[ti]Ep 3.5[/ti]I wanna know the answers [ Open ]
Sept 3, 2023 20:07:19 GMT -5
Post by Prowl on Sept 3, 2023 20:07:19 GMT -5
Warning bells were going off inside Prowl’s processor as Jazz advanced further, becoming more and more belligerent in the process. Normally this would be something that Prowl would meet head on...only this time there was a catch. Prowl was injured, still recovering from that wound that Knock Out had given him pretty recently. Even though Prowl carried on acting like nothing had happened, he was still wary of it.
Would Jazz use it against him? He hoped not, but then again, he didn’t expect Jazz to act in this manner. Previously held beliefs were being challenged.
On a good day he felt that he had a decent chance of being able to subdue Jazz in a hand to hand contest, provided he played his cards right and didn’t make any major mistakes. But that was by no means a guarantee of success.
His programming and nature were screaming at him to just lean forward and jab the tips of his digits into Jazz’s chest and give him the shock of a lifetime, to strike first and seize the initiative. He was confident that any objective review of his actions would reveal that he had acted in self-defense. Jazz had thrown the first blow after all, and he was claiming that he would ‘rattle his processor so hard that he would forget his Pit-be-damned designation for a solar cycle’. Any sensible individual would recognize the threat of bodily harm was there.
However instead Prowl just remained silent after Jazz’s tirade, staring at the mech who had just seemingly bared his soul to him. His own fury began to build after he had processed the saboteur's words.
“I know neither side is free of blame for this war Jazz. Don’t forget I’ve sent millions to die on my orders and killed thousands with my own hands.”
He stood up straighter now, his voice rising as milenia of frustration boiled out like a flood.
“But don’t you dare group me in with those criminals! My methods might be harsh, but I have never given any orders that have constituted a war crime! I have never ordered the direct killing of civilians or prisoners! I have never ordered the bombardment of neutral cities! I might be willing to fight dirty, but even I draw a line at what is acceptable and what is not! Anything you might have done that is illegal you bear the blame of on your own! Don’t blame me for everything you think is wrong, because I am SICK of being blamed for everything nasty about this war!”
His right servo dropped down by his side, the electricity disappearing between his two digits. Instead of throwing a punch or tazing Jazz, Prowl merely moved to walk away and leave Jazz there.
“If you want to have a discussion about how the war is fought, go bother Optimus. I have work to do.”
Would Jazz use it against him? He hoped not, but then again, he didn’t expect Jazz to act in this manner. Previously held beliefs were being challenged.
On a good day he felt that he had a decent chance of being able to subdue Jazz in a hand to hand contest, provided he played his cards right and didn’t make any major mistakes. But that was by no means a guarantee of success.
His programming and nature were screaming at him to just lean forward and jab the tips of his digits into Jazz’s chest and give him the shock of a lifetime, to strike first and seize the initiative. He was confident that any objective review of his actions would reveal that he had acted in self-defense. Jazz had thrown the first blow after all, and he was claiming that he would ‘rattle his processor so hard that he would forget his Pit-be-damned designation for a solar cycle’. Any sensible individual would recognize the threat of bodily harm was there.
However instead Prowl just remained silent after Jazz’s tirade, staring at the mech who had just seemingly bared his soul to him. His own fury began to build after he had processed the saboteur's words.
“I know neither side is free of blame for this war Jazz. Don’t forget I’ve sent millions to die on my orders and killed thousands with my own hands.”
He stood up straighter now, his voice rising as milenia of frustration boiled out like a flood.
“But don’t you dare group me in with those criminals! My methods might be harsh, but I have never given any orders that have constituted a war crime! I have never ordered the direct killing of civilians or prisoners! I have never ordered the bombardment of neutral cities! I might be willing to fight dirty, but even I draw a line at what is acceptable and what is not! Anything you might have done that is illegal you bear the blame of on your own! Don’t blame me for everything you think is wrong, because I am SICK of being blamed for everything nasty about this war!”
His right servo dropped down by his side, the electricity disappearing between his two digits. Instead of throwing a punch or tazing Jazz, Prowl merely moved to walk away and leave Jazz there.
“If you want to have a discussion about how the war is fought, go bother Optimus. I have work to do.”