in which Optimus does something brave and-slash-or stupid.
[TFA Optimus Prime]
yo. closed thread. ♥ again.
*For the record, Ratchet did fast repairs. They were settled, but at least everything was rearranged into the functioning area. The discussion had been.. hard. But thankfully, minus a small diversion from a little human named Alexis - it hadn't been too bumpy. He had been safe, repaired, and around friends, but his spark hadn't settled right. He told himself it was because he was currently without his main weapon, in a world that he wasn't familiar with.
He knew it was a lie.
Free to come and go as he pleased in this world, Optimus hoped his friends didn't think too much about him leaving the medbay halfway through one of the afternoons. The.. cave he'd been taken to couldn't be all that difficult to find again. Properly repaired and recharged, his processors traced the path right back to the river and cave mouth. But not before the red and blue mech was strung tighter than the security around the Academy. Being this close made him nervous - in more than one way.
Scanning over the entrance of the cave, Optimus inched into it, wary of the darkness he could only see so far into. The sun might have been high, but it was pitch black in the cave, and what might be waiting on him around each turn kept him from turning his headlights on. Megatron, or that Starscream, or whatever other Decepticon might have been prowling the area.
Thanks to Primus' grace (or maybe not, he reminded himself with a quiet snort; Primus didn't help him when..), or whatever, he made it into the main chamber of the cave. Keeping himself quiet in a place where his every intake and spark pulse seemed to echo was damned hard. Quickly, he scanned the walls, hoping that the colors of his ax would stand out against the dark colors, but it wasn't there. Where had the slagger thrown it..!
Fighting back the urge to growl, Optimus tightened his hand on the handle of the spare ax he kept in his subspace pocket. Why come back for the one he'd lost here? That had been made specifically for him, back when he was in the Academy. On top of the sentimental value, it just fit better. Coming closer to the throne, Optimus thought, maybe no one was here, and he'd be able to find his ax, pull it out of the wall with his grapplers, and be gone before they knew anything different.
Not that luck had ever been on his side.*
yo. closed thread. ♥ again.
*For the record, Ratchet did fast repairs. They were settled, but at least everything was rearranged into the functioning area. The discussion had been.. hard. But thankfully, minus a small diversion from a little human named Alexis - it hadn't been too bumpy. He had been safe, repaired, and around friends, but his spark hadn't settled right. He told himself it was because he was currently without his main weapon, in a world that he wasn't familiar with.
He knew it was a lie.
Free to come and go as he pleased in this world, Optimus hoped his friends didn't think too much about him leaving the medbay halfway through one of the afternoons. The.. cave he'd been taken to couldn't be all that difficult to find again. Properly repaired and recharged, his processors traced the path right back to the river and cave mouth. But not before the red and blue mech was strung tighter than the security around the Academy. Being this close made him nervous - in more than one way.
Scanning over the entrance of the cave, Optimus inched into it, wary of the darkness he could only see so far into. The sun might have been high, but it was pitch black in the cave, and what might be waiting on him around each turn kept him from turning his headlights on. Megatron, or that Starscream, or whatever other Decepticon might have been prowling the area.
Thanks to Primus' grace (or maybe not, he reminded himself with a quiet snort; Primus didn't help him when..), or whatever, he made it into the main chamber of the cave. Keeping himself quiet in a place where his every intake and spark pulse seemed to echo was damned hard. Quickly, he scanned the walls, hoping that the colors of his ax would stand out against the dark colors, but it wasn't there. Where had the slagger thrown it..!
Fighting back the urge to growl, Optimus tightened his hand on the handle of the spare ax he kept in his subspace pocket. Why come back for the one he'd lost here? That had been made specifically for him, back when he was in the Academy. On top of the sentimental value, it just fit better. Coming closer to the throne, Optimus thought, maybe no one was here, and he'd be able to find his ax, pull it out of the wall with his grapplers, and be gone before they knew anything different.
Not that luck had ever been on his side.*