, after rereading his words a few times he was confident it was right and good. He then looked up, buzzing to get more information. Fury's not doing to stand a chance when he works his moves and this is only the first impression.
Ramjet wasn't used to the attention and took his hand away from Slipstream to stop Airachnids insistant stroking. His action however looked like he wanted it more and this only enraged the violet and green jet, who screeched her anger. 'Get off him spider slut! ' with force Slipstream took Ramjets hand and dragged him towards her, Airachnid fell off with an angry grumble. 'He spoke about me, not you!' Slipstream added and stepped infront of her cassanova to face the disappointed girls. War Toilsobbed uncontrollably.
Slipstream then turned around to face Ramjet with an arrogant smirk, 'So ... what were you saying about me?'
'Would you, the most beautiful con on Cybertron-' Ramjet saw her face fall and corrected his mistake 'Most beautiful femme in all the cyberverse!' (Slipstream smiled) 'Do me the honour, nay the grandest priveldge of accepting my courtship and going on a date with me?'
Slipstream smiled, pretending to be shy and turning away to face her group only to see Blackarachnia held up a score card of 10. 'Alright. Yes.' She said finally, and Ramjet held his head just that little bit higher. Slipstream was still in a lovesick trance when he took her shoulders into his hands and leaned in. Excitement brewed and all her wires came alive, a moment of feeling eternal bliss.
BANG!
'Great!' Ramjet said, right after a precise butt to her head that sent her spiralling 'I'll see you tomorrow night. 1900.' Then he strutted proudly back to his brothers and a cheering Rumble.
Slipstream was left dazed, on the floor. Vista ran over to her and comm'ed to the Medical Bay 'Spectro? You on? Have a casual from Mess 5; Slipstream.'
'Mother?' Slipstream mumbled innocently 'Is that you?'
'No Slipstream. You have no mother.' Vista answered with a sigh 'Spectro? Who's on, frag it?! Hook? You there? Hooook?!'
'Peter Pan?'
'...' 'Knock Out?'
'Drunk fight?'
'Headbutt.'
A long sigh came from the commlink 'I'll send a drone.' Knock Out said finally.
'That was flawless!' Rumble chirped, showing Ramjet his data pad 'I got it all! Can't wait to try it.' Ramjet stared down at his sitting brothers, both looked disgruntled at the performance Ramjet pulled off.
'Jealous brothers?'
'Never.' Dirge said, confident he could do better. Thrust however was not so confident. He slumped over further, hating irony to its very core. 'You're up Thrust.' Ramjet laughed. 'Lets go engage the enemy!'
'I hate you all.' Thrust said 'I have no brothers.'
-authors note-
This first lesson was longer than I thought. So I've had to split it. Hope you enjoyed this as much as I did writing it.. at work... in a dead quiet office and sniggering or just typing with a huge grin - got a few strange looks.