I won't put my hands up and surrender.
IDW Sideswipe
*He really needed to stretch his legs, flee the confines of his new 'home' for a while, just to get away from everything - everyone, mostly Siders and his brother; feeling somewhat awkward, tense and displaced now that Siders and his twin were reunited. He was happy Siders had his brother back, but at the same time, he wasn't entirely sure where that left him and the others.
Wandering restlessly along the dirt road leading away from the Shack, the red Lamborghini paused to look up at the sky. He could have sworn he'd heard jet engines just a moment ago, but seeing nothing on his sensors he figured it must be his imagination... It probably was, he was still a bit jumpy with all these fliers around, and as nice as this truce was, he still couldn't shake the old tensions, though he really was trying.
Keeping his sensors alert, and occasionally scanning the area for any other near by energy signatures, just in case. Despite feeling relatively safe this close to the shack, he was still a little bit on edge.*
I really need to get out more if I'm this jumpy in the open...
*he huffed loudly, scrubbing at his face with his palm only to flinch as his comm beeped. Growling he activated the message, reading the prompt as it flashed across his HUD.
Strengths.
Raising his arms up, he folded his hands behind his helm and released a blast of warm air from his vents.*
My strengths? *he hummed thoughtfully*
Well, I like to think I have quite a few... I mean, there's the obvious stuff - I'm big, strong and fast, but there's more to it than that.
Being a frontliner, you need to be able to mentally separate yourself from what you're doing out there in the field. It's like putting your frame on automatic... you can't think too much about what you're doing, who you're killing, who they might have been before the war, who they could have been if we weren't all trying to terminate each other... I mean, the first time I killed a mech, it messed me up. I had to learn the hard way how to put those thoughts out of my processor, because if I didn't, I'd be the one out there dying instead of some other poor sorry slagger.
It's a lot more difficult for us than you might think, you know? And, well, Sunstreaker's better at that than I am too, not that I really like admitting it. I sometimes forget what a cold, brutal killer he is... I don't even like thinking of myself like that, even if that's what we are. I mean, I'm not ashamed of it really; we became what we had to in order to survive... but it's not exactly the most pleasant thing to think about.
*Lowering his arms, he paused at the side of the road, moving to sit beneath one of the larger trees lining it.*
I've got more than that warrior stuff as a strength too...
Heh, Sunstreaker likes to think I'm stronger than he is... emotionally. It's not something he admits in front of anyone else but me, and I sometimes wonder if he's right... I don't know, I mean, we're both struggling with - things.
*Sighing, he fell silent as his thoughts wandered over his relationship with his brother, the one he'd do anything for... and with the other mechs in his little - group.*
I like to think I'm extremely loyal; to those I care for, to those I trust... *murmured softly, rubbing at his face.* If you're lucky enough to win my loyalty it'll be yours until the end... or until you betray my trust by doing something extremely stupid, or hurtful to myself or my brother. Especially my brother. Then that's it, your aft is scrap because I don't stand for anyone hurting my brother.
I'll always stand by Sunstreaker, no matter what stupid slag he gets himself into. Nothing will ever change that. The same goes for anyone else I... get close too. I will fight to protect him, Bluestreak and Mirage... pit, I'd even fight to protect Siders if the big red idiot needed it... Not that I think he would but... *he shrugged helplessly.* I dunno...
[OOC: It's an open post, feel free to poke at him or whatever.]
*He really needed to stretch his legs, flee the confines of his new 'home' for a while, just to get away from everything - everyone, mostly Siders and his brother; feeling somewhat awkward, tense and displaced now that Siders and his twin were reunited. He was happy Siders had his brother back, but at the same time, he wasn't entirely sure where that left him and the others.
Wandering restlessly along the dirt road leading away from the Shack, the red Lamborghini paused to look up at the sky. He could have sworn he'd heard jet engines just a moment ago, but seeing nothing on his sensors he figured it must be his imagination... It probably was, he was still a bit jumpy with all these fliers around, and as nice as this truce was, he still couldn't shake the old tensions, though he really was trying.
Keeping his sensors alert, and occasionally scanning the area for any other near by energy signatures, just in case. Despite feeling relatively safe this close to the shack, he was still a little bit on edge.*
I really need to get out more if I'm this jumpy in the open...
*he huffed loudly, scrubbing at his face with his palm only to flinch as his comm beeped. Growling he activated the message, reading the prompt as it flashed across his HUD.
Strengths.
Raising his arms up, he folded his hands behind his helm and released a blast of warm air from his vents.*
My strengths? *he hummed thoughtfully*
Well, I like to think I have quite a few... I mean, there's the obvious stuff - I'm big, strong and fast, but there's more to it than that.
Being a frontliner, you need to be able to mentally separate yourself from what you're doing out there in the field. It's like putting your frame on automatic... you can't think too much about what you're doing, who you're killing, who they might have been before the war, who they could have been if we weren't all trying to terminate each other... I mean, the first time I killed a mech, it messed me up. I had to learn the hard way how to put those thoughts out of my processor, because if I didn't, I'd be the one out there dying instead of some other poor sorry slagger.
It's a lot more difficult for us than you might think, you know? And, well, Sunstreaker's better at that than I am too, not that I really like admitting it. I sometimes forget what a cold, brutal killer he is... I don't even like thinking of myself like that, even if that's what we are. I mean, I'm not ashamed of it really; we became what we had to in order to survive... but it's not exactly the most pleasant thing to think about.
*Lowering his arms, he paused at the side of the road, moving to sit beneath one of the larger trees lining it.*
I've got more than that warrior stuff as a strength too...
Heh, Sunstreaker likes to think I'm stronger than he is... emotionally. It's not something he admits in front of anyone else but me, and I sometimes wonder if he's right... I don't know, I mean, we're both struggling with - things.
*Sighing, he fell silent as his thoughts wandered over his relationship with his brother, the one he'd do anything for... and with the other mechs in his little - group.*
I like to think I'm extremely loyal; to those I care for, to those I trust... *murmured softly, rubbing at his face.* If you're lucky enough to win my loyalty it'll be yours until the end... or until you betray my trust by doing something extremely stupid, or hurtful to myself or my brother. Especially my brother. Then that's it, your aft is scrap because I don't stand for anyone hurting my brother.
I'll always stand by Sunstreaker, no matter what stupid slag he gets himself into. Nothing will ever change that. The same goes for anyone else I... get close too. I will fight to protect him, Bluestreak and Mirage... pit, I'd even fight to protect Siders if the big red idiot needed it... Not that I think he would but... *he shrugged helplessly.* I dunno...
[OOC: It's an open post, feel free to poke at him or whatever.]