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[Very early hours, Saturday morning]
*jerks online, struggling briefly to remember where he was. Glancing around, he realises that he's in medbay, and he can move. Venting a soft sigh, Inferno sits up slowly, looking around. He could see Trailbreaker on a berth close by, the missing plating all the more apparent in the low level lighting*
Frag... *scrubs a hand over his optics and opens a personal log*
I don't ever wanna go through that again. Didn't even cross my mind that they'd come after the likes a me. Trailbreaker I can understand, but me?
Well, it's done an' in the past now I guess. Just gotta wait fer Ratchet and Wheeljack to find the materials to replace my leg.
It... it's taking me a while ta remember where I am. First time I onlined after we got back, I nearly hurt Ratchet. Fer a moment, I thought he was Scrapper. *shudders* Don't doubt they'll have us talkin' ta Smokescreen once we're kicked outta medbay. Dunno what I'd say ta him. Guess until I'm outta here an' rechargin' properly... Keep expecting ta wake up and see Scrapper over me. Or Hook.
Not that I'm gonna tell Red that. I know he's been watching what's goin' on down here, and I've done mah best ta let everyone know I'm okay. But... I don't know if I am okay. That's a strange thing ta say, especially fer the likes a me. I ain't one ta be scared of nothing. But frag if I weren't scared outta my processor watching Scrapper dismantle Trailbreaker an' not being able ta do a thing about it. And then when he started in on me...
*saves and closes the entry, not knowing quite how to put his thoughts and feelings into words. Subspacing the datapad, he lets his optics drift down the berth towards his missing leg*
Frag, but that's gonna take some gettin' used ta.
*jerks online, struggling briefly to remember where he was. Glancing around, he realises that he's in medbay, and he can move. Venting a soft sigh, Inferno sits up slowly, looking around. He could see Trailbreaker on a berth close by, the missing plating all the more apparent in the low level lighting*
Frag... *scrubs a hand over his optics and opens a personal log*
I don't ever wanna go through that again. Didn't even cross my mind that they'd come after the likes a me. Trailbreaker I can understand, but me?
Well, it's done an' in the past now I guess. Just gotta wait fer Ratchet and Wheeljack to find the materials to replace my leg.
It... it's taking me a while ta remember where I am. First time I onlined after we got back, I nearly hurt Ratchet. Fer a moment, I thought he was Scrapper. *shudders* Don't doubt they'll have us talkin' ta Smokescreen once we're kicked outta medbay. Dunno what I'd say ta him. Guess until I'm outta here an' rechargin' properly... Keep expecting ta wake up and see Scrapper over me. Or Hook.
Not that I'm gonna tell Red that. I know he's been watching what's goin' on down here, and I've done mah best ta let everyone know I'm okay. But... I don't know if I am okay. That's a strange thing ta say, especially fer the likes a me. I ain't one ta be scared of nothing. But frag if I weren't scared outta my processor watching Scrapper dismantle Trailbreaker an' not being able ta do a thing about it. And then when he started in on me...
*saves and closes the entry, not knowing quite how to put his thoughts and feelings into words. Subspacing the datapad, he lets his optics drift down the berth towards his missing leg*
Frag, but that's gonna take some gettin' used ta.