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re_alignment_logs2014-07-25 04:04 pm
mccrane) wrote in 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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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!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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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Re: I don't have enough standing icons that he's not pointing his weapon 9,9
When Deckard spoke, it was easy enough to fall back into old patterns. He downshifted, letting the friction of his engine gears bring him to a slow halt, and he transformed, standing to face the other.
There was still more conflict between him than he wanted. Deckard had been built to lead...but McCrane had been built as a tactician, and it was difficult to see the opportunities that he did without wanting to take them. He'd wanted to be a good leader. He had.
"I should have returned sooner," he stated. "I did not mean to make this harder on you."
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Another beat, and then he was stepping in, before he changed his mind and hopefully before McCrane could react. If the sniper didn't keep him from it, Deckard pulled his brother into an embrace.
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"Deckard, I--" McCrane started, having so much that he wanted to explain...but he was stopped by the hug.
He did not know what to do with a hug. He did not feel he deserved a hug.
"...I'm sorry," he replied, quietly, out of sorts but not pulling away. He couldn't pull away from Deckard. Maybe he did not deserve the embrace...but it grounded him, and it comforted him in a way he did not expect.
"I did not want to give up. Perhaps I got that from you, also."
Slowly, he brought his hands up to return the hug.
"It's what to do now that I am still confused by, Deckard. I feel like I've failed."
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Speaking of finally letting go, Deckard did, shifting back at least enough to meet McCrane's gaze. "It's time to come home, though. Inasmuch as anything here is 'home.' You're missed, by a lot of people, and we weren't built to be alone."
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"It...it isn't that. I know I was not built to be commander, but we were built to adapt. I wanted to adapt."
He'd been able to adapt, until Prowl.
"This world is so different, Deckard. It is like..." He frowns, trying to think on a way to say it. "It is like the office where Gunmax came from. He learned that you cannot always rely on your partners, and I..."
It wasn't a lesson he'd wanted to learn. He did not know how to deal with it.
"I believed that I could. I know better, now."
He'd learned how to not trust. This bothered him, and he let go when Deckard did.
"I did not want anyone to have to learn that same lesson...but maybe we all need to. We need to, but I've been out here, hoping...."
Hoping that Drill Boy or Power Joe would return. Hoping that it had all been a mechanical dream he would wake up from.
"You still want me back?"
HOLY SHIT WOW I totally thought I'd replied to this by now. OTL
"Still want you...? McCrane, how can you even ask me that? Of course I want you back!" He gripped the sniper's shoulders. "You're my teammate, McCrane. You're . . . you're family." Family meant so much to Deckard, ever since the Tomonagas had claimed him - even Yuuichirou and Amami, calling him "Tomonaga Patokichi" - and the other Braves were even closer to "family" to him than his adoptive human family. "You're like a brother, McCrane. Family always stays together, no matter what." Yuuta and Azuki and Kurumi had taught him that. And everything he had ever been through with his teammates.