[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Tethered [Closed]
May 20, 2022 22:25:29 GMT -5
Post by Bumblebee on May 20, 2022 22:25:29 GMT -5
He thought they could go back?
The conflict between Autobot and Decepticon wasn’t limited to Cybertron alone. The war had followed them to Earth, yet there were so many planets out there that were caught up in the clash between the two factions. Even if Carbine managed to go back to wherever he had been before here, would it have even been the same?
While he hadn’t been on Earth very long, things could change in an instant. All it took was one Decepticon warship finding an outpost and it was usually game over.
Yet for now, Earth was… relatively safe in comparison. The people here didn’t know the horrors that Cybertronians seemed to bring with them, and while they had the Decepticons and MECH to worry about, they had - for the most part - remained hidden.
He hadn’t been at Omega One when Thunder and Carbine had arrived, probably out on a long patrol somewhere - scouting for Energon to help with all the recent newcomers after Optimus’ call had been heard. He didn’t know they’d arrived via ship, though it made sense that it didn’t survive the landing. Not many did, even the Ark itself had fallen - though that had suffered catastrophic damage before it’d landed.
He wasn’t sure what to even say in response, and there was a moment of quiet - save for the gentle whirring of his optics.
--I’m sorry.--
What else could he say? Spout his usual optimism about how things would get better? How about how Earth was actually pretty great, complete with a list of all the reasons why? Pff, like that’d go over well. Or how he could only assume after a little bit of time everyone would forget about the whole thing with Windshield and there would be some sort of normalcy again? Because… there probably wouldn’t be. Carbine’s issues ran far deeper than that, it seemed, and it wasn’t exactly an easy fix when so much was wrong.
--As lame as it sounds, I’m glad you’re here. Probably doesn’t really mean much, but I- yeah.-- he frowned, stopping himself before he started rambling. Usual optimism it is, now with more powers of friendship… Great.
He wouldn’t push the subject of talking to Thunder - with how abrupt Carbine seemed to move on from the subject, he figured it best left alone, even if he thought it could possibly help, even by giving some sort of closure or something. But it wasn't his place to dwell, and he didn’t know all the details.
He watched as Bolo shifted, wondering if some unheard order was being given. Everything seemed relaxed in this moment, yet there was still that deep fear knowing that should Carbine want him gone? It would only take a matter of seconds.
There was no sudden movement, no attack - and it was only after Bolo had moved to lay down that the yellow scout slowly lowered his arm. Did that mean he was safe now? Probably not - though he had no reason to move forwards anyway at this point.
Instead, he would carefully - and probably a little too slowly to the point it looked weird - ease into a sit. Now at least he was on the same level as Carbine, a further display that he wasn’t a threat to the other mech and a chance to get comfortable. He wouldn’t fully cross his legs, keeping one knee bent upwards while his other leg moved out in front of himself.
--Oh so it was a deal? I mean, no wonder you guys took it then…-- he’d heard horror stories of the various Garrus facilities, and while he’d gotten himself incarcerated during the war, it’d been on purpose - and he hadn’t been in the system for long.
--I probably would’ve done the same.--
He followed Carbine’s gaze, glancing upward, though as the other mech spoke he would turn his attention back to him. He watched Bolo, finding himself glad that the cassette seemed to have relaxed a little bit.
There was silence then. He wasn’t sure - again - how to answer Carbine. Once more there were plenty of suggestions that he could think of, but if the other mech was struggling with his entire being then what good would Bee’s naively optimistic approach to everything do?
--If you’re sick of this place, and I mean - don’t get me wrong, it can get pretty boring here. You could always see about going on patrols or something? Get out there for a change of scenery, scout for any weird activity. I know driving sometimes helps me clear my processor, and while…-- his beeps tapered off, and he frowned before continuing.
--...While I know you don’t like your altmode, maybe flying for a bit can help you gather your thoughts and make sense of stuff, you know? You’re basically stuck in one room here, that’d drive anyone crazy.--
Peering around then, his last beepy word seemed to hang a moment as a thought hit him.
--Where is your helmet, anyway?--
He’d seen it back in the Medical Room after Carbine had seized out - and hadn’t thought to grab it and bring it with him. Assuming that once they’d carried the other mech onto a berth and he woke up, he’d put it back on.
