Epi .5 - Montana - The Midnight Train - Closed
May 16, 2012 15:50:59 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on May 16, 2012 15:50:59 GMT -5
As his final words ran through his vocabulator, Gasket's face-plate softened even further. He was smiling, glowing, enjoying the nostalgia of conversing with sparklings; in Jeff's case, of course, this was a stretch for similarity. On Cybertron he was something of a teacher, a mentor to new labor bots and a very broadly paternal figure when it came to keeping an eye on all of the smaller bots. With Jeff those feelings came again and even after realizing the little one's loyalty to the Decepticon he could not find it in himself to do anything else. Of course, had he not thought about it, acted on "instinct," the little thing would have been offline in a flat astro-klik.
But now, as Jeff spoke in response, Gasket stood. His entire form groaning as it rose to his full height, his two back-vents allowing another small gout of smoke to escape to release the pressure on his pseudo-boiler, the fire still raging in his insides. The question from Jeff, about being a movie, indeed caught him off guard; he had to dig into his translator to find something about it.
A movie? I would not know, little one. There is plenty of this planet I do not know. He shrugged but doubted that it was critical. When you get to be as... aged as me, little one, you will know how to identify strength when... you see it.
Further he did not move, allowing the little one to take his time working through what Gasket had said. He wondered if he should have said something, done something different. Did he give this little one advice to function with or would it cost him his operation? As little Jeff spoke a third time Gasket chuckled deeply, shaking his head and turning; He should be fine.
You know if such was the case... He said, stepping back up to his tender on the rails, his servo and digits closing over his shoulder lamp. You would not be walking out of here in fewer than three pieces. Gasket chuckled again, placing his lamp back to its housing on its shoulder, the clamps closing across its connection points. His threat was idle but not without a grain of truth.
If I do meet you on the field of battle... I hope you know to make yourself scarce. Stretching he steps across the rails to place a pede on each side of the tracks. Change so I know the repairs were efficient. Understand that the only bot that you need to answer to, in all reality, if yourself.
Stretching he waited. Gasket knew that the little form was just being the mech he had been programmed to be but he knew that even the worse bot could be good in the end.
But now, as Jeff spoke in response, Gasket stood. His entire form groaning as it rose to his full height, his two back-vents allowing another small gout of smoke to escape to release the pressure on his pseudo-boiler, the fire still raging in his insides. The question from Jeff, about being a movie, indeed caught him off guard; he had to dig into his translator to find something about it.
A movie? I would not know, little one. There is plenty of this planet I do not know. He shrugged but doubted that it was critical. When you get to be as... aged as me, little one, you will know how to identify strength when... you see it.
Further he did not move, allowing the little one to take his time working through what Gasket had said. He wondered if he should have said something, done something different. Did he give this little one advice to function with or would it cost him his operation? As little Jeff spoke a third time Gasket chuckled deeply, shaking his head and turning; He should be fine.
You know if such was the case... He said, stepping back up to his tender on the rails, his servo and digits closing over his shoulder lamp. You would not be walking out of here in fewer than three pieces. Gasket chuckled again, placing his lamp back to its housing on its shoulder, the clamps closing across its connection points. His threat was idle but not without a grain of truth.
If I do meet you on the field of battle... I hope you know to make yourself scarce. Stretching he steps across the rails to place a pede on each side of the tracks. Change so I know the repairs were efficient. Understand that the only bot that you need to answer to, in all reality, if yourself.
Stretching he waited. Gasket knew that the little form was just being the mech he had been programmed to be but he knew that even the worse bot could be good in the end.