Flashback – Cities of Dust – Closed
Jan 27, 2013 13:52:55 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2013 13:52:55 GMT -5
“You,” said Sideswipe, squinting at Shiftlock as though she were a strange an alien organism never before seen, “you talk a lot.” He pointed at her, engex sloshing audibly in the bottle. “Like… you don’t know me, so I’ll tell you: I don’t say that to a lot of people. Just puttin’ that out there. Kay? Okay.”
Having said that, he took another long swallow of engex and put it down on the exam table. Okay, fine, so she wasn’t as bad as, say, Blurr or Siren or Bluestreak (c’mon Bluestreak)but that was still a short list of chatter-box Bots and he could count on one-hand how many mistook him for someone you EVER wanted to divulge personal facts to on account of him being… well… Sideswipe. One step behind Swerve in 'Bad Bots To Tell Things To'.
That said… she was right. At least, about the ‘neither of us will care or remember’ part. Given Wrecker survival rates, Shiftlock would probably die very shortly and extravagantly and way before her time and there would be another partial (if not total) iteration of the Wreckers shortly following. But for whatever reason this Wrecker was hitting some kind of breaking point here and, if literally nothing else, Sideswipe could understand and respect that long enough to stop clowning. If it had been Blue or anyone else confessing something like that, he’d do the same. So…
The commando cycled his vents a little, glancing toward the door.
“Look,” he said, finally. “if I’m smilin’ it’s because what I’m fightin' for is still there an’ I can keep fightin' for it. That’s it. That’s enough for me. I dunno what else to say ‘cept ya need ta find somethin’ you’re fighting for that’s worth surviving for. If your end game is your own glorious headshot for the glory of the Autobot cause or whatever, s’gonna be a self-fufilling prophecy.” He looked at her, blue optics glowing steady on in the dusty light. “Can't think like that. So I guess… what’re ya surviving for?”
Having said that, he took another long swallow of engex and put it down on the exam table. Okay, fine, so she wasn’t as bad as, say, Blurr or Siren or Bluestreak (c’mon Bluestreak)but that was still a short list of chatter-box Bots and he could count on one-hand how many mistook him for someone you EVER wanted to divulge personal facts to on account of him being… well… Sideswipe. One step behind Swerve in 'Bad Bots To Tell Things To'.
That said… she was right. At least, about the ‘neither of us will care or remember’ part. Given Wrecker survival rates, Shiftlock would probably die very shortly and extravagantly and way before her time and there would be another partial (if not total) iteration of the Wreckers shortly following. But for whatever reason this Wrecker was hitting some kind of breaking point here and, if literally nothing else, Sideswipe could understand and respect that long enough to stop clowning. If it had been Blue or anyone else confessing something like that, he’d do the same. So…
The commando cycled his vents a little, glancing toward the door.
“Look,” he said, finally. “if I’m smilin’ it’s because what I’m fightin' for is still there an’ I can keep fightin' for it. That’s it. That’s enough for me. I dunno what else to say ‘cept ya need ta find somethin’ you’re fighting for that’s worth surviving for. If your end game is your own glorious headshot for the glory of the Autobot cause or whatever, s’gonna be a self-fufilling prophecy.” He looked at her, blue optics glowing steady on in the dusty light. “Can't think like that. So I guess… what’re ya surviving for?”