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writetomyheart2020-01-07 12:54 am
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[Team Three] Fire Door
In which Minimus is a menace, and Sixshot hates that he likes it.
Dead end. Sixshot snarled at the wall in front of him. It had most definitely not been there yesterday. He flexed his hands. It would be so easy to punch right through the fire door. Satisfying too.
He turned on his heel and stalked back the way he came. The next corridor over should bring him to the same place.
He nearly ran into the next fire door before he noticed it. He growled and reared back to strike before he caught himself. He wouldn't give Magnus that satisfaction so easily.
Twenty minutes and an equal number of dead ends later, Sixshot emerged from the basement into the middle of a party. Well, why not? He pushed his way into the middle of the dance floor. Nothing like a press of bodies, pulsing lights, and the smell of hot motor oil to make a robot feel alive.
It wasn't until the music slowed that he remembered he had somewhere else to be. The gyrations of the crowd carried him back to the edge of the dance floor, spitting him out next to the food table. Never one to pass up free food, he grabbed a plate and piled it high, snagging a drink from another table on his way out.
He darted down a back corridor and cut through an engine room. Even Magnus would've had a hard time tracking him through the party. See if Mr. Rules could find him again and thwart him before he made it to the bridge.
He burst through the door, growl at the ready, only to backpedal immediately when he saw Megatron sitting in the captain's chair. Sixshot never retreated. He preferred to call it 'tactical maneuvering.' The humming glow of a laser cannon charging was enough to deter most cybertronians, but not Megatron. Megatron would take the moment to either recite some Meaningful Poem or else smirk and point knowingly in the other direction. Both were equally infuriating.
On a whim, Sixshot cut over to the observation deck that overlooked the party. "Where's Magnus?" he growled.
Cyclonus shrugged.
"Come on. I'll give you a drink." He held out his half-empty glass.
Cyclonus turned just far enough to show his elegant drink flute and nearly-empty plate. For someone whose face may as well have been frozen in place, he radiated far too much smugness.
Grumbling under his breath, Sixshot stalked out of the room and back down a floor. He stuck to the main corridor--harder for Magnus to fuck with him there. Luckily, he didn't have to go far once he branched off again.
He shoved through the door without knocking. "What do you think you're doing?" he demanded.
Minimus looked up from his datapad. "Hmm?" he asked, a picture of innocence Sixshot didn't believe for a second.
"The doors! You think it's funny, huh?"
"Fire door inspection. Rodimus requested a report."
Sixshot lunged across the desk, shoving Minimus back onto the bed. "I'm sure he did," he growled.
"Are you jealous?" Minimus asked. "The great Sixshot, worked up over a fire door?"
"Am not! That's your kink, you pervert. No, wait, that's sprinklers."
"Are you sure? A full six inches thick, nearly forty tons for a full-sized door, perfectly balanced pneumatic seals--" The rest of his sentence was cut short as he was pinned to the bed.
"Try me," Sixshot hissed.
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Dead end. Sixshot snarled at the wall in front of him. It had most definitely not been there yesterday. He flexed his hands. It would be so easy to punch right through the fire door. Satisfying too.
He turned on his heel and stalked back the way he came. The next corridor over should bring him to the same place.
He nearly ran into the next fire door before he noticed it. He growled and reared back to strike before he caught himself. He wouldn't give Magnus that satisfaction so easily.
Twenty minutes and an equal number of dead ends later, Sixshot emerged from the basement into the middle of a party. Well, why not? He pushed his way into the middle of the dance floor. Nothing like a press of bodies, pulsing lights, and the smell of hot motor oil to make a robot feel alive.
It wasn't until the music slowed that he remembered he had somewhere else to be. The gyrations of the crowd carried him back to the edge of the dance floor, spitting him out next to the food table. Never one to pass up free food, he grabbed a plate and piled it high, snagging a drink from another table on his way out.
He darted down a back corridor and cut through an engine room. Even Magnus would've had a hard time tracking him through the party. See if Mr. Rules could find him again and thwart him before he made it to the bridge.
He burst through the door, growl at the ready, only to backpedal immediately when he saw Megatron sitting in the captain's chair. Sixshot never retreated. He preferred to call it 'tactical maneuvering.' The humming glow of a laser cannon charging was enough to deter most cybertronians, but not Megatron. Megatron would take the moment to either recite some Meaningful Poem or else smirk and point knowingly in the other direction. Both were equally infuriating.
On a whim, Sixshot cut over to the observation deck that overlooked the party. "Where's Magnus?" he growled.
Cyclonus shrugged.
"Come on. I'll give you a drink." He held out his half-empty glass.
Cyclonus turned just far enough to show his elegant drink flute and nearly-empty plate. For someone whose face may as well have been frozen in place, he radiated far too much smugness.
Grumbling under his breath, Sixshot stalked out of the room and back down a floor. He stuck to the main corridor--harder for Magnus to fuck with him there. Luckily, he didn't have to go far once he branched off again.
He shoved through the door without knocking. "What do you think you're doing?" he demanded.
Minimus looked up from his datapad. "Hmm?" he asked, a picture of innocence Sixshot didn't believe for a second.
"The doors! You think it's funny, huh?"
"Fire door inspection. Rodimus requested a report."
Sixshot lunged across the desk, shoving Minimus back onto the bed. "I'm sure he did," he growled.
"Are you jealous?" Minimus asked. "The great Sixshot, worked up over a fire door?"
"Am not! That's your kink, you pervert. No, wait, that's sprinklers."
"Are you sure? A full six inches thick, nearly forty tons for a full-sized door, perfectly balanced pneumatic seals--" The rest of his sentence was cut short as he was pinned to the bed.
"Try me," Sixshot hissed.
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