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[Closed] how was i supposed to know to not make fun of his face?

Who: Bumblebee (TFA), Whirl, Rodimus, Cyclonus, Rewind, Ratchet and basically every Autobot on this damn ship
When: Moments after this post, people are welcome to react to the noises of bullets and screaming.
Where: Nomo Deck, rooms 20+21
What: Bumblebee called Whirl a lamp, and Whirl reacted by breaking down the walls dividing their rooms with bullets to murder Bumblebee right in the face
Warnings: Robot violence, but nobody is gonna die

[The sound of muffled bullets and screaming echo through the deck for a few moments before Bumblebee crashes through the door of his room in his altmode, wheels skidding and squeaking on the floors. Behind him the wall separating the neighbouring room is blown clean off, the clanging of bullets and gunpowder billowing through the now open door.

Bumblebee knows he's fragged if he's caught by this maniac, so the plan is to not get caught.]

Frag! Can't you take a joke?!

[His wheels scream as he starts to race down the narrow hallways, hoping the other Autobot struggles to catch up and he has time to get away.]

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[In a normal situation, Whirl would say he's perfectly capable of taking a joke. That said....Some things are not really very good jokes, and Whirl is not laughing.

Whirl is not particularly fond of how short everything is in this ship because it makes everything harder to get around. Mostly it makes Whirl actually have to duck down once he's blown a hole in the wall, and then when he realizes the damn bot's already gone and broken out into the hall, Whirl turns and heads out his own door instead.]

Can't you try staying still? Doesn't need to be for long!

[Whirl can't exactly change in this hallway, but Whirl is, however, fairly fast, and very large, and probably is somewhat terrifying tearing down the hallway, rotors whirring and guns clearly active and ready to fire again once he's sure he'll hit.]

[ Rewind was booking it for Bee's quarters the moment he saw the lamp quip. He knows Whirl and there's no way this is going to end well. He'd been hoping to preempt Whirl's arrival and maybe try talking him down, but by the time he gets there, Bumblebee's already speeding away in his alt-mode and Whirl is striding after him. Rewind's suddenly reminded of footage of a stork chasing a frog.

He stops, turns on a dime and runs after Whirl, waving his arms. ]

Whirl! Whirl, stop! It's not worth it!

Whirl, are you listening to me? Don't murder the spare Bumblebee!

[ He's recording this. Just in case. It might end up being evidence in yet another damned murder trial on this ship. What's it with the Moira and murders? ]

[ These hallways were so not built for a bunch of cybertronian ruckus. Rodimus narrowly avoids T-boning Bumblebee as the smaller mech zooms past the hallway he was driving through, and he skids as his wheels don't grip the floor. Rodimus sideswipes a wall, just narrowly avoiding a head-on collision, and slams to a halt in front of Whirl's approaching chicken legs. ]

Whirl! Calm down!

[ Holy slag. Okay, he can handle this situation. ]

He didn't know any better!

[ Let's be real, Rodimus will totally drive into Whirl's legs to stop him. ]

[Cyclonus hasn't been doing a lot of moving quickly for the past several weeks, but today he's gathered together all his energy and willpower in order to run. Not run as quickly as he usually would, but... run all the same.

He figures he owes Whirl enough to try and keep him out of the Moira's prison.

He just has to... get there...

His momentum is interrupted when he has to flatten himself against the wall as a tiny yellow car speeds past him. He manages two more steps towards Whirl - oh there's a red blur there as well, is that Rodimus, he's having difficulty... seeing...]

Whirl... don't...

[His vision fills with bright spots of light then goes completely dark as he collapses face-first onto the floor with a loud clang.]

[Ratchet hears the ruckus--hard not to, honestly--and the direction in which it seems to be proceeding, so he folds down into his alt mode and books it back around to a cross-corridor, using the end of his transformation to kill the last of his momentum before he spills out into the hallway as he brakes, then skids to a halt on both boots. He scowls at nothing when he hears Cyclonus go down with a rattling bang and drags in a cool vent of air in preparation as he watches Rodimus nearly skid out before he steps into the fray, leaning down swiftly to scoop Bumblebee up onto one hip, putting his solid grounder's weight in between Whirl and the much smaller Autobot.]

