[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Essential Foundations [Closed]
Oct 12, 2020 14:04:02 GMT -5
Post by Sundance on Oct 12, 2020 14:04:02 GMT -5
Before she had made it a few steps to the benches she so desired, she was halted by the voice of her leader. She wanted her freedom and yet here she was still trapped. Sundance hung her head, finding it hard to even look in Optimus' direction and show the respect he did fairly warrant.
There was only so much retreating Sundance could do, only so much backing down but it had never been her best trait. At some point the mantra of the customer-comes-first broke down when fight or flight had been cornered. Suni was made for customer service and niceties, but her spark was that of a racer and a fighter. Her guilt and embarrassment was fast burning through impatience. Somewhere around Optimus’ big words, too big for Sundance's processor, and his command that the head of security would do some sort of psyche assessment, impatience clicked a notch into frustration.
The fact that one of the greatest cybertronians ever to be sparked was now also bearing down on her making the small femme feel like it was now 3 vs 1 just further fuelled her defensive instinct.
Sundance slow panned to face Optimus, and then her body followed the lead of her head. Defiance flared into her field and hardened, but did not diminish her shame still burning. In the tilt of her finials and the challenging smile on her face, there was the markings of aggression.
“You’re quite right, this isn't finished." In the hush of the room with the audience on edge, her usually playful voice demanded to be heard.
"So let’s collect that checkered flag, right here!" Sundance waved her arms out to encompass the whole room, "Right now!" And stamped one foot to accentuate.
"Those other phobias you just mentioned? Whoosh! Right over my head, and I'm already overclocked as it is. I know exactly what I have, an irrational fear of being trapped or bound. I’ve been this way since my original off the shelf components were first mated together. And yeah sometimes I'm claustrophobic too." Sundance shrugged, her tone softening a little as she continued. She was a flier, claustrophobia seemed to be an accepted part of having wings.
"Yes, drawing the guns was the wrong reaction, but really, what other option is there? Seriously, someone please tell me." She emphatically begged as she looked around the room meeting optics with her own. "I’ve been through this before, getting jumped by predator styled cassettes during room clearing ops, or heck, even hit with grapnel nets. My lack of heavy back plating is gosh darn obvious isn't it? If I slam a cassette, all hooked claws and teeth into a wall, or even the floor, the darn things just gonna fight harder, life or death, and send me to the medics berth again at the least. Tear them off my back? I like my plating intact. I know in that situation, I am caught! Reacting as I did has saved my aft more than once. Four million years, never shot a friend." She held up her hands, palms out in peace. There was no prize to be won here other than peaceful settlement. But she was feeling even less inclined now to join the audience. She would be happy to follow Red Alert out, though she did not wish to take him away.
There was only so much retreating Sundance could do, only so much backing down but it had never been her best trait. At some point the mantra of the customer-comes-first broke down when fight or flight had been cornered. Suni was made for customer service and niceties, but her spark was that of a racer and a fighter. Her guilt and embarrassment was fast burning through impatience. Somewhere around Optimus’ big words, too big for Sundance's processor, and his command that the head of security would do some sort of psyche assessment, impatience clicked a notch into frustration.
The fact that one of the greatest cybertronians ever to be sparked was now also bearing down on her making the small femme feel like it was now 3 vs 1 just further fuelled her defensive instinct.
Sundance slow panned to face Optimus, and then her body followed the lead of her head. Defiance flared into her field and hardened, but did not diminish her shame still burning. In the tilt of her finials and the challenging smile on her face, there was the markings of aggression.
“You’re quite right, this isn't finished." In the hush of the room with the audience on edge, her usually playful voice demanded to be heard.
"So let’s collect that checkered flag, right here!" Sundance waved her arms out to encompass the whole room, "Right now!" And stamped one foot to accentuate.
"Those other phobias you just mentioned? Whoosh! Right over my head, and I'm already overclocked as it is. I know exactly what I have, an irrational fear of being trapped or bound. I’ve been this way since my original off the shelf components were first mated together. And yeah sometimes I'm claustrophobic too." Sundance shrugged, her tone softening a little as she continued. She was a flier, claustrophobia seemed to be an accepted part of having wings.
"Yes, drawing the guns was the wrong reaction, but really, what other option is there? Seriously, someone please tell me." She emphatically begged as she looked around the room meeting optics with her own. "I’ve been through this before, getting jumped by predator styled cassettes during room clearing ops, or heck, even hit with grapnel nets. My lack of heavy back plating is gosh darn obvious isn't it? If I slam a cassette, all hooked claws and teeth into a wall, or even the floor, the darn things just gonna fight harder, life or death, and send me to the medics berth again at the least. Tear them off my back? I like my plating intact. I know in that situation, I am caught! Reacting as I did has saved my aft more than once. Four million years, never shot a friend." She held up her hands, palms out in peace. There was no prize to be won here other than peaceful settlement. But she was feeling even less inclined now to join the audience. She would be happy to follow Red Alert out, though she did not wish to take him away.