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G1 Chromia
The shooting range is devoid of it's archetypical sound effects, nothing but bluebird twitters and the gushing of wind through trees to be heard. The sky is less than promising; any sign of blue kept well concealed behind a thick curtain of dirty grey clouds. Still, for some reason she cannot fathom, Chromia finds herself out here. And doing a Pit load of nothing, at that.
She drops her helm back against the tree’s bark, a listless huff hissing out through her intakes and optics flickering skywards. They dully trail along the sections of light slipping through the web of branches and leaves above her.
She gives a sharp jerk when her HUD monitor suddenly blips into life, a high-pitched keen sent resonating through her helm. For the first time since she got here, Chromia actually finds herself glad for the message-prompt. Her faceplates even quirk up slightly at the words that appear.
Fun and games. Cute.
She gives an amused snort and adjusts her sitting position at the tree, propping her back more comfortably against it.
“An important part of bein’ young anyways" she lightly begins, "Not just as a carefree sparkling, but also as a careless youngling. You only get to experience that kinda youth for so long. That’s why I figure it best to make the most’ve it while you can. Sooner or later real life’s gonna catch up on ya. Then comes the responsibility, the consequences and the dismal reality. And unfortunately, that slag lasts forever.”
“’Course, that doesn’t mean you gotta resign yourself to some serious, boring, tedious way of live either. Just that you gotta learn a part of growing up is your actions have consequences. Real and unpleasant consequences. Both for yourself and others around you” She frowns and adds in a caustic tone, “Picked up that little titbit the fun way myself. But that’s beside the point” She grouchily bats away the old memories with a mental shrug.
“In a nutshell, the important thing is to make the most’ve bein’ young. Not just through fun and games, but through messin' up. Makin' mistakes and learnin’ from ‘em. Getting yelled at, makin’ trouble for yourself, bein’ a slaggin’ pain in the aft for your elders on par with the Pit-Spawn of the unmaker. When you’re a kid it’s all relative and all normal” She then pauses and gives a soft snigger, “Pretty sure I ticked the box for all the above myself. Add a couple’a more choice words in there and you'd have my younglin' profile pretty much sussed.”
Satisfied and suitably distracted by her oncoming wave of nostalgia, Chromia’s content to leave it at that. She settles back against the tree trunk and gazes pensively out at the lifeless clearing.
Open Post! Shooting Range’s open for anyone who wants to drop by for practice. Just be good little bots and follow the rules!
The shooting range is devoid of it's archetypical sound effects, nothing but bluebird twitters and the gushing of wind through trees to be heard. The sky is less than promising; any sign of blue kept well concealed behind a thick curtain of dirty grey clouds. Still, for some reason she cannot fathom, Chromia finds herself out here. And doing a Pit load of nothing, at that.
She drops her helm back against the tree’s bark, a listless huff hissing out through her intakes and optics flickering skywards. They dully trail along the sections of light slipping through the web of branches and leaves above her.
She gives a sharp jerk when her HUD monitor suddenly blips into life, a high-pitched keen sent resonating through her helm. For the first time since she got here, Chromia actually finds herself glad for the message-prompt. Her faceplates even quirk up slightly at the words that appear.
Fun and games. Cute.
She gives an amused snort and adjusts her sitting position at the tree, propping her back more comfortably against it.
“An important part of bein’ young anyways" she lightly begins, "Not just as a carefree sparkling, but also as a careless youngling. You only get to experience that kinda youth for so long. That’s why I figure it best to make the most’ve it while you can. Sooner or later real life’s gonna catch up on ya. Then comes the responsibility, the consequences and the dismal reality. And unfortunately, that slag lasts forever.”
“’Course, that doesn’t mean you gotta resign yourself to some serious, boring, tedious way of live either. Just that you gotta learn a part of growing up is your actions have consequences. Real and unpleasant consequences. Both for yourself and others around you” She frowns and adds in a caustic tone, “Picked up that little titbit the fun way myself. But that’s beside the point” She grouchily bats away the old memories with a mental shrug.
“In a nutshell, the important thing is to make the most’ve bein’ young. Not just through fun and games, but through messin' up. Makin' mistakes and learnin’ from ‘em. Getting yelled at, makin’ trouble for yourself, bein’ a slaggin’ pain in the aft for your elders on par with the Pit-Spawn of the unmaker. When you’re a kid it’s all relative and all normal” She then pauses and gives a soft snigger, “Pretty sure I ticked the box for all the above myself. Add a couple’a more choice words in there and you'd have my younglin' profile pretty much sussed.”
Satisfied and suitably distracted by her oncoming wave of nostalgia, Chromia’s content to leave it at that. She settles back against the tree trunk and gazes pensively out at the lifeless clearing.
Open Post! Shooting Range’s open for anyone who wants to drop by for practice. Just be good little bots and follow the rules!