Flashback - "Congratulations!" - CLOSED
Feb 12, 2012 19:15:58 GMT -5
Post by bulkhead on Feb 12, 2012 19:15:58 GMT -5
Bulkhead was a grounder frame, the epitome of the type - heavy, solid, a construction class and a function devoted to wrecking, which had amused his new team to no end and he was pretty sure he had, in the few rotations he had been with them, heard every variation of joke about it that they could come up with.
Still, the truth was in the base code, and despite being scared strutless as a new recuit with untried weapon mods (and Pit, he was never admitting that, not in a million vorn), he'd come out the other side of his first honest mission with flying colors and only one neat weld, patched by their sharply shined medic, who would have looked more at home to Bulkhead's optics in the Towers than he did on a outlying strike team unit. For all that he was a ground frame through and through, Bulkhead felt a little as though he ought to be walking in the air.
Springer - and Primus, Bulkhead had thought he was solid, but the triple-changer took it to a whole new level - had given his newest headache an approving pat on the shoulder before Bulkhead had been released from medbay. "Good work. You didn't die. Congratulations, you're a Wrecker."
Somewhere along the way somebody must have welded thrusters to his feet because yes, Bulkhead was up in the clouds.
Which might explain the whirlwind sort of daze he'd found himself in when, dismissed and left to himself, he'd been scooped up by one of his new team - Wheeljack, "-but call me 'Jackie, everybody does-" - and swept into… into… well… Bulkhead wasn't really sure what, but it seemed to involve one of the other heavy bruisers - Breaker? Breakdown? - and the slim, shiny medic, Knock Out. And high grade. Bulkhead was pretty sure it was going to involve high grade.
"Gonna take our little newbie out and get 'im broken in!" Wheeljack had declared to the team at large, before linking an arm through Bulkhead's and dragging, or trying to drag, the larger mech along. It would have been laughable, but Breakdown had taken his other side, and at that point Bulkhead hadn't had much choice.
"So, uh, guys?" he managed at last, and it was a strange feeling that elation and alarm sparked in his lines, sort of dizzy and happy all at once. "Where're we going?"
Still, the truth was in the base code, and despite being scared strutless as a new recuit with untried weapon mods (and Pit, he was never admitting that, not in a million vorn), he'd come out the other side of his first honest mission with flying colors and only one neat weld, patched by their sharply shined medic, who would have looked more at home to Bulkhead's optics in the Towers than he did on a outlying strike team unit. For all that he was a ground frame through and through, Bulkhead felt a little as though he ought to be walking in the air.
Springer - and Primus, Bulkhead had thought he was solid, but the triple-changer took it to a whole new level - had given his newest headache an approving pat on the shoulder before Bulkhead had been released from medbay. "Good work. You didn't die. Congratulations, you're a Wrecker."
Somewhere along the way somebody must have welded thrusters to his feet because yes, Bulkhead was up in the clouds.
Which might explain the whirlwind sort of daze he'd found himself in when, dismissed and left to himself, he'd been scooped up by one of his new team - Wheeljack, "-but call me 'Jackie, everybody does-" - and swept into… into… well… Bulkhead wasn't really sure what, but it seemed to involve one of the other heavy bruisers - Breaker? Breakdown? - and the slim, shiny medic, Knock Out. And high grade. Bulkhead was pretty sure it was going to involve high grade.
"Gonna take our little newbie out and get 'im broken in!" Wheeljack had declared to the team at large, before linking an arm through Bulkhead's and dragging, or trying to drag, the larger mech along. It would have been laughable, but Breakdown had taken his other side, and at that point Bulkhead hadn't had much choice.
"So, uh, guys?" he managed at last, and it was a strange feeling that elation and alarm sparked in his lines, sort of dizzy and happy all at once. "Where're we going?"