Unfortunately for Francœur, Flashpoint probably needs a little insectoid sensitivity training. She's taking these things out wholesale because it's what comes to mind first. She's doesn't have a whole lot of non-lethal pacification tools in her arsenal.
And well, memories of the Swarm on Cybertron? That'd make anyone want to met large insects with lethal force. Plus...they're going after her buddy. Even if Chirpy poked around somewhere that he shouldn't have, they've easily driven him far from that place and it's time to lay off.
And though it takes her a moment to decipher what Francœur's saying over the commlink--she even ducks several dive bombs in the process and blasts a wing off one that gets too close--in the end she gets it. And with that comes a Big Idea, because even if she doesn't have any standard pacification techniques, improvising is a thing she can do.
She throws herself back into her alt and floors it for the main density of the swarm (and hopefully away from Chirpy), who gleefully descend on her. The blue car body all but disappears under the onslaught--she's waiting for as many of them to get close as she can--then on goes her stereo, volume tricked up high, blasting what is probably the most heinous sound to ever be called music. Hopefully these bugs hate screamo-dubstep mashups because that's what's pelting out of her not ummentionably large speakers.
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And well, memories of the Swarm on Cybertron? That'd make anyone want to met large insects with lethal force. Plus...they're going after her buddy. Even if Chirpy poked around somewhere that he shouldn't have, they've easily driven him far from that place and it's time to lay off.
And though it takes her a moment to decipher what Francœur's saying over the commlink--she even ducks several dive bombs in the process and blasts a wing off one that gets too close--in the end she gets it. And with that comes a Big Idea, because even if she doesn't have any standard pacification techniques, improvising is a thing she can do.
She throws herself back into her alt and floors it for the main density of the swarm (and hopefully away from Chirpy), who gleefully descend on her. The blue car body all but disappears under the onslaught--she's waiting for as many of them to get close as she can--then on goes her stereo, volume tricked up high, blasting what is probably the most heinous sound to ever be called music. Hopefully these bugs hate screamo-dubstep mashups because that's what's pelting out of her not ummentionably large speakers.