Don't mess with friends.

[a_little_red_in_the_face]

Who: Dirge and Breakdown, later Dirge and Wing
What: Breakdown is here to give Dirge a beatdown. And then Wing comes to give him a talking to and ends up patching him up. 
Where: The warehouse.
When: After Dirge does his flyby on Sam.
Warnings: Violence.

[Dirge's only warning that Breakdown is coming will be Breakdown's stomping approach.  He throws open the doors to the warehouse and bellows.]

DIRGE!!

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[dirge]

[Dirge emerges from a pile of things in the back, having been recharging on them like a huge, teal dragon. He squints apprehensively in the direction of the roar, contemplating simply just not responding.

But if he did that, Breakdown might very well go on a rampage and break his stuff. The clone grumbles and crawls off his pile, steeling himself to go meet with the big grounder.]

What do you want?

[He asks, popping up cautiously from behind one of the shelves.]

[a_little_red_in_the_face]

Did you dump water on Sam? Did you try to melt her?

[You better make it convincing and fast if you try to deny it...he's pounding across the room and looks like he'll take a swing before Dirge can answer if Dirge doesn't answer quickly.]

[dirge]

[Uh oh, so that's what this is about. He had a feeling it might be. Dirge swallows nervously, suddenly feeling a lot like a bad kid who is about to suffer his parent's wrath. Like he needed more of that feeling after Starscream's ghost had been haunting him all week.]

It's not like it worked or anything!

[He yells back, but Breakdown is already charging him and he has to dive back behind the shelf to avoid being hit directly in the face.]

[a_little_red_in_the_face]

YOU DIDN'T KNOW THAT!

[He takes a swing, roaring when Dirge dodges behind his pile.]

You tried to melt her! Don't matter that it didn't work, you tried!

[He swings again and again, not caring what he smashes.] HOLD STILL!

[Yeah, Breakdown, like he really wants to just stand there and let you punch him in the face...]

[dirge]

[Dirge winces as a hammer splits the shelf in half, sending its contents tumbling to the floor where they shatter. The jet stares at them in shock before having to duck as another hit sails over his head.]

Stop! I was only curious! [He yelps, actually putting himself in the way of Breakdown's furious blows, trying to catch his arm- which he does, but he's not strong enough to stop its trajectory, which just so happens to be straight to his chest.

The clone's grip releases immediately and he stumbles backwards trailing bits of orange glass, his cockpit now sporting a veritable spider web of cracks.]

Gh.... That kid that lives with her told me it might work....

[a_little_red_in_the_face]

[Sorry, Dirge, he's not satisfied with just a broken cockpit. He swings still, aiming to knock the Seeker onto his back.]

Curious?! And if it had?! What then?

[dirge]

[The clone now has a very difficult and very painful decision to make. Keep trying to get away and let his precious possessions get destroyed... or take the hits himself? Neither is a very attractive prospect. Too late to think about it though, as Breakdown's fist clocks him under the chin and he loses his balance, toppling to the floor on his back. Ow.]

Then she'd haunt me...

[He responds with a wince, reaching up to massage his jaw, which creaks and hangs at an odd angle. The hinge on one side is definitely broken. He spits a jagged piece of broken dental into his palm and groans.]

But I know how to get rid of ghosts now! [He adds hastily, trying to scoot backwards away from the enraged grounder.]

[a_little_red_in_the_face]

[That was the wrong thing to say, Dirge. You confessed to not only hoping it would work, but hoping to be able to get rid of her entirely. With a roar he'll try to stomp down on Dirge's torso to keep him in place. He'll chase the Seeker across the floor to try doing so.]

[dirge]

[Dirge has a second or two to reflect that he should really shut his mouth sometimes and perhaps that was another flaw he had inherited from his template, before failing to get out of the way of Breakdown's foot.]

Guh!

[Air wheezes from his vents as the heavy limb stomps down on his middle, optics widening at the flare of pain as internal mechanisms crack under the pressure. His claws instinctively latch onto Breakdown's foot, trying to dig into the plating, HUD clogged with error messages and damage estimates.]

Get...off....

[a_little_red_in_the_face]

[He doesn't get off. He leans in to tap his hammer to the side of Dirge's head.] If you make any attempt on her life again, successful or not, I'll kill you. Are we clear?

