Ep0.5 - "Too Heavy" - Closed | Transformers Prime RP

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Ep0.5 - "Too Heavy" - Closed Jan 21, 2012 15:42:43 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2012 15:42:43 GMT -5

“Steeljaw.”

Miko, sitting up in the catwalks by the medical bay, was deciding that Optimus kind of had a voice like every dad on the planet… if your dad was also a giant crime-fighting super robot from outerspace. Raf and Jack were out with their respective Autobots by now and Miko was waiting on Bulk to finish up with whatever chores Optimus had him doing. (Pssssh! Optimus was totally a dad.) While she waited, Ratchet had given over the Medical Bay to the 18-wheeler-bot so he could have a chat with the big British kitty-bot. Miko flopped on the floor, listening to the steady rumble of Prime’s voice and wondering if robot cats could get robot fleas.

“I’m glad that our medic was able to repair the damage you sustained, though, it grieves me to hear that your fellow travelers were not so lucky. Know that you have our deepest sympathies in this.” Oh. Right. Miko grimaced a bit. Old Jaws was a sole-survivor. That really… sucked. She rolled onto her back, frowning, listening. “I understand from Blaster and Bumblebee's report that your ship was attacked by Decepticon raiders on the edge of this galaxy. My scout has pulled the pod's record of the crash the hardrive, though much of the data has been damaged. Is there anything further about the attack or your fellow crewmates you feel necessary to divulge? The possibility of fellow survivors or…” A really heavy beat. “…the designation of your lost crewmate who made it to earth with you.”

Miko grimaced, decided this was too heavy for her, and got up to find something else to do. Meanwhile, in the medical bay, Optimus’ gaze did not waver nor did the steady but muted calm of his EMF as he met Steeljaw’s eyes.

“We will defer to your wishes in the matter of her burial.”

Last Edit: Jan 21, 2012 15:49:21 GMT -5 by Deleted

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Ep0.5 - "Too Heavy" - Closed Jan 21, 2012 18:19:23 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2012 18:19:23 GMT -5

Optimus Prime.

The lingering ache of his repairs took a very distant back seat to the sheer presence of the mech in front of him, washing over Steeljaw like a tidal force. It made him want to flatten to the berth - it made him feel small, and despite being knee high to most mechs it had been a long time and then some since he'd felt limited by his frame height. The Prime towered over him, even boosted to the height of a standard med berth, and after meeting the other mech's optics for a klik he gave it up as more strain on his neck linkages than the Autobot medic would approved of and let his gaze slip lower, finally steadying somewhere around the glass chestplates, the dim glow of his own optics reflected back at him.

Uplink, he thought wearily, would have been beside himself to meet the Prime in the metal. Steeljaw could find a faint echo of awe left in the depth of his spark, but the Autobot leader's words in that deeply resonant voice just highlighted the exhaustion and emptiness rattling through him.

"It's doubtful any other survivors will make it to this system," he answered at last. "The pod launch was standard scatter pattern, to maximize our chances. The others could be anywhere." He rested his chin back on his paws. "My... associate was named Lunastrike. I can't say I really knew her." He vented softly. "She was a scavenger - most of us were. If you have any use for the parts..." He clicked his vocalizer off, plates flaring in protest to his own words. Scrap. Stupidity. The Prime's unit, surely, was not riding so close to the bare edge of the smelting pit as to have to recycle their own. There was a universe of difference between the leader of the Autobots and the rag tag neutrals that Steeljaw had spent the vorns with.

He reset his vocalizer with a muted click. "Whatever you do would be fine, I'm sure."

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Ep0.5 - "Too Heavy" - Closed Jan 21, 2012 19:02:03 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2012 19:02:03 GMT -5

Optimus nodded slowly. “We will take care of Lunastrike and log her passing for the military and historical record.” A low hum from the Prime’s engines. “She, at least, will have a known resting place. Unlike so many others.”

