mccrane: (shotgun--camping crouch)
McCrane ([personal profile] mccrane) wrote in [community profile] re_alignment_logs2014-03-26 08:16 pm

Trajectory

Who: McCrane and Prowl
What: McCrane is having doubts about heading the police forces again. Prowl is there to offer utter manipulation comfort.
Where: The shooting range attached to police headquarters
When: Nowish
Notes: Prowl is a warning, right? If so, then Prowl.



As much as McCrane thought his life was going to be complex, it had instead become utterly simple. He'd been worried about Gunmax returning different, but it had not been as awkward as he'd feared it would be. It wasn't the same, of course...but he couldn't have expected that.

He'd also been worried that Kagerou would not have time for him once Shadowmaru appeared, but that worry had also proven incorrect.

The one worry that he still had, of course, was the Enforcers.

When he had been left in charge, he'd been forced to face a number of situations that he wasn't prepared for. Overlord. Tarn. Megatronus. They were moments that he knew he would not have made it through without the support of Blurr, his Brave Police family, and his fellow officers. Some of them were moments he would not have made it through if it were not for Prowl.

The mech left him with a sense of unease that he had never been able to shake. Prowl's years of experience dwarfed Deckard's, and there had never been a moment when McCrane had not caught himself wondering if he was doing his job right or if Prowl was watching him, and judging his every move. It had been endlessly motivating, and also endlessly terrifying.

However, Kagerou had uncovered nothing suspicious about Prowl. McCrane's unease sat unsatisfied, and there was nothing he could do about it. Soon enough, Prowl was going to be a fellow officer instead of someone under his command, and then...well, then, perhaps it would be easier to learn from him.

Despite that, McCrane was not considering Prowl as the mech who would take over the police. It would mostly likely be Blurr, and also Deckard. One Cybertronian, and one Brave Police.

He'd been happier when he and Blurr had maintained the same relationship.

He had not yet decided how to breach the news to the Police Force, however, and so he found himself worrying over that fact while perfecting his aim in the shooting range. The rifle that the old Gunmax had given him still never left his side, but he knew he could be more accurate with a pistol if he practiced.

He enjoyed practice. It was a simple matter of statistics--paying attention to the atmospheric conditions, correcting for line of sight, calculating the mass of the bullet and the force of the acceleration chamber and the distance to his target.

This, he liked.

Leading, he also liked, because it was about making a number of disparate elements work together. It was about order.

It just...was something he felt incapable of doing anymore.

...
fun_police: ((prewar) examine)

[personal profile] fun_police 2014-03-27 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
As soon as the last round is fired, the empty shells of the revolver are quickly ejected with one swift gesture of the hand.

"It was an upgrade during the war."

The new bullets slide into place.

"A battle computer calculates the path of least resistance in a combat situation."

The chamber slides back into place securely. He finally turns to face McCrane.

"It is a targeting system and provides overall improved situational analysis and awareness. I've had one since I was born on Cybertron, and it's helped me in far more than simple firefights."
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[personal profile] fun_police 2014-04-06 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Nothing. I was created with one."

The loss of interpersonal relationships was the result of the war, not his mind. He was certain of that.

When people needed to be broken down to probabilities and personality subroutines - that was out of necessity.

"Soldiers that chose to get the upgrade live normal lives - as normal as living through a war can be. But now they have a tool that can help them live another day."

He hands McCrane the revolver.

"I'm certain the medics and scientists here can work something out for you."