Ep 0.5 - Broken Communication (Closed)

[steele]

Blaster has just gotten back for a drive. He really needed to get out of the base for a while. It felt good to get out. Refreshing even. He didn't harbour any dislike for hanging out with his team. But even he needed to get back out.

Of course, after getting a few self-guided tours of Jasper, he was more than happy to get back to the base. He walked in to the control room stretching. It had been a reasonably quiet day.

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Monitor duty. Months and months and Primus-knew-how-long stuck in a shoebox with delusions of aerialist-esque grandeur, and the moment he was free the Prime assigned him monitor duty. There was either an insult or lesson somewhere in this sorry mess of happenstance/practical joking, and offhand Legion couldn't decide which option would grind his gears less. On the one hand, being backhandedly insulted by the living incarnation of peace, love and turbopups was something few mechs could boast of, and thus something to be insufferably proud of. On the other, if this was how Prime taught his own mechs lessons, Legion really, really didn't want to find out how he dealt with his enemies.

School o'Hard Knocks ain't got nothin' on our Bossmech.

And so it was a perfectly miserable Legion who happened to glance up when somebot ambled into the emocave control room, a Legion doing his level best to project the world's most woeful frequencies on as wide a bandwidth as he could manage.

...His big doofy 'YAY SOMEBOT NEW' grin utterly spoiled the effect, of course, but that was beside the point.

"Y'gotta save me, mech. 'm goin' bonkers 'ere."

[steele]

Blaster had no idea when he became the cure for terminal boredom. He actually had no idea when this actually started in his life. However, what he was sure about was that in this very instance; at that very moment when a tall forest green mech came bounding towards him with a certain wide grin that this moment like those that had come before this one that once again, Blaster was about to alleviate someone of their boredom.

"Oi... uh, the monitors aren't that bad, mate. If anything, it should be a GOOD thing when nothing happens. Have you tried plugging around the human Internet or maybe pestering someone on the comms? You can usually get a rise out of someone that way," said Blaster.