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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[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?]