Optimus was compelled briefly to touch the minicon’s shoulder but cassettes simply did not have the frame size for such a comfort and he, instead, transmitted his sympathy, sorrow, and resolution across the longwave frequencies of his EM field. He did not think it prudent to mention that Ratchet would most likely be tasked with the grisly duty of salvaging any weapons, energon, data logs, and the contents of the deceased’s cranial case, nor did he feel it prudent to mention, just then, that they would likely have to do more than bury Lunastrike. The risk of Cybertronian biology falling into human hands (MECH’s or their own human allies’) was too great not to take such precautions.

“Steeljaw, while you recover and refuel, know that you have a safe haven here with the Autobots. The past is past and you will not be held accountable for the AWOL charge filed against you by your previous CO. After all that has happened, I see it a meanless charge and it is dissolved as of now.” Another low rumble from the Autobot’s chest, a slow ex-vent. “You have the option now to choose, as any refugee who finds us. Our fight is with the Decepticon flagship, the Nemesis and Megatron himself. This is no secret. If you choose to remain with us and serve again with the Autobots that is likely the enemy you may face. You may, of course, abstain from our conflict if you choose.”

There was a long and heavy pause. “The unfortunate truth is that if you remain Neutral and choose to operate outside Autobot protection, Neutrality will not guarantee you protection from Megatron’s wrath.” Here is tone darkened slightly. “The Decepticon stance on Neutrals is mercurial at best.”

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Ep0.5 - "Too Heavy" - Closed Jan 22, 2012 1:31:42 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2012 1:31:42 GMT -5

Steeljaw lifted his head, cocking his chin up until he could meet the larger mech's optics. Awe, what little of it there was left for the Prime of Cybertron when there was no Cybertron any more, met a swift and merciless end beneath the echo of vorns of scraping by on scraps and his voice was, perhaps, sharper than he meant it to be. "The Decepticon stance on Neutrals is to shoot first, but this is not the first ship I've had shot out from underneath me and it wasn't always Decepticons behind the guns. The unfortunate truth, my Lord Prime, is that I am a relatively unarmed mech with no means of leaving this planet, and this planet is going to rapidly be divided between your two factions into 'yours' and 'his' with precious little left for the rest of us."

[Too bold for your own good, Jaws,] Uplink whispered, but other than a flickering twitch of one audio array Steeljaw didn't flinch, holding the Prime's optics with his own. "You've given me aid," he said evenly, "and you'll find I'm not a charity case. With the options available, I would prefer to earn my keep here."

Last Edit: Jan 22, 2012 1:32:13 GMT -5 by Deleted

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Ep0.5 - "Too Heavy" - Closed Jan 22, 2012 2:09:50 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2012 2:09:50 GMT -5

“Very well.” Optimus held Steeljaw’s steady gaze, tone matching the cassette for evenness. “When our CMO has cleared you, then report to me for assignment and you will be added to the duty roster.”

Steeljaw, to his credit, was clearheaded enough to see exactly how bleak situation was… though, in truth, the Autobots had no charity to offer. Beyond emergency aid, their resources were entirely too thin, though he suspected Steeljaw would see the truth of that for himself as he worked with Team Prime. Optimus didn’t feel the need to point it out now though.

The derision in Steeljaw’s voice was the product, mostly, of frustration and Optimus, for his part, been called far worse then his own title back on Cybertron. The idea of a ‘puppet Prime’ had been more reprehensible an idea than no Prime at all to the people and Megatron’s initial smear campaign had been nearly crippling to the nascent Autobot cause. Prime generally dealt with disdain now as he’d dealt with it then – by doing what need to be done and ignoring naysayers until they were no longer naysayers.

“We will place you as your skill set requires, Steeljaw. And though the situation, not your choice, necessitates your alliance with us…” A pause. “I thank you for it anyway.”

Last Edit: Jan 22, 2012 2:12:50 GMT -5 by Deleted