Someday we'll all return to zero. [Open]

[oldmech]

Characters: IDW Kup
Content: Arrival (also known as "old mech tries to decide if he's finally offlined or not")
Location: Iacon military academy 
Time of day: Dead middle of the night.
Warnings: Grump gun set to stun.
Status: Active

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[flyin_brick]

He didn't know how long he'd been lying there...seemed like only a few moments and an eternity at the same time.

Everything hurt.

Topspin struggled to reign in protesting and spinning systems. He rerouted power to his optical relays and forced his optics to light. His vision swam with static.

He was face down on the ground. And he was outside....it...it looked...like a parade ground?

Another errant spike of pain lanced through his systems, forcing a soft gasp from the Wrecker. Something was wrong. Part of him felt nothing. The other was on fire with pain. Where were the others? What happened? If he was out in the open he needed to find shelter.

He pushed himself up on shakey arms in attempt to get himself to his pedes. Gyroscopes spun and joints locked and Topspin swayed to the side, hitting the ground and ending up on his back.

Pain travelled down his struts from where he hit the ground and flooded his sensory net. It was too much...it was all too much.

He screamed.

[oldmech]

"Only gets worse as ya get older lad, trust me." Chuckling lightly, Kup didn't get too far ahead of the mech in case he needed some support, cygar bouncing up and down between his lips as they wandered the yard towards the compound, somewhat in thought. If they were really dead..

He decided to leave that for later, leading the Jumpstarter down halls into the barracks, craving a bit of recharge himself, even if that was a tad illogical for a dead mech to have. Kup paused in the doorway of what seemed to be officer's wing, frowning before walking in and inspecting the space as he would one of his soliders. "These used to be on the other side of the barracks. Used to be bigger than this too. What the slag."

[flyin_brick]

Topspin simply nodded and continued to follow Kup down the halls. He'd never been though the academy...was never supposed to be a soldier. Frag, he'd only been in this complex once. So the jumpstarter had no information to compare it to.

He was just tired. Maybe if he recharged he'd wake up and things would make sense again.

He opened the quarters next to the one Kup did and scanned it before stepping inside. It was pretty basic, spartan, but there was a berth and that was all that mattered.

"This is fine.."

[oldmech]

Kup gave a silent nod as he stepped back out into the hallway, rifle laid over his shoulder. Optics focused in and out at the younger mech for a few moments, cygar jutting up in his mouth before waving the lad off. They both needed rest, but the old mech wasn't about to let his guard down; especially with a wounded solider on his watch. "Get some rest. I'll keep watch, in case there's somethin' roamin' 'round hungry."

[flyin_brick]

Topspin watched the old mech for a moment with dim optics.

"You said you needed rest too...right? Couldn't we lock ourselves in?"

He leaned against the door, sinking against it a bit. "...you don't think anything would eat us...right?" Who knew what was lurking in this Pit?

[oldmech]

The old mech shook his helm, waving his hand in dismisal. "Dunno lad, but better safe than dead and sorry." Though the dead part was already accomplished, it seemed. Primus knew what would happen if they met an end here. Kup, leaning on his eons of experience as he was the opposite wall, knew better than to take the chance. The commander nodded to the room, cygar rotating in his mouth. "I'll be here when you boot up. 'charge well, kid."

[wearegonnadie]

Stalking was, Rattrap had decided long ago, one of his favorite passtimes... of course back in his day it wasn't really called "stalking" more as "following without knowledge to gain information

[oldmech]

Leaning against the wall with his rifle cradled between his crossed arms, Kup settled in for a long night of guard duty.

Or until the knock on his plating nearly started his spark plum outta his casing.

'WHAT THE FRAGGIN-" His rifle was already pointed towards his side, but astonishingly to thin air. His optics narrowed as their ridges perked before they followed the sudden voice downward and... Primus. what the Pit was that? There were furry midget 'bots in the Pit?

Momentary lapse of belief later, the old mech's rifle was then promptly pointing down.

And then it laughed.

Kup swore a circuit popped just then in confusion, his rifle loosening in his grip.

"... not much to look at yerself. Is bein' little yer punishment in the Pit or did yer creator pop ya out like that?"

(I couldn't help myself...blame it on the meds)

[flyin_brick]

Topspin was just cycling down when he'd heard Kup shout. Later he wouldn't be able to recall how he'd even gotten to the door without thinking about it. The jumpstarter wrenched open the door, wrist lasers primed to fire.

"WHAT-....Kup?" He followed the older mech's eyeline down to the little....

"What the frag is that?"

hi I swear I'm alive

[wearegonnadie]

Oooh, Rattrap let a grin split his faceplates, Fiesty. Tis'll be fun.

The small mech allowed himself to lean up against Kup's leg as he waved his hand haphazardly through the air. "Ya know, Big Green, ah'd like to know dat myself," a slightly less nervous chuckle escaped, "'cept as much as 'is place looks like tha Pits, it seems more like tha Wells to me."
Smalltalk had always been one of Rattrap's strongsuits... except every word was stuck in his processors when the cry came from behind him.

"Oh g'mornin', Princess." The rat spun around and stepped towards the newly awoken returnee. "Nice to see ya online and functionin', if ya can even call it that with how yer 'bout ready to slag us where we stand," he spared a quick peek backwards towards Kup, "... err, sit."

Re: hi I swear I'm alive

[oldmech]

'Pit if I know." Shooting the younger mech a look, Kup's optics, dimming in half curitosity, have disapproval, returned to the... midget mech. Thing. This had better be the worst recharge and defrag ever. It just kept getting weirder. "Mind fillin' us in, shorty?"

(Sorry, Kup has been... difficult lately D:)