Ep 1 Cops and Robbers (Closed)
Nov 15, 2014 5:00:29 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2014 5:00:29 GMT -5
(Set end of week 3 at 2 AM, soon after Building Bridges)
The unspoken rule seemed to be down time at night time was recharge time.
It was a stupid rule.
Zoom-Zoom lay on his berth, wide awake. He was not in recharge because his frame didn't quite understand having a frequent scheduled recharge time. It was too long and came too often. Normally, Zoom-Zoom was used to running himself ragged, pushing himself to keep going and making the most of his time. Recharge was something meant to be grabbed in the briefest snatches because a location never stayed safe for long. Which was part of his problem. He'd recharged quite heavily, the first night in his room. But each subsequent night, the amount of time he'd spent offline had shortened. Nagging paranoia over choosing the same spot kept booting him up long before the night was over. Which led to nights like these, where he spent the hours being driven up the wall.
The minibot had nothing to do with himself. His processor, with its incredible capacity to process large volumes of data, did not deal well with this. In fact, it dealt terribly with inactivity. At least before, he'd had plenty to be concerned about. Survival had occupied the fore front of his processor for just about every waking moment. And even in the long periods, where he'd been crammed into a hiding hole, waiting for Decepticons or hostile aliens to go past and leave him alone, the ever present threat of death was enough to keep him focused. Or even when there was no danger at all but he was out on transport, Zoom-Zoom had entertained himself with the various objects in his subspace. The explosive Red Alert had confiscated off him had been disassembled and reassembled so many times.
Here in the Omega base, Zoom-Zoom had none of that. His subspace was bare and empty. There was no immediate danger hanging above his head. It was just him and his thoughts for company and Zoom-Zoom really, really didn't like that. Right now, there were plenty of thoughts he didn't want to ruminating on.
"Is this truly how you want to die, Autobot? Cowering alone? No honour, no valor, or even meaning? No significance?"
No significance.
No significance.
"Shut up," Zoom-Zoom mumbled to the wall. But his voice was feeble and weak. The wall was plain and blank and yet for some reason, he had the feeling it was mocking him. He was good with cowering. He did that a lot. Honour meant nothing to him either. Back then, those words hadn't affected him because the minibot hadn't been expecting to live through the encounter. But now, alone in the dark, with nothing else to occupy his processor...
No significance, Megatron's menacing voice seemed to hiss in his audials.
The minibot's fists tightened. He rose to his pedes. Unhappily, he stalked from his room, his doors low but stiff on his back. Zoom-Zoom's movements were quiet, determined. He knew the blind spots in the cameras down these halls. Fortunately, they were yet to be adjusted for his height.
You're a Spec Op agent, Zoom-Zoom told himself, so act like one. He focused on that, trying to empty his processor of the thoughts he really didn't want to entertain by falling back on his training. He'd slowly been exploring the nooks and crannies of the Omega base. But there were still plenty of holes to find in the infrastructure.
Time for an unauthorized, late night training exercise.
The unspoken rule seemed to be down time at night time was recharge time.
It was a stupid rule.
Zoom-Zoom lay on his berth, wide awake. He was not in recharge because his frame didn't quite understand having a frequent scheduled recharge time. It was too long and came too often. Normally, Zoom-Zoom was used to running himself ragged, pushing himself to keep going and making the most of his time. Recharge was something meant to be grabbed in the briefest snatches because a location never stayed safe for long. Which was part of his problem. He'd recharged quite heavily, the first night in his room. But each subsequent night, the amount of time he'd spent offline had shortened. Nagging paranoia over choosing the same spot kept booting him up long before the night was over. Which led to nights like these, where he spent the hours being driven up the wall.
The minibot had nothing to do with himself. His processor, with its incredible capacity to process large volumes of data, did not deal well with this. In fact, it dealt terribly with inactivity. At least before, he'd had plenty to be concerned about. Survival had occupied the fore front of his processor for just about every waking moment. And even in the long periods, where he'd been crammed into a hiding hole, waiting for Decepticons or hostile aliens to go past and leave him alone, the ever present threat of death was enough to keep him focused. Or even when there was no danger at all but he was out on transport, Zoom-Zoom had entertained himself with the various objects in his subspace. The explosive Red Alert had confiscated off him had been disassembled and reassembled so many times.
Here in the Omega base, Zoom-Zoom had none of that. His subspace was bare and empty. There was no immediate danger hanging above his head. It was just him and his thoughts for company and Zoom-Zoom really, really didn't like that. Right now, there were plenty of thoughts he didn't want to ruminating on.
"Is this truly how you want to die, Autobot? Cowering alone? No honour, no valor, or even meaning? No significance?"
No significance.
No significance.
"Shut up," Zoom-Zoom mumbled to the wall. But his voice was feeble and weak. The wall was plain and blank and yet for some reason, he had the feeling it was mocking him. He was good with cowering. He did that a lot. Honour meant nothing to him either. Back then, those words hadn't affected him because the minibot hadn't been expecting to live through the encounter. But now, alone in the dark, with nothing else to occupy his processor...
No significance, Megatron's menacing voice seemed to hiss in his audials.
The minibot's fists tightened. He rose to his pedes. Unhappily, he stalked from his room, his doors low but stiff on his back. Zoom-Zoom's movements were quiet, determined. He knew the blind spots in the cameras down these halls. Fortunately, they were yet to be adjusted for his height.
You're a Spec Op agent, Zoom-Zoom told himself, so act like one. He focused on that, trying to empty his processor of the thoughts he really didn't want to entertain by falling back on his training. He'd slowly been exploring the nooks and crannies of the Omega base. But there were still plenty of holes to find in the infrastructure.
Time for an unauthorized, late night training exercise.