[FIC] Not Forgotten
Title: Not Forgotten
Author: kirin-saga
Rated: G
A/N: For outerelf.
Summary: He had been forgotten, and he hadn't known.
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Broadside had been the one to find it. He had been going through old files, having nothing better to do, when he had located it in a nearly empty folder in one of Impactor's files. Broadside didn't know how one of the deceased Autobot's files got in Xantium's computer - Impactor had been long dead by the time they had met the sentient ship - but supposed one of the others had uploaded it. In any case, the document was an interesting read, and one he thought Springer should take a look at.
"He wanted Inferno on the team?" Springer asked, sounding mildly annoyed, when he read the document Broadside had brought him.
Broadside knew the annoyance wasn't aimed at Inferno, the mech had long since earned their respect, but more because Springer hadn't known that the mech he practically worshiped had been considering adding to their team. "His stats, bio, and a list of reprimands are all there, Springer. Severely out of date, of course, but everything shows that he'd make a good Wrecker. Impactor just never got around to actually recruiting him."
Springer was still reading the file. The reprimands were similar to those listed under his own file, and the files of the other Wreckers. Confrontational, disrespectful of authority (though in Springer's mind, only an idiot would respect those who were in charge at the time), frequent insubordination... The only thing missing were reports of violent and uncontrollable behavior; but then, Inferno wasn't a triplechanger and was therefor not a victim of irrational fears and prejudice. Broadside was right; Inferno would make a good Wrecker. However... "We're not asking him."
Broadside nodded, accepting the decision. He himself was comfortable with the way things were and he knew the others would be resistant to any changes. He had only wanted Springer's opinion on Impactor's choice. Though he was curious about Springer's reasoning. "Why not?"
Springer sighed and closed the file, flagging it so he could easily locate it later if needed. "He's needed where he is; it would cause too many disruptions if we were to uproot him now." He smirked. "Besides, Red would kill me if I let his mate go into the kind of situations we regularly face. That mech can be scary when he wants to be."
Broadside had to smile at that; no Wrecker in their right mind (well, what passed as right for them) would forget that. Not if they wanted their dignity and reputation intact. Sandstorm had learned that the hard way. "But?" he asked, knowing Springer wouldn't just leave it at that and forget about it.
"But," Springer continued, adding some notes to the file's description, "we'll keep an optic on him; help him out if he needs it. If Impactor thought he was good enough to be a Wrecker, then he's a Wrecker; whether we ever let him know it or not." Though it would be funny to let that fact 'slip' to Prowl. The mech would have an epic fit if he were to learn there was a Wrecker in permanent residence. He'd have to remember to accidentally mention it.
Broadside quietly slipped out, leaving Springer to his plotting. He knew it was a good idea to mention the file; it had already proved to be entertaining. Besides, Springer had been bored of late, which usually caused Roadbuster's stress levels to rise as he tried to prevent Springer from going crazy from having nothing to do. This would keep Springer occupied until the next mission came in, hopefully.
Broadside happily returned to his self-imposed task of searching old files, wondering what else he would find.
Author: kirin-saga
Rated: G
A/N: For outerelf.
Summary: He had been forgotten, and he hadn't known.
________________________________________
Broadside had been the one to find it. He had been going through old files, having nothing better to do, when he had located it in a nearly empty folder in one of Impactor's files. Broadside didn't know how one of the deceased Autobot's files got in Xantium's computer - Impactor had been long dead by the time they had met the sentient ship - but supposed one of the others had uploaded it. In any case, the document was an interesting read, and one he thought Springer should take a look at.
"He wanted Inferno on the team?" Springer asked, sounding mildly annoyed, when he read the document Broadside had brought him.
Broadside knew the annoyance wasn't aimed at Inferno, the mech had long since earned their respect, but more because Springer hadn't known that the mech he practically worshiped had been considering adding to their team. "His stats, bio, and a list of reprimands are all there, Springer. Severely out of date, of course, but everything shows that he'd make a good Wrecker. Impactor just never got around to actually recruiting him."
Springer was still reading the file. The reprimands were similar to those listed under his own file, and the files of the other Wreckers. Confrontational, disrespectful of authority (though in Springer's mind, only an idiot would respect those who were in charge at the time), frequent insubordination... The only thing missing were reports of violent and uncontrollable behavior; but then, Inferno wasn't a triplechanger and was therefor not a victim of irrational fears and prejudice. Broadside was right; Inferno would make a good Wrecker. However... "We're not asking him."
Broadside nodded, accepting the decision. He himself was comfortable with the way things were and he knew the others would be resistant to any changes. He had only wanted Springer's opinion on Impactor's choice. Though he was curious about Springer's reasoning. "Why not?"
Springer sighed and closed the file, flagging it so he could easily locate it later if needed. "He's needed where he is; it would cause too many disruptions if we were to uproot him now." He smirked. "Besides, Red would kill me if I let his mate go into the kind of situations we regularly face. That mech can be scary when he wants to be."
Broadside had to smile at that; no Wrecker in their right mind (well, what passed as right for them) would forget that. Not if they wanted their dignity and reputation intact. Sandstorm had learned that the hard way. "But?" he asked, knowing Springer wouldn't just leave it at that and forget about it.
"But," Springer continued, adding some notes to the file's description, "we'll keep an optic on him; help him out if he needs it. If Impactor thought he was good enough to be a Wrecker, then he's a Wrecker; whether we ever let him know it or not." Though it would be funny to let that fact 'slip' to Prowl. The mech would have an epic fit if he were to learn there was a Wrecker in permanent residence. He'd have to remember to accidentally mention it.
Broadside quietly slipped out, leaving Springer to his plotting. He knew it was a good idea to mention the file; it had already proved to be entertaining. Besides, Springer had been bored of late, which usually caused Roadbuster's stress levels to rise as he tried to prevent Springer from going crazy from having nothing to do. This would keep Springer occupied until the next mission came in, hopefully.
Broadside happily returned to his self-imposed task of searching old files, wondering what else he would find.