Drabble time!
Untitled, just a little snippet about everyone's favorite big blue jerk and his fear of organics, because he's been floating around my brain quite a bit lately.
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In the middle of his recharge cycle, Sentinel jolted awake, choking off the impending scream before it had the chance to leave his vocalizer. It took a moment for his battle computer to realize that there was no real threat and disengage, letting his electropulse and ventilation slow to their normal rates. He glanced furtively about the innocuous darkness of his quarters, then gave a low growl of frustration and buried his face in his hands. His plating crawled, the sensation of viscous fibers clinging to it, and even offlining his optics couldn't banish the ghostly afterimage of glowing red eyes burned into their memory.
"Slag it." He spat the words in the same tone he used to berate his cadets for their weakness.
Barking a command to the computer, he activated the lights and got to his feet. He was down the corridor and into the decontamination room in under a cycle, turned the sonic shower up to its highest possible frequency. The chamber door shut and locked behind him, he leaned against the wall and stood under the stinging vibrations until all trace of those sticky, nonexistent strands were scoured away.
“Decontamination sequence complete,” the computer intoned.
When he stepped out of the chamber, Ultra Magnus was waiting for him. The smaller mech froze, finally and irrevocably caught, his processor racing for an explanation.
“Again, Sentinel?” the Commander asked. His voice was softer than usual. Gentle, even.
One servo clenching into a fist at his side, all Sentinel could do was nod in reply.
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In the middle of his recharge cycle, Sentinel jolted awake, choking off the impending scream before it had the chance to leave his vocalizer. It took a moment for his battle computer to realize that there was no real threat and disengage, letting his electropulse and ventilation slow to their normal rates. He glanced furtively about the innocuous darkness of his quarters, then gave a low growl of frustration and buried his face in his hands. His plating crawled, the sensation of viscous fibers clinging to it, and even offlining his optics couldn't banish the ghostly afterimage of glowing red eyes burned into their memory.
"Slag it." He spat the words in the same tone he used to berate his cadets for their weakness.
Barking a command to the computer, he activated the lights and got to his feet. He was down the corridor and into the decontamination room in under a cycle, turned the sonic shower up to its highest possible frequency. The chamber door shut and locked behind him, he leaned against the wall and stood under the stinging vibrations until all trace of those sticky, nonexistent strands were scoured away.
“Decontamination sequence complete,” the computer intoned.
When he stepped out of the chamber, Ultra Magnus was waiting for him. The smaller mech froze, finally and irrevocably caught, his processor racing for an explanation.
“Again, Sentinel?” the Commander asked. His voice was softer than usual. Gentle, even.
One servo clenching into a fist at his side, all Sentinel could do was nod in reply.