[dirge]

[The clone swallows audibly, anxious gaze shifting from his aggressor to the heavy weapon currently butting up against his head.]

T-totally clear. [He hurries to respond.]

[a_little_red_in_the_face]

Good. Then you'll keep your head today. But only because it didn't work.

[He straightens, looming a moment before removing his foot from the Seeker. He'll turn to go, smacking a shelf with his hammer just out of spite. Breakdown...you're a jerk sometimes...]

[At lease Wing will be by soon to help him?]

Later, after Breakdown leaves

[knight_light]

[Wing was upset. Sam was his friend, and Dirge had made an attempt to harm her. Never mind that it didn't work, that wasn't the point, the point was he tried. Lucky for Dirge, Wing wasn't the type to be outright violent unless he needed to be. And so he steps into the Warehouse...and frowns at the damage he can see.]

Dirge?

[There's actually a touch of concern in his tone.]

[dirge]

[There's a hiss from the rear of the area with the most damage. Dirge has collected a good bit of the broken stuff, piling it up in an area he's marked out on the floor with his laser as 'To Fix'. He crouches over it, jaw hanging, cockpit shattered, and a big dent in his middle. The clone relaxes a little when he recognizes the visitor as Wing.]

....If you're here to beat some more sense into me can we at least do it outside?

[knight_light]

[His optics flash in shock at the damage to the Seeker. He crosses towards the larger flyer, a frown on his face.]

I'm not going to hurt you, Dirge. Who did this to you?

[dirge]

[He bristles when Wing gets close to the broken pile, but doesn't move to stop him.]

That big grounder with the orange face. He must be a friend of the Sam Witch.

[knight_light]

[Wing stops by Dirge, crouching down to be more at optic level with the Seeker hunkered over his broken possessions.]

[His voice is soft....and full of hurt.] I'm a friend of "the Sam Witch" too, Dirge...

[He sighs air through his vents and offers a hand.] Will you let me fix you up? I'm not a medic, but I know how to do an okay patch job.

[Medical things first, they can talk after that.]

[dirge]

Then why aren't you beating me up too? [Dirge mutters, digging at the empty spot where his dental is missing.]

[The clone blinks at his hand and then back up at Drift, totally unwilling to leave his pile of broken items.]

If you can do it here. Fix my jaw first. It's driving me crazy.

[knight_light]

Because repaying violent intent with violence is not an acceptable solution.

[He'll settle beside Dirge and pull out a first aid kit, and will reach for Dirge's face. He's no medic, but he can at least do the obvious stuff, like getting Dirge's jaw attached back into place. He's gentle in his work....though his expression never changes from the sad frown.]

Why did you do it, Dirge?

[dirge]

Tell that to Breakdown.

[He grumbles, craning his neck so that Wing can work on his jaw. Though the other jet is careful, it still hurts, and Dirge flinches away a few times with an unhappy hiss.]

Because she's stopping me from doing what I want. And I know how to get rid of ghosts now.

[Well, most of them. His template had asked for something he absolutely could not give.]

[knight_light]

...And what is it she's keeping you from doing?

[workyworkyworky. He's almost got Dirge's jaw back in place.]

[dirge]

Anything I want. [Dirge answers petulantly, because he's sure Wing won't approve of any of it either.]

And that blue buffoon broke my things! A lot of my things!

[knight_light]

And so like a petulant sparkling you tried to kill her. [Dirge is right, Wing doesn’t approve, and his voice is stern...]

[But then his voice turns soft...hurt.] I’m very disappointed with you, Dirge. You betrayed me, does our friendship mean so little to you?

[dirge]

Why does everyone around here call me a sparkling?! [The clone snarls, claws bunching up over his broken items.]

Wait... betrayed you? I did? [He looks momentarily confused and a little frightened, worried Wing is going to revoke their friendship.]

Your friendship is very valuable to me. You know that.

[knight_light]

[He meets Dirge’s optics with a flat stare.] Because you act like one.

[Tone softens, but is still edged with sadness.] And yet you attacked one of my friends, deliberately intended her harm, even though I’d asked you to leave her alone? What you’ve done has really hurt me, Dirge.