I Have Found It! (Including) - A Snippet!
Well, in my last post I was bemoaning the loss of a little slip of paper. I have since found it. Yay!
If you want a little peek preview of the chapter that has since almost written itself, lookie here.
Optimus straightened his backstruts and all optics turned to him.
“You’ve all been summoned here because of your involvement in a certain Autobot’s activities. We have evidence to implicate you all in, though perhaps not felonious activities, certainly nefarious.
“This is a communal hearing because I do not feel that your actions entitle you to anonymity from each other.”
Glances were exchanged, mechs looking around at other mechs as each of them sitting at the table came to understand what was happening.
“Now, I understand that there is no evidence of what exactly has occurred during these incidences,” Prime continued, “But I am hoping that your own sense of duty and responsibility will encourage you to confess to what you have partaken in.
“Red, if you please.”
The security footage was played, one clip after another, and Red Alert watched the faces of all of the assembled ‘bots as they each gave themselves away. Some of them flinched. Bluestreak fidgeted, hands and doorwings twitching spasmodically. Others sat silently with blank faces, not responding at all to the images on the screen. Sunstreaker had his optics turned off, as though he couldn’t stand to watch.
“I hope to Primus that what I’m seeing here is not what it looks like.” Optimus’s voice came out harder than he’d ever heard it before. Red Alert was almost trembling with the repressed anger he could feel rolling off of his commander.
“Because it looks as though one of my command crew has been behaving in a matter not appropriate for his station with other mechs under my - and his - command.”
Bluestreak’s fidgeting came to a head. “Sir!” he burst out, protesting. “It was nothing like that, Sir! We were… It’s just… Sir, I…”
“Save it, Bluestreak.” Optimus cut him off. “I want to hear this from Wheeljack himself.”
“Yes, sir,” Wheeljack agreed quietly.
“But he’s not a whore, Sir!” Bluestreak cried.
Two mechs gasped. Sunstreaker had a hand pressed hard over his optics, Sideswipe gripping his shoulder and leaning over him worriedly. Wheeljack was half slumped against Ratchet’s side, frowning furiously, his resonators flickering dimly with a faint yellow light.
“I’m okay, I’m okay,” he was murmuring to Ratchet, straightening himself up and pushing Ratchet’s hands away. “Was just a tag.”
There. Was that enough snippet for you? No? Too bad. You’ll have to wait for the rest. Sorry guys. :-(
If you want a little peek preview of the chapter that has since almost written itself, lookie here.
Optimus straightened his backstruts and all optics turned to him.
“You’ve all been summoned here because of your involvement in a certain Autobot’s activities. We have evidence to implicate you all in, though perhaps not felonious activities, certainly nefarious.
“This is a communal hearing because I do not feel that your actions entitle you to anonymity from each other.”
Glances were exchanged, mechs looking around at other mechs as each of them sitting at the table came to understand what was happening.
“Now, I understand that there is no evidence of what exactly has occurred during these incidences,” Prime continued, “But I am hoping that your own sense of duty and responsibility will encourage you to confess to what you have partaken in.
“Red, if you please.”
The security footage was played, one clip after another, and Red Alert watched the faces of all of the assembled ‘bots as they each gave themselves away. Some of them flinched. Bluestreak fidgeted, hands and doorwings twitching spasmodically. Others sat silently with blank faces, not responding at all to the images on the screen. Sunstreaker had his optics turned off, as though he couldn’t stand to watch.
“I hope to Primus that what I’m seeing here is not what it looks like.” Optimus’s voice came out harder than he’d ever heard it before. Red Alert was almost trembling with the repressed anger he could feel rolling off of his commander.
“Because it looks as though one of my command crew has been behaving in a matter not appropriate for his station with other mechs under my - and his - command.”
Bluestreak’s fidgeting came to a head. “Sir!” he burst out, protesting. “It was nothing like that, Sir! We were… It’s just… Sir, I…”
“Save it, Bluestreak.” Optimus cut him off. “I want to hear this from Wheeljack himself.”
“Yes, sir,” Wheeljack agreed quietly.
“But he’s not a whore, Sir!” Bluestreak cried.
Two mechs gasped. Sunstreaker had a hand pressed hard over his optics, Sideswipe gripping his shoulder and leaning over him worriedly. Wheeljack was half slumped against Ratchet’s side, frowning furiously, his resonators flickering dimly with a faint yellow light.
“I’m okay, I’m okay,” he was murmuring to Ratchet, straightening himself up and pushing Ratchet’s hands away. “Was just a tag.”
There. Was that enough snippet for you? No? Too bad. You’ll have to wait for the rest. Sorry guys. :-(