mccrane: (shotgun--load)
McCrane ([personal profile] mccrane) wrote in [community profile] re_alignment_logs2014-07-25 04:04 pm

A final decision

Who: McCrane and YOU
What: The ex-police commander has been thinking about what new direction he wants to take after loosing members of the Brave Police again. It's been the usual quiet McCrane, out wandering and patrolling the edges of the Haven over the past month or so while Blurr takes over the Enforcers. Now, he needs someone to kick him back into being social again.
Where: Wandering! McCrane can be encountered anywhere, though less likely in one of the temples.
When: Now-ish.
Notes:
Since I've been away for a bit, my assumption with McCrane has been that he's been in an introspective funk, passing the police over to Blurr after realizing what Prowl had been up to and after loosing more members of the Brave Police. It can also be assumed he was around for the Zone event, though he would have been participating only as needed to help keep people safe. Feel free to put him there or away for any other events according to what would be easiest for your character!

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McCrane had not felt like being anywhere, and so he'd travelled everywhere.

It was an unusual feeling. Always, he'd had a place with the Brave Police and with the Enforcement squad. He'd known being commander was a difficult task that he was not entirely prepared for, and he'd worked hard to be as good as he remembered Deckard being. There had been more than one time in which he'd questioned his role, but he'd survived in it somehow.

Then, when Deckard had come back and when he'd realized how Prowl had been manipulating him, it had all started to unravel again. He had not felt comfortable being in charge of the entire force. He longer for command of a smaller group, working on smaller missions, combining skills to accomplish greater tasks. Deckard would make a better chief of police. So would Blurr. Together, they'd be even more incredible...though he suspected that, like him, Deckard would need some time to become acclimatized to Cybertrons ways.

When the other Brave police had started disappearing, he'd stood up one day and left Headquarters, heading out for the badlands. Half-way out he'd stopped.

He did not want to go looking, beause he knew what he'd find. He also did not want to return to headquarters, because of what he wouldn't find.

It was easier to make no decision at all, and stay on the edges of the Haven. He could set up posts that would make good sniper bushes in case of a monster attack, and he could make other preparations for if the badlands ever tried an incursion on the Haven again. He would be ready, and if Blurr or Deckard or Gunmax needed him they could still call.

That would be enough...

And for a while, it was enough.

Now, it didn't feel like enough anymore. He'd set up more bushes than he could possibly use, and he'd marked every piece of useful high ground. There was nothing left for him out here, but he didn't know how to go back.

What would he do now? What would he say?

He could wander forever, and that would be easy...but it wouldn't be right. It wouldn't be what a member of the Brave Police would do.

It was time to return...so why was that still so hard to do?

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badboybikerbot: (HMMMMM)

IUNNO OUT SOMEWHERE OR OTHER

[personal profile] badboybikerbot 2014-07-27 07:33 pm (UTC)(link)
It was kind of hard to miss the fact that McCrane had been in some sort of giant weenie funk lately. When he was actually around, anyway. Which seemed rare these days. All things considered, Gunmax figured the crane had some things to work out, and didn't really want to bother him. The bike cop kind of sucked at talking anyway, and he knew if he was in a weird funk he wouldn't want to be bothered. Which was fine and all, but when McCrane just wasn't around anymore, he couldn't help but get worried.

He'd been out patrolling when he'd just happened to spot weenie McCrane trundling along, doing whatever it was that McCrane does. Rather than approach him like a decent person, he pulled his bike up behind him and revved the engine obnoxiously.

And that's it. He didn't even say anything, Just revved Gunbike's engine. A+ communication.
badboybikerbot: (booze? booze.)

[personal profile] badboybikerbot 2014-08-07 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
Okay, that was probably the best reaction ever. Gunmax grinned like the cocky prick that he so is, holding his hands up defensively.

"Whoops, huh. You gonna write me a ticket? Hop on, you can read me my rights."
badboybikerbot: (emperor out)

[personal profile] badboybikerbot 2014-08-08 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"I already get away with everything. You don't even wanna know."

Gunmax just gave him a cocky grin, revving Gunbike's engine. No, he wasn't going to elaborate on that. Not at all.

"Did I stutter? You're in some kinda weird McCrane funk, and I'm gonna get you out of it. Get on."
badboybikerbot: (booze? booze.)

[personal profile] badboybikerbot 2014-08-17 02:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"Do I ever have a plan?"

Once McCrane was securely on the bike, Gunmax took off. "Why don't you tell me what's eating at you, and we'll go from there?"