[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Strange Reflections [Ratchet]
May 7, 2022 1:06:20 GMT -5
Post by Optimus Prime on May 7, 2022 1:06:20 GMT -5
Episode 3 | Week 3 | Day 6
One step at a time must be taken to move beyond.
Optimus stood before a door within the Medical Bay, looking down upon its nicked surface as his processor trudged through his concerns and what could go wrong in the coming moments. The room before him deviated from all others on this outpost, a small alcove attached to the primary medical area that once acted as a means for their CMO to always be on call for an emergency. Always but a few steps from whatever plight was thrown upon one of their own. Now, it housed a stranger. A distorted mirrored image that was a walking reminder of what had been lost. An image that couldn't be ignored.
Upon his arrival to this world, Jetfire had gifted not only additional support to their battered team, but he had also gifted Optimus a new perspective on the situation with their fallen medic. It did not remove any of the underlying sorrow, nor did it produce a solid resolution of any kind. Yet, it carried a powerful message.
"If that is the case... and there truly is no going back from this, then all I can say is that I'd be happy to meet him for the first time, again."
It sounded simple enough. Treat it as though this mech was simply another recent arrival to this world that just so happened to share the same frame type as his old friend. While Optimus did not tend to go out of his way to overtly socialize with any of the new Cybertronian, he still did acknowledge them since they were now under his command and protection on this new world. Try to meet them in some way to get a baseline on who they were and what they wished to do. With this 'newcomer' however, he took the time to step aside and seek him out.
Optimus had to simply grieve that which had been lost, and try to move on in some form. Set his hope and wishes that things could be reversed aside, so that it did not cloud his judgements. Deep down he couldn't give up entirely however, as tarnished as he had become due to his trust in his friend's medical skills, he still had to clutch hold of anything as to not believe Ratchet was truly gone.
Even if his processor was physically replaced as a whole, all memories gone and not recoverable in any way shape or form... did ones Spark not hold an iota of one's true self? A small flickered ghost that lingered. An imprint that ran to its fiery core...
The sliding line between belief and science.
It was irrelevant.
Reaching his right hand up, Optimus gently knocked two knuckles against the door panel twice. He was fairly confident Ratchet was within, though perhaps he had moved out to explore or try to interact with others without being noticed. There was only so long one could hide in their quarters, just as there was only so long that the Prime could hide from this situation.
After the knock, Optimus' hand would lower, his frame squaring off with the door some as a sort of tension braced through him to see his friend's face plastered over a stranger's mind.
No matter how raw the wound may be, indefinite avoidance was not an option.
One step at a time must be taken to move beyond.
Optimus stood before a door within the Medical Bay, looking down upon its nicked surface as his processor trudged through his concerns and what could go wrong in the coming moments. The room before him deviated from all others on this outpost, a small alcove attached to the primary medical area that once acted as a means for their CMO to always be on call for an emergency. Always but a few steps from whatever plight was thrown upon one of their own. Now, it housed a stranger. A distorted mirrored image that was a walking reminder of what had been lost. An image that couldn't be ignored.
Upon his arrival to this world, Jetfire had gifted not only additional support to their battered team, but he had also gifted Optimus a new perspective on the situation with their fallen medic. It did not remove any of the underlying sorrow, nor did it produce a solid resolution of any kind. Yet, it carried a powerful message.
"If that is the case... and there truly is no going back from this, then all I can say is that I'd be happy to meet him for the first time, again."
It sounded simple enough. Treat it as though this mech was simply another recent arrival to this world that just so happened to share the same frame type as his old friend. While Optimus did not tend to go out of his way to overtly socialize with any of the new Cybertronian, he still did acknowledge them since they were now under his command and protection on this new world. Try to meet them in some way to get a baseline on who they were and what they wished to do. With this 'newcomer' however, he took the time to step aside and seek him out.
Optimus had to simply grieve that which had been lost, and try to move on in some form. Set his hope and wishes that things could be reversed aside, so that it did not cloud his judgements. Deep down he couldn't give up entirely however, as tarnished as he had become due to his trust in his friend's medical skills, he still had to clutch hold of anything as to not believe Ratchet was truly gone.
Even if his processor was physically replaced as a whole, all memories gone and not recoverable in any way shape or form... did ones Spark not hold an iota of one's true self? A small flickered ghost that lingered. An imprint that ran to its fiery core...
The sliding line between belief and science.
It was irrelevant.
Reaching his right hand up, Optimus gently knocked two knuckles against the door panel twice. He was fairly confident Ratchet was within, though perhaps he had moved out to explore or try to interact with others without being noticed. There was only so long one could hide in their quarters, just as there was only so long that the Prime could hide from this situation.
After the knock, Optimus' hand would lower, his frame squaring off with the door some as a sort of tension braced through him to see his friend's face plastered over a stranger's mind.