[open] Well, his name's not Marvin...
Characters: Optimus Prime and anyone on the Convoy crazy enough not to be out enjoying the hot springs
Content: Prime's working on the minor repairs in person. And is also not over the Antrim mindfuck yet.
Setting: All over the Convoy
Time: After the Convoy docks in Licere
Warnings: An overdeveloped sense of personal responsibility and guilt over no-win situations?
It was as the humans said -- hindsight was always thirty-thirty. Or had it been ten-ten? Prime couldn't remember, he'd only heard the idiom once. He understood the idea, though. Logically, Optimus understood that there was no way he could have known that broadcast wasn't real. He even knew himself well enough to understand that he could not have lived with himself had he ignored it. He also knew that they had done everything in their power to prepare for it, and had proceeded with caution. But that didn't change the fact that he'd put the crew in a great deal of danger.
Maybe...maybe Dinobot's right, he found himself thinking as he shifted some dislocated wires back into place. What if, in this fight against Denouement, I do get them all killed? Will I always lead those who follow me to their doom?
A metal fist punched the wall paneling, hard enough to leave a dent but not enough to damage.
Blast it! No, I can't doubt now. It was the Decepticons who destroyed Cybertron. The Decepticons began the war. I led the Autobots for hundreds of decacycles against the enemy, and we survived against all the odds. They had better training, better supplies, and better weapons than us, and we still won just as many battles as they did. Maybe more. Pulling his fist back from the wall, Prime straightened up. I can't let it get to me. There's too much that must be done. Ivona is preparing for war, and Erealia with it. I can't let that happen.
...with a sigh of air through his circulating systems, the robot captain pulled the wall panel he'd stuck off and began to straighten the dent in it. Once he was through with that, he'd head down the hallway to check on other areas of the ship, places where he'd sensed problems. Really, it wasn't anything major -- he supposed that the scientists who had captured the ship had studied some of the circuitry, then reassembled it inexpertly. Now that the ship had some downtime, it was a good opportunity to repair something so relatively minor.
Content: Prime's working on the minor repairs in person. And is also not over the Antrim mindfuck yet.
Setting: All over the Convoy
Time: After the Convoy docks in Licere
Warnings: An overdeveloped sense of personal responsibility and guilt over no-win situations?
It was as the humans said -- hindsight was always thirty-thirty. Or had it been ten-ten? Prime couldn't remember, he'd only heard the idiom once. He understood the idea, though. Logically, Optimus understood that there was no way he could have known that broadcast wasn't real. He even knew himself well enough to understand that he could not have lived with himself had he ignored it. He also knew that they had done everything in their power to prepare for it, and had proceeded with caution. But that didn't change the fact that he'd put the crew in a great deal of danger.
Maybe...maybe Dinobot's right, he found himself thinking as he shifted some dislocated wires back into place. What if, in this fight against Denouement, I do get them all killed? Will I always lead those who follow me to their doom?
A metal fist punched the wall paneling, hard enough to leave a dent but not enough to damage.
Blast it! No, I can't doubt now. It was the Decepticons who destroyed Cybertron. The Decepticons began the war. I led the Autobots for hundreds of decacycles against the enemy, and we survived against all the odds. They had better training, better supplies, and better weapons than us, and we still won just as many battles as they did. Maybe more. Pulling his fist back from the wall, Prime straightened up. I can't let it get to me. There's too much that must be done. Ivona is preparing for war, and Erealia with it. I can't let that happen.
...with a sigh of air through his circulating systems, the robot captain pulled the wall panel he'd stuck off and began to straighten the dent in it. Once he was through with that, he'd head down the hallway to check on other areas of the ship, places where he'd sensed problems. Really, it wasn't anything major -- he supposed that the scientists who had captured the ship had studied some of the circuitry, then reassembled it inexpertly. Now that the ship had some downtime, it was a good opportunity to repair something so relatively minor.