[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Leading the Way [Closed]
Jun 10, 2022 23:58:09 GMT -5
Post by Bumblebee on Jun 10, 2022 23:58:09 GMT -5
Episode 3 | Week 2 | Day 7
Continuation of Tethered
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Sliding the door closed behind himself, Bumblebee was quick to make his way down the corridor. There was a slight urgency to his steps, though he made a point of not breaking into a run of any sort. This wasn’t quite a matter of life and death, and while it was only a short walk from here to the Medical Bay, it was a brief moment where he could take a second to himself to try and process what’d just happened.
Carbine was an absolute… mess. The outburst from the other mech had seemingly come from nowhere, like a bottle of something fizzy shaken up and released all at once. He understood Carbine had problems. Issues - it’d landed him in the brig, after all, having gone through most - if not all - of the more tamer ‘punishments’ they had here at Omega One until they had no choice but to put him in a literal time out.
Now, Carbine was in isolation - another type of prison, though this one was not his doing.
Trying to piece everything together, starting from the conversation they’d had in the small room on the lower floor, he didn’t even know where to begin in formulating a way of approaching this. Getting the helmet was a start - it’d give Carbine his safety net back, so he wasn’t stuck in his quarters going crazy. But what about the rest?
He didn’t fit in. Or at least, didn’t think he did. The issue with his altmode was also a concern… Primus, Bee wasn’t sure he’d ever forget the sight of Carbine ripping one of his own rotors out of one of the connecting points. The fact that moments after that’d happened the other mech had needed what seemed to be a full reset of sorts to even begin understanding words again also had him worried.
Patch could only do so much with what they had here at Omega, including her own skills. She was an amazing medic, however she was no Ratchet - and the injury to Carbine’s processor was probably a lot even for him to deal with. He was certain that the acting CMO had done what she could, however the fact he still wasn’t completely fixed… was it doing harm to him? Was that part of where these thoughts and the outburst had come from?
He didn’t know.
What he did know was that the helmet would bring about a sense of normalcy to the other mech, even if the other problems were still there. Getting it back would hopefully be no issue, even if it’d bring up questions as to why he wanted it. It wasn’t as if he could explain to whoever had it that yes, hello, we need this back now so Carbine doesn’t go absolutely insane and hurt himself again, as it probably went without saying that what’d happened in Carbine’s quarters was not to leave that room.
He’d work out the answers to the questions - if he could even find it.
And find it he did. Now, with helmet in hand, he made his way back the way he’d come. This time, he moved a little faster than before, even if he still did not run - as while he had permission to take the armor back, it felt a little strange to be carrying it at all. How many others here at Omega knew the truth about Carbine? Given he hadn’t wanted to be seen at all without the helmet, Bee could only assume it was still a secret - meaning the last thing he needed was someone stopping to chat and recognizing just what it was he held.
Thankfully, though, it seemed everyone was seemingly preoccupied, and Bee found himself at Carbine’s door without issue.
He hadn’t looked at the helmet too closely other than the briefest glance at the outside, as while he was curious as to the state of the inside, it almost seemed like it was wrong to even look in there - though he wasn’t sure why he felt that way. It was, after all, just a helmet.
Lifting one servo, he would knock exactly three times - just like he said he would.
One. Two. Three.
((Specific details on who had the helmet left purposely vague to be sorted behind the scenes at another time.))
Continuation of Tethered
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Sliding the door closed behind himself, Bumblebee was quick to make his way down the corridor. There was a slight urgency to his steps, though he made a point of not breaking into a run of any sort. This wasn’t quite a matter of life and death, and while it was only a short walk from here to the Medical Bay, it was a brief moment where he could take a second to himself to try and process what’d just happened.
Carbine was an absolute… mess. The outburst from the other mech had seemingly come from nowhere, like a bottle of something fizzy shaken up and released all at once. He understood Carbine had problems. Issues - it’d landed him in the brig, after all, having gone through most - if not all - of the more tamer ‘punishments’ they had here at Omega One until they had no choice but to put him in a literal time out.
Now, Carbine was in isolation - another type of prison, though this one was not his doing.
Trying to piece everything together, starting from the conversation they’d had in the small room on the lower floor, he didn’t even know where to begin in formulating a way of approaching this. Getting the helmet was a start - it’d give Carbine his safety net back, so he wasn’t stuck in his quarters going crazy. But what about the rest?
He didn’t fit in. Or at least, didn’t think he did. The issue with his altmode was also a concern… Primus, Bee wasn’t sure he’d ever forget the sight of Carbine ripping one of his own rotors out of one of the connecting points. The fact that moments after that’d happened the other mech had needed what seemed to be a full reset of sorts to even begin understanding words again also had him worried.
Patch could only do so much with what they had here at Omega, including her own skills. She was an amazing medic, however she was no Ratchet - and the injury to Carbine’s processor was probably a lot even for him to deal with. He was certain that the acting CMO had done what she could, however the fact he still wasn’t completely fixed… was it doing harm to him? Was that part of where these thoughts and the outburst had come from?
He didn’t know.
What he did know was that the helmet would bring about a sense of normalcy to the other mech, even if the other problems were still there. Getting it back would hopefully be no issue, even if it’d bring up questions as to why he wanted it. It wasn’t as if he could explain to whoever had it that yes, hello, we need this back now so Carbine doesn’t go absolutely insane and hurt himself again, as it probably went without saying that what’d happened in Carbine’s quarters was not to leave that room.
He’d work out the answers to the questions - if he could even find it.
-
And find it he did. Now, with helmet in hand, he made his way back the way he’d come. This time, he moved a little faster than before, even if he still did not run - as while he had permission to take the armor back, it felt a little strange to be carrying it at all. How many others here at Omega knew the truth about Carbine? Given he hadn’t wanted to be seen at all without the helmet, Bee could only assume it was still a secret - meaning the last thing he needed was someone stopping to chat and recognizing just what it was he held.
Thankfully, though, it seemed everyone was seemingly preoccupied, and Bee found himself at Carbine’s door without issue.
He hadn’t looked at the helmet too closely other than the briefest glance at the outside, as while he was curious as to the state of the inside, it almost seemed like it was wrong to even look in there - though he wasn’t sure why he felt that way. It was, after all, just a helmet.
Lifting one servo, he would knock exactly three times - just like he said he would.
One. Two. Three.
((Specific details on who had the helmet left purposely vague to be sorted behind the scenes at another time.))