G1 Blast Off / Punishment
[He lies on his berth, or a makeshift version of it, in his new room. It was small, only big enough for a berth and a small shelf. Not that he needs one. He doesn’t have anything here to put on it.
He groans. The pain in his processor hasn’t subsided and he feels sore. The most awful thing is the distant, but constant feeling of something poking at his wires at his back.
…it wasn’t even hands! And with organic filth on it, too; which makes it even creepier.
The gestalt programming is still weird, but he is used to it. If you spend a few months in space on a regular basis, you get used to a lot things that mess with your programming.
He onlines his optics and skips through the word list, and noticed that another one had added itself, but Catastrophe had vanished…
Comfort, the new word, is something he doesn’t want to talk about. Especially not right now!
“Punishment” instead catches his interest. Last time he made a mistake and sent his response right in the open; but not this time. Last time it brought Vortex, who knows who would show up this time; probably Swindle, only to make things even worse.
He decides to record a file. Later he will ask someone, either the medic or Cyclonus, who still owes him an explanation, how they handle the prompts.]
// So… Punishment. Something that you get when you do something stupid. Something that you most likely deserve when you do something stupid. Something that you get - undeserved - when you’re at the wrong time in the wrong place and nothing is really your fault, but it leads to something stupid. Like challenging Megatron, because no one learns from the mistakes of others, right? //
[He stops, rubbing his face plates exhaustedly.]
// Punishment is something that you get for the mistakes of others. And sometimes it is a few million years in the Detention Bank. Not only that, but if you’re finally free again, you end up stuck with the others who’s mistake it was.
So, a punishment for a lifetime. And Cybertronians have a damn long lifetime! //
[His bemoaning reminds him of the depressed Stunticon with the suitable name Dead End, and he tries to give his record a turn.]
// They’re not that bad… I guess. Onslaught is okay. He’s smart and knows what he’s saying, and doesn’t talk to me more than necessary. Brawl is easy to distract, so you can find him something to do, so that he keeps quiet, or at least his new entertainment buys you time to leave.
…
Swindle and Vortex, though… They’re… complicated.
They both talk too much, and both know how to talk, which doesn’t make it less annoying.
And they’re always up to something, always a plan, always some business, always intentions you can’t read at the first moment.
And they both touch. Everything, all the time. Swindle gives you a casual slap on the shoulder, Vortex just… does something, only because he knows you hate it.
…like I said, a punishment for a lifetime, because Starscream had nothing better to do than throw us together. //
[He doesn’t insult the seeker, it would only be a waste of time.
His voice is a bizarre mix of flat and angry when he carries on.]
// Before that… I really liked being in space.
I still do, but… it’s different now. And that’s the worst of all. //
[Engines grumbling, he offlines his optics. He should try to get another few joors of recharge as long as nobody disturbs him.]
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(OOC: He’s in a room in the ‘con medbay. You can comm. him, but he probably won’t answer. If you want something from him, it’s most likely better to knock very hard on his door.)
He groans. The pain in his processor hasn’t subsided and he feels sore. The most awful thing is the distant, but constant feeling of something poking at his wires at his back.
…it wasn’t even hands! And with organic filth on it, too; which makes it even creepier.
The gestalt programming is still weird, but he is used to it. If you spend a few months in space on a regular basis, you get used to a lot things that mess with your programming.
He onlines his optics and skips through the word list, and noticed that another one had added itself, but Catastrophe had vanished…
Comfort, the new word, is something he doesn’t want to talk about. Especially not right now!
“Punishment” instead catches his interest. Last time he made a mistake and sent his response right in the open; but not this time. Last time it brought Vortex, who knows who would show up this time; probably Swindle, only to make things even worse.
He decides to record a file. Later he will ask someone, either the medic or Cyclonus, who still owes him an explanation, how they handle the prompts.]
// So… Punishment. Something that you get when you do something stupid. Something that you most likely deserve when you do something stupid. Something that you get - undeserved - when you’re at the wrong time in the wrong place and nothing is really your fault, but it leads to something stupid. Like challenging Megatron, because no one learns from the mistakes of others, right? //
[He stops, rubbing his face plates exhaustedly.]
// Punishment is something that you get for the mistakes of others. And sometimes it is a few million years in the Detention Bank. Not only that, but if you’re finally free again, you end up stuck with the others who’s mistake it was.
So, a punishment for a lifetime. And Cybertronians have a damn long lifetime! //
[His bemoaning reminds him of the depressed Stunticon with the suitable name Dead End, and he tries to give his record a turn.]
// They’re not that bad… I guess. Onslaught is okay. He’s smart and knows what he’s saying, and doesn’t talk to me more than necessary. Brawl is easy to distract, so you can find him something to do, so that he keeps quiet, or at least his new entertainment buys you time to leave.
…
Swindle and Vortex, though… They’re… complicated.
They both talk too much, and both know how to talk, which doesn’t make it less annoying.
And they’re always up to something, always a plan, always some business, always intentions you can’t read at the first moment.
And they both touch. Everything, all the time. Swindle gives you a casual slap on the shoulder, Vortex just… does something, only because he knows you hate it.
…like I said, a punishment for a lifetime, because Starscream had nothing better to do than throw us together. //
[He doesn’t insult the seeker, it would only be a waste of time.
His voice is a bizarre mix of flat and angry when he carries on.]
// Before that… I really liked being in space.
I still do, but… it’s different now. And that’s the worst of all. //
[Engines grumbling, he offlines his optics. He should try to get another few joors of recharge as long as nobody disturbs him.]
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(OOC: He’s in a room in the ‘con medbay. You can comm. him, but he probably won’t answer. If you want something from him, it’s most likely better to knock very hard on his door.)