Ep. 1 - Communication of Sentence - (Closed)
Sept 6, 2014 13:51:37 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2014 13:51:37 GMT -5
Fortress Maximus did not need to give his final warning; it was apparent by his blatant desire to have the convicts executed that letting them anywhere near him would only end in tragedy and immeasurable amounts of collateral damage. Red Alert had realized this immediately, from the moment the warden first had that violent, explosively-angry outburst just at the revelation that their newest arrivals had criminal records.
There was no way in hell the two would be allowed to be alone in the same room as Fortress Maximus - or vice versa. Without someone else around to buffer any potential conflicts that may arise, or to halt any physical altercations that might possibly take place between the three, things would most assuredly turn ugly almost immediately. Red Alert was sure of this. Fortress Maximus’ alarming behavior, the hatred and rage that he had directed towards the new arrivals, his threatening parting words--they all practically guaranteed that, if provoked, the former warden would not hesitate to act against the two mechs. Violently. Likely excessively so.
Red Alert did not believe he was being even remotely paranoid for worrying that someone would wind up dead.
If things continued in that fashion, if Fortress Maximus could not let go of his anger and resentment long enough to see reason and realize how irrational he was being, how...how deranged his behavior was---there was no telling what the mech might do, what he might come to regret if he acted in anger, while his better judgement and rational mind was clouded with rage.
Sighing, Red Alert dropped his forehead into his waiting fingers and rubbed absently as he offlined his optics, taking a moment to let everything that just happened settle in. When Ratchet turned to address him, he glanced back up, his hand hovering in the air for a moment before slowly dropping back down at his side.
He knew better than to give his usual response and say he was fine when there was so much evidence to the contrary.
“...I’m doing much better than Fortress.” He replied instead, before casting a glance at the crater in the wall and shaking his head with a quiet sigh. “For however much that’s worth.”
There was no way in hell the two would be allowed to be alone in the same room as Fortress Maximus - or vice versa. Without someone else around to buffer any potential conflicts that may arise, or to halt any physical altercations that might possibly take place between the three, things would most assuredly turn ugly almost immediately. Red Alert was sure of this. Fortress Maximus’ alarming behavior, the hatred and rage that he had directed towards the new arrivals, his threatening parting words--they all practically guaranteed that, if provoked, the former warden would not hesitate to act against the two mechs. Violently. Likely excessively so.
Red Alert did not believe he was being even remotely paranoid for worrying that someone would wind up dead.
If things continued in that fashion, if Fortress Maximus could not let go of his anger and resentment long enough to see reason and realize how irrational he was being, how...how deranged his behavior was---there was no telling what the mech might do, what he might come to regret if he acted in anger, while his better judgement and rational mind was clouded with rage.
Sighing, Red Alert dropped his forehead into his waiting fingers and rubbed absently as he offlined his optics, taking a moment to let everything that just happened settle in. When Ratchet turned to address him, he glanced back up, his hand hovering in the air for a moment before slowly dropping back down at his side.
He knew better than to give his usual response and say he was fine when there was so much evidence to the contrary.
“...I’m doing much better than Fortress.” He replied instead, before casting a glance at the crater in the wall and shaking his head with a quiet sigh. “For however much that’s worth.”