ALL RIGHT CAN WE ALL KNOCK IT THE HELL OFF FOR A SECOND.

[It is not really a question. His voice is a bellow in his best no-nonsense listen-up-or-else field-medic tone, the one he carefully crafted to carry over screams, bombs, and the crack of gunfire. He glares up at Whirl, his optics flaring bright and his grip on Bee tightening slightly as he and plants his feet more firmly in case of collision.]

[About three things happen at the same time.

Whirl realizes exactly how many mechs are in this hallway, Rodimus comes to an immediate stop, and Whirl doesn't. This means Whirl goes tripping right over the captain's alt-mode, and crashes into the ground rather spectacularly. Due to his momentum he doesn't really stop, he mostly just skids along the floor on his shoulder, making a really awful metal on metal sound, while his knees end up stuck on Rodimus.

It is not one of Whirl's finer moments, really.

That seems to be a running thing with this crowd of losers. It's like the second he gets around them, things start screwing up. Ugh. They are the absolute worst.

While tilts up his helm to glare at Ratchet from the floor, not sounding sorry in the slightest, though sounding a little less pleased with himself than he might be otherwise.]

Ya know, I don't see what the problem is. He's just gonna come back.

[Bumblebee is yelling loudly as all this is happening behind him, narrowly avoiding getting hit both by Rodimus' alt-mode and driving straight into Cyclonus' legs. He's relieved that somebots have turned up to stop him from being turned into scrap, but he's pretty sure he has no idea who any of these bots are. Not that it matters much as his wheels scream and smoke as he spins out from dodging Cyclonus before he slams into the wall, yellow paint streaking across it as the friction builds. His siren starts blaring, a knee-jerk reaction that he doesn't even have control over right now.

It takes him a moment to get his bearings, but by the time he has he's been scooped up effortless which only makes him yell even louder as he can't see who it is, wheels spinning and trying to get purchase on whatever they can--Ratchet's hips included.

Once the Autobot realises who's exactly holding him, he calms down a little, the siren abruptly switching off. He can't transform with the grip that Ratchet's got on him, but that doesn't stop him from feeling confident enough to yell back at Whirl.]

Yeah, no thanks!! I don't see how you can't take what you dish out!

Edited 2016-06-11 01:02 (UTC)

[ When Rodimus turns up, Rewind relaxes enough to stop screaming at Whirl, but not enough to stop running. Cyclonus's entrance and subsequent undignified collapse spur Rewind into flanking Whirl, heels skidding on the ground -- he almost slams into the wall, but manages to maneuver himself so he's to Rodimus's side. And then Ratchet arrives and Rewind's all but ready to calm right down on the assumption that things are going to be taken in hand, but then Whirl trips and oh Primus--

Whirl's arm clips Rewind's shoulder and sends him flying into the wall after all. It's all he can do to not reflexively transform. His back slams into the wall and he slides down into a sitting position, shaken and disoriented. ]

Hey, watch out!

[ What a mess. ]

[ That went better in Rodimus's head. Pain stabs through him as Whirl's legs get caught up in his hood, dragging him across the floor and leaving red paint streaks as the copter's momentum drags him along. He just barely registers Cyclonus hitting the floor behind him, and he almost transforms reflexively before Ratchet's bellow makes him freeze. ]

I got a handle on things here, Ratchet.

[ Definitely.

After a long moment, Rodimus transforms, but he's still in a heap on the floor beneath Whirl. Pulling up a knee, he shoves at the rotory to at least shift his weight off his insides. That knee was pressing right into his t-cog. Ouch. ]

Yeah, I can see that. [Ratchet's voice is scathing as he watches them flail around in a pile for a moment before he just sighs.]

Everybody cool it. Whirl, you can't kill people for fun just because they'll come back or they're going to shut you in the brig with Tarn and come back in a week to mop the walls. Knock it off. Bumblebee doesn't know any better.

[He sets Bumblebee down on four wheels again and levers a finger at him.]

