On the road again
*When the material transport mission had come up on the roster, Rodimus had jumped at the chance. "It's good for the Autobots to see me doing the same jobs they're doing," he'd argued when Ultra Magnus balked. "Besides, I've got a trailer, I can carry the whole load myself. Why weaken our defenses by sending five mechs on a mission that I can do by myself?"*
*All that was true, but they wasn't the reasons Rodimus wanted to go. He'd taken his time about it, meandering along familiar highways to the supply depot and back, stopping to talk to patrolling Autobots and awed humans on vacation, responding with amusement when Ultra Magnus communicated his frustration. It's nearly sunset now as Rodimus makes his way back home, weary but happy with a trailer full of supplies.*
*He's also set his radio to autoscan, and is letting it do as it wishes as he drives along...*
*scan* ...I'm much too young to feel this damn old... *scan*
*heh* You too, huh? *sigh* I don't know what to do, Optimus. Everything's so mixed up in my head... I just want to do the right thing by the Autobots.
*scan* ...Blame it all on my roots, I showed up in boots... *scan*
No, it's not your fault! *more quietly* It's not your fault. You didn't do anything wrong. *hint of a smile in his voice* Just another trial for the Chosen, I guess. I'll get through it. I always do.
*static*
...*bursts out* I can't do this, Optimus! I can't bear this burden on my own! *overcome, Rodimus pulls over to the side of the road and idles his engine* *morosely* It's not fair. Why can't I get crushes on members of my own faction? *huffs out a desperate laugh* How do you ask out the Leader of the Decepticons on a date? ...and frag, what if he accepts? Best-case scenario would be if he just shoots me. *bitter*
*scan* ...thank the devil for the trouble that I get into / I got to give credit where credit is due... *scan*
No, I don't blame him for this! ...
*static*
...only a little. I just wish he'd look at me a little differently, you know? What am I to him besides a big, flaming target?
...*sigh* Maybe I should talk to him. We didn't get a chance when he first came back, what with the Fallen and all... *subtle little tremble* Maybe if I just hear him say he hates me, in his own voice...
*scan* ...what's meant to be will always find a way... *scan*
*snrk* Now you're sounding like Dreadboots. *his engine rumbles to life and he pulls back out on the road*
....Thanks, Optimus.
*scan* ...can't you tell? This is Austin / I still love you... *scan*
*All that was true, but they wasn't the reasons Rodimus wanted to go. He'd taken his time about it, meandering along familiar highways to the supply depot and back, stopping to talk to patrolling Autobots and awed humans on vacation, responding with amusement when Ultra Magnus communicated his frustration. It's nearly sunset now as Rodimus makes his way back home, weary but happy with a trailer full of supplies.*
*He's also set his radio to autoscan, and is letting it do as it wishes as he drives along...*
*scan* ...I'm much too young to feel this damn old... *scan*
*heh* You too, huh? *sigh* I don't know what to do, Optimus. Everything's so mixed up in my head... I just want to do the right thing by the Autobots.
*scan* ...Blame it all on my roots, I showed up in boots... *scan*
No, it's not your fault! *more quietly* It's not your fault. You didn't do anything wrong. *hint of a smile in his voice* Just another trial for the Chosen, I guess. I'll get through it. I always do.
*static*
...*bursts out* I can't do this, Optimus! I can't bear this burden on my own! *overcome, Rodimus pulls over to the side of the road and idles his engine* *morosely* It's not fair. Why can't I get crushes on members of my own faction? *huffs out a desperate laugh* How do you ask out the Leader of the Decepticons on a date? ...and frag, what if he accepts? Best-case scenario would be if he just shoots me. *bitter*
*scan* ...thank the devil for the trouble that I get into / I got to give credit where credit is due... *scan*
No, I don't blame him for this! ...
*static*
...only a little. I just wish he'd look at me a little differently, you know? What am I to him besides a big, flaming target?
...*sigh* Maybe I should talk to him. We didn't get a chance when he first came back, what with the Fallen and all... *subtle little tremble* Maybe if I just hear him say he hates me, in his own voice...
*scan* ...what's meant to be will always find a way... *scan*
*snrk* Now you're sounding like Dreadboots. *his engine rumbles to life and he pulls back out on the road*
....Thanks, Optimus.
*scan* ...can't you tell? This is Austin / I still love you... *scan*