G1 Blast Off / Bad Dreams (+ new Blast Off & Vortex brig post)
[Blast Off lies on the berth in the brig. His sensor net recalibrated to generate at least a faint illusion of space, which he can’t have here in this place. It’s awful, and he still refuses to think about the possibility that he would never be able to reach space again
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[Rumble slips into the brig with a scowl on his face and far too many emotions broiling in his processor.]
[He knows he should’ve visited or commed Vortex to ask for his story of what had happened with Sinnertwin. But… whenever he meant to, he remembered the state the mech had been in. Remembered the recording Vortex had let him listen to, the creepy glitch. Remembered the feeling of being hunted by a furious Vortex… and couldn’t help wondering, what if he hadn’t stopped himself? It’d been all too easy to pretend he’s just too busy to visit him, he wasn’t really avoiding him. Wasn’t like he’s hiding, just… staying away from the brig. Yeah. What sane mech went voluntarily near the brig anyway ( ... )
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[Still lying on his berth and unable to recharge, Blast Off hears an annoying voice. Probably another one of Vortex’ Autobot frag toys.
Slaggin’ ‘copter. Even in stasis, he means trouble.
Blast Off doesn’t bother to answer, but revs his engine to a growl.]
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[Rumble pauses as he hears an engine growl. That... does not sound like Vortex's engine. Oh well, so he's not the only inmate. Big deal, whoever else is here will just have to make his inner peace with Rumble's visiting hours.]
Fine, don't answer me and keep sulking, rotorhead! It's not like you can hide from me!
[He peeks into each empty cell, getting more annoyed with every one, and mutters to himself in agitation.]
[And then... he comes across one which isn't empty... He freezes. Blast Off! Oh frag!]
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[He onlines his optics when the voice keeps talking, and sits up.
Great, so he still doesn’t get some piece and quiet. Well, at least it’s not an Autobot and just a Decepticon frag toy. One of Soundwave’s cassettes, Blast Off knows that for sure, he just has no idea which one.
Looking bored at the cassette, his voice is flat when he speaks.]
What do you want?
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Uh...
[Rumble stares at Blast Off, still frozen in mid-motion. If he's really still, maybe the shuttle will mistake him for part of the scenery? He dismisses the hysterical though and firmly tells himself there's no reason to be scared. Actually... yeah, there are plenty of reasons to be scared of Blast Off. But there are the bars of a cell between them! Yeah. That is, no. Because there's no reason to be scared.]
Uh...
[But... Blast Off is creepy! And dangerous! And he's one of the fragging lunatic sadistic Combaticons! And... and... and he's Vortex's team mate and Swindle who is a really nice and reasonable guy if you ignore the greed already had fits of anger over him being Vortex's replacement team mate and Blast Off will be worse and he's no fragging idea if Swindle told him! Frag, maybe even Vortex told him!]
Uh...
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[Blast Off just stares at the cassette.]
Excuse me?
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[The shuttle's words jerk him into motion and Rumble blurts out in a hectic, slightly panicked voice] Vortex! I'm here to see Vortex!
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He shrugs.]
He's dead.
[Maybe the cassette will just leave...]
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He can't be dead! [Rumble bursts out, pure panic in his voice.] I need him!
[There's no knowing if his crazy team programming will replace Vortex with a high-and-mighty Autobot or, frag, a squishy!]
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[Well, that’s not the reaction Blast Off expected. Huffing, he stands up and goes to the bars, staring down at the cassette.]
No. Unfortunately, he’s not dead. He’s in medbay.
[So, why the pit should the cassette need Vortex? Perhaps the ‘copter caused trouble again, and Soundwave is looking for him? If this is the reason, then Blast Off has to contact Cyclonus about it. Something he doesn’t really look forward to…
At this thought, his engine growls again without his conscious intent.
But Blast Off isn’t going to mess with Soundwave. He knows better than that.]
You might want explain to my why you need Vortex.
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Uh...
[And thus, Rumble is rendered speechless once more from panic. He can't even enjoy the relief properly that Vortex isn't dead, after all. He chants 'frag' in his processor and wishes fervently he'd just kept his stupid vocalizer silenced. Now how the slag is he going to talk himself out of this mess without getting himself murdered by Vortex's territorial teammates? Swindle's reaction has been bad enough, though certainly fuelled further by romantic jealousy - he doesn't even want to imagine how bad Blast Off's will be!]
Uh... I just need to talk to him about... stuff. Yeah, stuff. It's... well, it's important, but that important! It can wait until I can speak to him personally!
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Stuff, hm?
[Blast Off eyes him warily. Maybe Soundwave isn’t involved after all? Still, the panicking cassette irritates him. He leans down.]
Your name?
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[He decides spontaneously that he doesn't like the shuttle leaning down towards him anymore than he likes him standing up. Somehow, him leaning down just emphasizes how much taller and more massive he is compared to Rumble.]
[He stares up at Blast Off's, desperately trying to look unconcerned and failing. His manner's unsettling. Even Swindle's melodramatic temper tantrums would be preferable to this. At least he's got plenty of experience dealing with screaming and sulking!]
My name's Rumble [he says hesitantly. He tilts his chin a bit higher stubbornly, just managing to look pouty instead of determined.] Stuff, yeah.
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[This stuff better won’t get Blast Off into trouble, but he will Vortex ask about this later. The cassette doesn’t seem pretty chatty about it.
He reaches through the energon bars. Carefully, that he touches the bars only with his arm shield, he taps against Rumble’s forehead with his index and middle finger.
His voice is still flat and quite unimpressed.]
So, Rumble, you’re here to bring him energon or high grade?
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[Rumble gapes comically at Blast Off, too caught between terror and stubbornness to evade the poking fingers. He just takes the poke and continues to gape at Blast Off.]
[Huh? He double-checks whether he really heard Blast Off right. His horrified gaping gives way to confusion.]
Eh... Energon? High-grade? Why would I want to bring the slagger stuff to make his stay more comfortable? I was going to laugh my aft off!
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[Blast Off withdraws his hand, still looking at Rumble. Apparently, that means no high grade for Blast Off. Well, that's sad.
He doesn't like the cassette's tone, but he isn't going to threat Rumble. Not until he finds a volcano to get rid of the dead metal, anyway.
With a huff and without another word, Blast Off stands up and goes back to his berth, lying down.]
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