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Topspin left the Nerdlab after he'd seen off Red Alert and Rodimus had headed inside to get his plating de-pinked. He'd successfully derailed the conversation to avoid talking about his death, but that hadn't stopped him thinking about it. He needed to do something constructive, and he hadn't checked on the contained Swarm in a few orns.
The airskiff glided quickly through the forest towards his desired co-ordiantes, but with none of his usual high speeds or reckless abandon for his own plating. Upon reaching the hill leading to the valley where the mass of Swarm were trapped, Topspin snapped out of his altmode and crept silently towards the crest of the hill. The brush would hide him from view, but allow him to see clearly down into the valley. He dimmed his optics and leaned over the top of the hill.
They were still calm, thank Primus. There'd been some evidence of destruction of the trees lining the valley, but for the most part they appeared dormant--most likely saving their energy until some unwitting prey fell into their laps.
Satisfied, the Wrecker pulled back. Transforming, he glided down to the bottom of the hill before kicking on his thrusters and heading back down to the lab. With nothing else left to occupy his processors, he can't not think of the events preceding his arrival to the Nexus.
He's at once flooded with memories of those few torturous cycles. He's--no, not him. Twin Twist.--back in that room. Pain flaring across an already burnt out sensor net. The smell of burnt circuitry. The feel of spilt energon sliding and crystalizing between softer joints. The shrieking of metal as plating is slowly pulled back and away from struts...'Please...stop....'
Topspin howled and his altmode spun out across the dirt. Slowly, plating shifted and re-arranged, leaving the Wrecker sitting on the ground, face in his hands.
He'd done what he thought was right at the time. They were so closely linked through pain then that 'Twist HAD to have known what he was about to do.
But maybe he didn't.
Maybe...maybe being here was a punishment. He'd carved out a sliver of life here, but at the cost of living without that other half of his spark.
(ooc: Warning: Wrecker might be defensive and snarky to those he's never met before. His player apologizes on his behalf for any rude language. Approach at own risk.)
The airskiff glided quickly through the forest towards his desired co-ordiantes, but with none of his usual high speeds or reckless abandon for his own plating. Upon reaching the hill leading to the valley where the mass of Swarm were trapped, Topspin snapped out of his altmode and crept silently towards the crest of the hill. The brush would hide him from view, but allow him to see clearly down into the valley. He dimmed his optics and leaned over the top of the hill.
They were still calm, thank Primus. There'd been some evidence of destruction of the trees lining the valley, but for the most part they appeared dormant--most likely saving their energy until some unwitting prey fell into their laps.
Satisfied, the Wrecker pulled back. Transforming, he glided down to the bottom of the hill before kicking on his thrusters and heading back down to the lab. With nothing else left to occupy his processors, he can't not think of the events preceding his arrival to the Nexus.
He's at once flooded with memories of those few torturous cycles. He's--no, not him. Twin Twist.--back in that room. Pain flaring across an already burnt out sensor net. The smell of burnt circuitry. The feel of spilt energon sliding and crystalizing between softer joints. The shrieking of metal as plating is slowly pulled back and away from struts...'Please...stop....'
Topspin howled and his altmode spun out across the dirt. Slowly, plating shifted and re-arranged, leaving the Wrecker sitting on the ground, face in his hands.
He'd done what he thought was right at the time. They were so closely linked through pain then that 'Twist HAD to have known what he was about to do.
But maybe he didn't.
Maybe...maybe being here was a punishment. He'd carved out a sliver of life here, but at the cost of living without that other half of his spark.
(ooc: Warning: Wrecker might be defensive and snarky to those he's never met before. His player apologizes on his behalf for any rude language. Approach at own risk.)