Buuuut given it wasn’t here, it probably meant Patch still had it.
The conflict between Autobot and Decepticon wasn’t limited to Cybertron alone. The war had followed them to Earth, yet there were so many planets out there that were caught up in the clash between the two factions. Even if Carbine managed to go back to wherever he had been before here, would it have even been the same?
While he hadn’t been on Earth very long, things could change in an instant. All it took was one Decepticon warship finding an outpost and it was usually game over.
Yet for now, Earth was… relatively safe in comparison. The people here didn’t know the horrors that Cybertronians seemed to bring with them, and while they had the Decepticons and MECH to worry about, they had - for the most part - remained hidden.
He hadn’t been at Omega One when Thunder and Carbine had arrived, probably out on a long patrol somewhere - scouting for Energon to help with all the recent newcomers after Optimus’ call had been heard. He didn’t know they’d arrived via ship, though it made sense that it didn’t survive the landing. Not many did, even the Ark itself had fallen - though that had suffered catastrophic damage before it’d landed.
He wasn’t sure what to even say in response, and there was a moment of quiet - save for the gentle whirring of his optics.
--I’m sorry.--
What else could he say? Spout his usual optimism about how things would get better? How about how Earth was actually pretty great, complete with a list of all the reasons why? Pff, like that’d go over well. Or how he could only assume after a little bit of time everyone would forget about the whole thing with Windshield and there would be some sort of normalcy again? Because… there probably wouldn’t be. Carbine’s issues ran far deeper than that, it seemed, and it wasn’t exactly an easy fix when so much was wrong.
--As lame as it sounds, I’m glad you’re here. Probably doesn’t really mean much, but I- yeah.-- he frowned, stopping himself before he started rambling. Usual optimism it is, now with more powers of friendship… Great.
He wouldn’t push the subject of talking to Thunder - with how abrupt Carbine seemed to move on from the subject, he figured it best left alone, even if he thought it could possibly help, even by giving some sort of closure or something. But it wasn't his place to dwell, and he didn’t know all the details.
He watched as Bolo shifted, wondering if some unheard order was being given. Everything seemed relaxed in this moment, yet there was still that deep fear knowing that should Carbine want him gone? It would only take a matter of seconds.
There was no sudden movement, no attack - and it was only after Bolo had moved to lay down that the yellow scout slowly lowered his arm. Did that mean he was safe now? Probably not - though he had no reason to move forwards anyway at this point.
Instead, he would carefully - and probably a little too slowly to the point it looked weird - ease into a sit. Now at least he was on the same level as Carbine, a further display that he wasn’t a threat to the other mech and a chance to get comfortable. He wouldn’t fully cross his legs, keeping one knee bent upwards while his other leg moved out in front of himself.
--Oh so it was a deal? I mean, no wonder you guys took it then…-- he’d heard horror stories of the various Garrus facilities, and while he’d gotten himself incarcerated during the war, it’d been on purpose - and he hadn’t been in the system for long.
--I probably would’ve done the same.--
He followed Carbine’s gaze, glancing upward, though as the other mech spoke he would turn his attention back to him. He watched Bolo, finding himself glad that the cassette seemed to have relaxed a little bit.
There was silence then. He wasn’t sure - again - how to answer Carbine. Once more there were plenty of suggestions that he could think of, but if the other mech was struggling with his entire being then what good would Bee’s naively optimistic approach to everything do?
--If you’re sick of this place, and I mean - don’t get me wrong, it can get pretty boring here. You could always see about going on patrols or something? Get out there for a change of scenery, scout for any weird activity. I know driving sometimes helps me clear my processor, and while…-- his beeps tapered off, and he frowned before continuing.
--...While I know you don’t like your altmode, maybe flying for a bit can help you gather your thoughts and make sense of stuff, you know? You’re basically stuck in one room here, that’d drive anyone crazy.--
Peering around then, his last beepy word seemed to hang a moment as a thought hit him.
--Where is your helmet, anyway?--
He’d seen it back in the Medical Room after Carbine had seized out - and hadn’t thought to grab it and bring it with him. Assuming that once they’d carried the other mech onto a berth and he woke up, he’d put it back on.
Buuuut given it wasn’t here, it probably meant Patch still had it.