You lay off. I mean it. No more yanking Whirl's chain. The last thing we need is people getting into stupid fights in the halls--what if an organic had been walking through here? We can kill people by accident speeding around like lunatics in here, everyone needs to be more careful.

And if they did, I'd win, and we'd have one less problem.

[Even though that is what Whirl SAYS it's very clear that Whirl is kind of all talk and mostly trying to pull one of his knees out from under Rodimus thanks to the shifting of things. His legs don't bend that way, thanks. Whirl sort of half shifts, mostly probably kicking Rodimus in the process once or twice because they're really a mess and man, if they were on a ship with more bots right now there would be talk with the paint mess they all are at the moment.

When Ratchet redirects his anger to Bumblebee, Whirl stops flailing and does exactly the same, tilting his head backwards to look at the mini-bee.]

Yeah, look what you did! It's a mess in here!

[With his...almost free claw, he gestures vaguely in the direction of everything.]

[Bumblebee immediately transforms when he feels his wheels hit the ground, scowling up at the finger pointed at him as he crosses his arms over his chassis. He doesn't look particularly sorry, but he's grateful that bots actually turned up to stop things from escalating. He's fast, but he's not sure how long he could've out run Whirl's bullets.]

Hey! I'm the victim here! He tried to kill me! What kind of Autobot is he supposed to be? [Implying that he's too dangerous to be one.]

I'm not the one who started blowing slag up! [He shoots Whirl a look, scooting a little behind Ratchet's legs as the strange looking Autobot gestures at everything.]

You did kinda taunt him...

[ All right, but probably not good to be taking sides. The more Whirl shifts the more his spindly limbs jab into him, and Rodimus hisses and gets a few pot shot kicks back under the cover of trying to disentangle himself from the copter. ]

Look, no one's mad.

[ Right, Whirl? You're not mad. He punctuates that with a look. Captain talk is really dignified when you're on your back and limbs sprawled everywhere. ]

This can't happen again though.

I am! I'm mad!

[Indignantly, still planted firmly between Bumblebee and Whirl.]

I have an unconscious patient here and I have to wait until I'm sure you two geniuses aren't going to shoot up another corridor and a half to go take care of him! I don't care who started what. It's ending now, or I'll sedate you both and you'll wake up a violent shade of orange.

And if anything like this ever happens again for any reason, you'll have a lot more to worry about than your paint jobs. Do I make myself crystal clear?

[Whirl looks for all the world like he's ready to debate with Mini bee exactly which of the two of them is the bigger problem when things seem to click. Oh. Oops. He pauses in attempting to dislodge Rodimus long enough to get a decent look at big, purple, and dead universed. He'd been aware Cyclonus had joined the hallway idiot brigade, and had been aware that he'd gone and crashed like the rest of them, but hadn't actually taken into account what that meant until reminded, and Whirl found himself particularly displeased by the situation.]

Ah scrap.

[He waves an arm as if to blow off the rest of the mess now that he's distracted, and actually makes a real effort to detangle instead of just trying to be able to prove a point. He does manage to get a leg free, though he definitely catches his knee on Rodimus' spoiler in the process. ]

There he goes again. Leaking dead all over the floor.

Rude.

[Well. At least he's no longer attempting to murder a minibot.]

[He's staying behind Ratchet's legs for safety right now because he has no idea how to read any of these crazy Autobots. At least Ratchet seemed to be a constant in all the universes, and the familiarity is enough to keep him from doing something really dumb.]

Hey! He taunted me first! [You don't just call a guy 'mini' okay! He's just as good as anyone else. As Whirl moves and kicks Rodimus, Bee can't help but duck behind Ratchet's legs again. He's definietly a lot more jumpy now. You don't have that happen to you and just are totally fine with it.

But as Ratchet starts shouting, Bee sort of shrinks away, grimacing at that tone he's taking. Okay. Scratch that. This Ratchet was scarier than his.]

What! This is toally unfair! I didn't do anything! Why am I in trouble? I don't even have a room anymore because he exploded it!

you're scaring the kids

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