Ep. 2 - Noisy Silence - [Closed]
May 15, 2016 2:03:07 GMT -5
Post by Bluestreak on May 15, 2016 2:03:07 GMT -5
As the lift settled Bluestreak shook his head. His optics narrowed slightly.
"He'd make it a clean slate if he felt he could and it would be worth his expense of power," Bluestreak said and his voice held absolute honesty, as if he was stating a fact about how a bullet traveled from a certain angle.
"Only thing stopping Megatron is well, us. Otherwise, he'd just- he'd take advantage of everything he could, like he's done before."
His doors fell slightly back behind his shoulders as he stepped out into the passage with Prime. Around them, the rough walls showed their half-done modifications. There were leaning bits of wall and long curls of cable. The silver mech paused for a half step and edged away slightly from the rough-hewn walls before continuing on.
"There are," Bluestreak mused out loud after a surprisingly long moment of silence. "Sadly, I'm sure he's planning lots of things. But you know that better than all of us. I'm sure that everything you outlined in the truce is everything you could think of and more - I'm not worried about that. I'm just- well, I'm worried, and I'm worried for a lot of reasons I just - I dunno. I can't put my finger on them. Or maybe it's too many reasons. I'm sorry, Prime. I'm certainly not second guessing you. I can't imagine how long and hard you've had to work to get this far to get the Decepticons to even think about honoring a truce even for a little while."
A sigh. "Frustrating that the only reason they even considered a truce was because of MECH," he said after a long moment.
I guess it's because there's a lot more at stake this time. Not just us. I mean, it's never been just us, we've gone planet to planet and pulled it after us in our wake.
He didn't say it though. He just couldn't. Not to Prime who had worked so hard on this. Who wanted this more than anything, for the war to be over, to- well, if they couldn't go home, to make a start somewhere else. Bluestreak loved other cultures. He loved other planets. Everywhere he went was new and fascinating to him and this one - well, these humans didn't look on them with anger yet. They looked on them as simply other citizens in a wide galactic world they hadn't made contact with. They weren't signing petitions or basically denying them access based on the stories that had trickled down.
"No no, I won't concern myself with the broad unknowns, since - well, security and treaties aren't exactly my strengths, by any means. Heck, I'll just stick to the minor unknowns like wind speed and if it's going to be a rainy day or not. Don't worry, it's way over my head." He brought up his hand and whooshed it just over his chevron, laughing again. "I'm just the guy with a gun guy, and that's totally okay by me."
Apparently the other Autobot had shaken off what had pulled him into darker places and he looked up. "Huh! You know, I don't think I've been down here before. Like to the storage, I mean."
"He'd make it a clean slate if he felt he could and it would be worth his expense of power," Bluestreak said and his voice held absolute honesty, as if he was stating a fact about how a bullet traveled from a certain angle.
"Only thing stopping Megatron is well, us. Otherwise, he'd just- he'd take advantage of everything he could, like he's done before."
His doors fell slightly back behind his shoulders as he stepped out into the passage with Prime. Around them, the rough walls showed their half-done modifications. There were leaning bits of wall and long curls of cable. The silver mech paused for a half step and edged away slightly from the rough-hewn walls before continuing on.
"There are," Bluestreak mused out loud after a surprisingly long moment of silence. "Sadly, I'm sure he's planning lots of things. But you know that better than all of us. I'm sure that everything you outlined in the truce is everything you could think of and more - I'm not worried about that. I'm just- well, I'm worried, and I'm worried for a lot of reasons I just - I dunno. I can't put my finger on them. Or maybe it's too many reasons. I'm sorry, Prime. I'm certainly not second guessing you. I can't imagine how long and hard you've had to work to get this far to get the Decepticons to even think about honoring a truce even for a little while."
A sigh. "Frustrating that the only reason they even considered a truce was because of MECH," he said after a long moment.
I guess it's because there's a lot more at stake this time. Not just us. I mean, it's never been just us, we've gone planet to planet and pulled it after us in our wake.
He didn't say it though. He just couldn't. Not to Prime who had worked so hard on this. Who wanted this more than anything, for the war to be over, to- well, if they couldn't go home, to make a start somewhere else. Bluestreak loved other cultures. He loved other planets. Everywhere he went was new and fascinating to him and this one - well, these humans didn't look on them with anger yet. They looked on them as simply other citizens in a wide galactic world they hadn't made contact with. They weren't signing petitions or basically denying them access based on the stories that had trickled down.
"No no, I won't concern myself with the broad unknowns, since - well, security and treaties aren't exactly my strengths, by any means. Heck, I'll just stick to the minor unknowns like wind speed and if it's going to be a rainy day or not. Don't worry, it's way over my head." He brought up his hand and whooshed it just over his chevron, laughing again. "I'm just the guy with a gun guy, and that's totally okay by me."
Apparently the other Autobot had shaken off what had pulled him into darker places and he looked up. "Huh! You know, I don't think I've been down here before. Like to the storage, I mean."