Ep1.-If a Miner Asks for a Drink...-open
Sept 8, 2012 16:56:06 GMT -5
Post by league on Sept 8, 2012 16:56:06 GMT -5
Ever since he heard about the Neutral base, League had wanted to take a short visit to the place and check things out, maybe give some of the Neutrals and visiting 'Cons a hard time while he was there. He wasn't about to break the rules, but that didn't mean he wouldn't instigate things until the time came that he had to defend himself. But almost as soon as the reached the base the mech began to wander about and just by chance he felt like taking a right at a certain hallway and found himself smack in the middle of a bar. The miner had to stand back and just survey the scene, such a familiar bunch of smells, sights and sounds. It almost made the mech want to break down right there and then, it had been hundreds of years since he found a good Cybertronian bar and he just wanted to drink it all in.
Speaking of drinking, League lumbered on over to the bar and sat down, he didn't bother to even ask for a drink. Truth be told he didn't care what kind of energon they were peddling here, what League came for wasn't something any bot could just give him. The mech even took one of his personal high-grade cubes out of subspace and began to drink it. He felt a very profound feeling of home, something that the Autobots never gave him and not even the Neutral base at large made him feel all that attached. But here he felt like it was a part of him, it eased the tension in his rotators and at long last the miner really relaxed. He was at peace, between drinks a smile would form on the tired giant's face-plate, going so far as shutting his optics just to enjoy the odd feeling for a little while longer, to savor it.
If a bot ever asked the angry mech why he fought, why he put his aft on the line, he might just punch them right in the shoulder and storm off, but he might also reply that moments like this was what he was fighting for. The ability to just let everything got and be just another tired, sad story drinking away in a bar. It practically made his spark hum with joy as the mech finished his first cube and started on another, flicking open his optics to watch the life giving fluid slowly be drained from the cube and of course with each drop that vanished his spark just felt lighter and lighter. Soon he would be the most happy-go-lucky and jolly mech in the entire base, but for long he clung on to his growling demeanor.
Speaking of drinking, League lumbered on over to the bar and sat down, he didn't bother to even ask for a drink. Truth be told he didn't care what kind of energon they were peddling here, what League came for wasn't something any bot could just give him. The mech even took one of his personal high-grade cubes out of subspace and began to drink it. He felt a very profound feeling of home, something that the Autobots never gave him and not even the Neutral base at large made him feel all that attached. But here he felt like it was a part of him, it eased the tension in his rotators and at long last the miner really relaxed. He was at peace, between drinks a smile would form on the tired giant's face-plate, going so far as shutting his optics just to enjoy the odd feeling for a little while longer, to savor it.
If a bot ever asked the angry mech why he fought, why he put his aft on the line, he might just punch them right in the shoulder and storm off, but he might also reply that moments like this was what he was fighting for. The ability to just let everything got and be just another tired, sad story drinking away in a bar. It practically made his spark hum with joy as the mech finished his first cube and started on another, flicking open his optics to watch the life giving fluid slowly be drained from the cube and of course with each drop that vanished his spark just felt lighter and lighter. Soon he would be the most happy-go-lucky and jolly mech in the entire base, but for long he clung on to his growling demeanor.