[Ep. 2] Ain't That a Kick in the Head- (CLOSED)
Feb 3, 2015 22:35:02 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2015 22:35:02 GMT -5
(set week 2, day three)
Finally.
They were finally letting him do something. They balked and chafed but finally Tailgate was going to be able contribute. The higher ups decided that due to his small frame and basically nonexistent military experience, he'd be accompanying two others on a scouting mission in some mountainous country. Tailgate hadn't really listened to the briefing as he was too thrilled to be actually able to do something besides laze about that he did not really remember why they were going there. Probably something important and real hush-hush if it was a super-duper secret scouting mission. Either way, Tailgate was finally off of his aft and doing something. Tailgate simply needed to be working, contributing, or helping out in anyway. Even if he got in the way or it was detrimental to himself. The urge was most likely attributed to his basic programming. Disposable class mechs in his era where made to be willing to work on a psychological level, if they liked it or not. The Minibot would feel worthless and empty if he didn't pull his weight around somehow.
The dossier data packet he'd received said to be be by the GroundBridge portal by 10am. Tailgate had been up for hours. Nervously pacing back and forth his small quarters trying to make sure he was ready to go.
Systems check? Done.
Gun cleaned and ready? Done.
Malware check? Done. After a certain incident, he'd begun to always check his antivirus programs regularly.
Chassis check? Yup. Everything seemed to be in working condition.
Tailgate checked and rechecked, and then checked some more. No way some minor unseen fluke was gonna get him to mess up. And he still had some time to spare! In fact, if he left now he could be the first one there ready to go. A splendid way to start off his first assignment. Showing up early would surely show everyone he was committed and dutiful.
The Minibot hurried down the hallway with a gait that radiated confidence. This was his day! His time to shine. Nothing was going to break his stride or slow him down...
...except that someone had gotten there before him. A tall, black plated mech with yellow and white accents. Casually loafing about at the designated meeting spot. Nonchalantly leaned up against the wall. Tailgate was crestfallen. He hadn't been the only one to think of showing up early, and this mech had beaten it to him. Pity.
Still, Tailgate was still in a good enough mood. He wasn't going to allow such a minor digression ruin the excitement.
"Hello!" He said in an almost too chipper mood. Tailgate couldn't be acting all willy nilly on a serious mission. He coughed, readjusted his tone to more neutral.
"You're here for the mission, right? I'm Tailgate."
Finally.
They were finally letting him do something. They balked and chafed but finally Tailgate was going to be able contribute. The higher ups decided that due to his small frame and basically nonexistent military experience, he'd be accompanying two others on a scouting mission in some mountainous country. Tailgate hadn't really listened to the briefing as he was too thrilled to be actually able to do something besides laze about that he did not really remember why they were going there. Probably something important and real hush-hush if it was a super-duper secret scouting mission. Either way, Tailgate was finally off of his aft and doing something. Tailgate simply needed to be working, contributing, or helping out in anyway. Even if he got in the way or it was detrimental to himself. The urge was most likely attributed to his basic programming. Disposable class mechs in his era where made to be willing to work on a psychological level, if they liked it or not. The Minibot would feel worthless and empty if he didn't pull his weight around somehow.
The dossier data packet he'd received said to be be by the GroundBridge portal by 10am. Tailgate had been up for hours. Nervously pacing back and forth his small quarters trying to make sure he was ready to go.
Systems check? Done.
Gun cleaned and ready? Done.
Malware check? Done. After a certain incident, he'd begun to always check his antivirus programs regularly.
Chassis check? Yup. Everything seemed to be in working condition.
Tailgate checked and rechecked, and then checked some more. No way some minor unseen fluke was gonna get him to mess up. And he still had some time to spare! In fact, if he left now he could be the first one there ready to go. A splendid way to start off his first assignment. Showing up early would surely show everyone he was committed and dutiful.
The Minibot hurried down the hallway with a gait that radiated confidence. This was his day! His time to shine. Nothing was going to break his stride or slow him down...
...except that someone had gotten there before him. A tall, black plated mech with yellow and white accents. Casually loafing about at the designated meeting spot. Nonchalantly leaned up against the wall. Tailgate was crestfallen. He hadn't been the only one to think of showing up early, and this mech had beaten it to him. Pity.
Still, Tailgate was still in a good enough mood. He wasn't going to allow such a minor digression ruin the excitement.
"Hello!" He said in an almost too chipper mood. Tailgate couldn't be acting all willy nilly on a serious mission. He coughed, readjusted his tone to more neutral.
"You're here for the mission, right? I'm Tailgate."