[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]Owning Up/Growing Up - Raf/Optimus Prime - Closed)
Jul 10, 2017 16:32:13 GMT -5
Post by Raf Esquivel on Jul 10, 2017 16:32:13 GMT -5
(Week 2, day 3 - one hour after the ending of Cat and Mouse)
Raf took a deep breath, letting it out very slowly. His stomach was a knot of butterflies.
He stood up on another catwalk - this one much lower than the one that had fallen an hour ago. It ran almost the entire length of the main floor of the Omega Base, moving in and out of the large rooms at what was roughly shoulder-height to the majority of the Autobots. It was well kept and maintained.
The lighting overhead cast a light down in a somber manner. Never as cheerful as sunlight, but not as harsh as flourescents, the lights fought to reach a happy medium, but never quite reached it. Normally, Raf didn’t mind it. It often made the Cybertronians look shiny, though never as bright as sunshine.
Where he stood, Raf could make out the mech in the other room. He was the second largest mech Raf knew of - Megatron being bigger - but this mech didn’t just fill whatever room he occupied with his frame, but his personality.
When Raf had first met Optimus Prime, he didn’t think he had ever seen anything quite so awe-inspiring in his short life. The leader of the Autobots was tall, wide, and blocky. When he moved, you felt his footsteps under your own feet, especially on a hard surface. His voice was such an intense baritone, when he raised his voice, you could sort of feel it buzzing in the middle of your chest.
Even when he just walked, there were all these pullies and hydraulics and gears that moved and shifted and whirred. Raf always found it amusing that the other Autobots never heard the noise they made when they moved, especially Optimus. To the small humans, he was like an entire factory moving by itself, at times. And watching him run was just…amazing. He was like a fright train at full throttle.
But it wasn’t just his size that made Raf feel so…little, in his presence, but in a good way. Optimus had this air of…peace. Quietness. Honor. He was stately and good. Raf always felt safe around him - he felt safe around all of them, of course, especially Bee, but you just knew nothing bad was going to happen to you if Optimus was there.
Now he had to go in and tell Optimus how badly he had messed up.
After getting the full story from both Bumblebee and Miko, and pausing long enough to go to the bathroom and wash his glasses and the dust from his face so at least that looked normal, the twelve-and-three-quarter year old took another deep breath, and stepped inside. The rest of him still looked like he had been dipped in flour.
There, Optimus appeared to be reading a data pad, standing before a long row of machines. They looked to Raf like generators, possibly. He had a very uneasy feeling he was disturbing Optimus when he was doing something important, but…well…with Bee visiting Ratchet to get his hand fixed, and the remains of the catwalk still littering the Control Room floor, Raf felt it was time to get this started.
He cleared his throat, politely. Realizing that was much too quiet for Optimus to hear, he hesitantly spoke up.
“Um..Optimus, Sir? Are..are you busy? Can I…can I talk to you a minute, sir?”
Raf nervously clasped his hands together.
Raf took a deep breath, letting it out very slowly. His stomach was a knot of butterflies.
He stood up on another catwalk - this one much lower than the one that had fallen an hour ago. It ran almost the entire length of the main floor of the Omega Base, moving in and out of the large rooms at what was roughly shoulder-height to the majority of the Autobots. It was well kept and maintained.
The lighting overhead cast a light down in a somber manner. Never as cheerful as sunlight, but not as harsh as flourescents, the lights fought to reach a happy medium, but never quite reached it. Normally, Raf didn’t mind it. It often made the Cybertronians look shiny, though never as bright as sunshine.
Where he stood, Raf could make out the mech in the other room. He was the second largest mech Raf knew of - Megatron being bigger - but this mech didn’t just fill whatever room he occupied with his frame, but his personality.
When Raf had first met Optimus Prime, he didn’t think he had ever seen anything quite so awe-inspiring in his short life. The leader of the Autobots was tall, wide, and blocky. When he moved, you felt his footsteps under your own feet, especially on a hard surface. His voice was such an intense baritone, when he raised his voice, you could sort of feel it buzzing in the middle of your chest.
Even when he just walked, there were all these pullies and hydraulics and gears that moved and shifted and whirred. Raf always found it amusing that the other Autobots never heard the noise they made when they moved, especially Optimus. To the small humans, he was like an entire factory moving by itself, at times. And watching him run was just…amazing. He was like a fright train at full throttle.
But it wasn’t just his size that made Raf feel so…little, in his presence, but in a good way. Optimus had this air of…peace. Quietness. Honor. He was stately and good. Raf always felt safe around him - he felt safe around all of them, of course, especially Bee, but you just knew nothing bad was going to happen to you if Optimus was there.
Now he had to go in and tell Optimus how badly he had messed up.
After getting the full story from both Bumblebee and Miko, and pausing long enough to go to the bathroom and wash his glasses and the dust from his face so at least that looked normal, the twelve-and-three-quarter year old took another deep breath, and stepped inside. The rest of him still looked like he had been dipped in flour.
There, Optimus appeared to be reading a data pad, standing before a long row of machines. They looked to Raf like generators, possibly. He had a very uneasy feeling he was disturbing Optimus when he was doing something important, but…well…with Bee visiting Ratchet to get his hand fixed, and the remains of the catwalk still littering the Control Room floor, Raf felt it was time to get this started.
He cleared his throat, politely. Realizing that was much too quiet for Optimus to hear, he hesitantly spoke up.
“Um..Optimus, Sir? Are..are you busy? Can I…can I talk to you a minute, sir?”
Raf nervously clasped his hands together.