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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: IUNNO OUT SOMEWHERE OR OTHER
McCrane had heard the engine approaching for some time...but he'd kept walking. Hearing engines on a planet of transforming robots was becoming commonplace to him, even if he still missed the sound of Nanamagiri city. He'd been built for police work on Earth...
...But Earth felt so long ago, to him. He'd lived on Cybertron for the majority of his life, and it had started to become his home.
With such introspective thoughts distracting him, McCrane failed to recognise the sound of the engine until it was close. He failed to think on who it might be and he failed to think it was specifically coming for him...but he did not fail to jump into the air when the engine revved.
He knew who it was, now.
"Gunmax?!"
Turning around, McCrane still looked more than a little frazzled.
"You...you're disturbing the peace!"
There wasn't a law against it, of course, but it was the first statement that came into his head.
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"Whoops, huh. You gonna write me a ticket? Hop on, you can read me my rights."
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"I do not have my papers on me..." He said, staring, as if that were the only logical reason that he wasn't writing a ticket for the rebellious cop right now.
"The law committee never released an official list of rules, however. You could likely get away with anything." Noise was probably the least of their concerns right now, considering the zombies and the radiation which had been problems not long ago. Gunmax was much too valuable, besides, for anyone to mind his playful attitude.
At the invitation, however, McCrane managed to look utterly stunned. "You want me to get on?"
He was not going to object. He wanted the company too badly to object...but he wanted to make absolutely sure before complying.
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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."
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"McCrane funk..."
At the rev of the engine, his eyes widen the slightest bit...wondering just how much Gunmax really does get away with.
If the motorcycle cop is guilty, however, McCrane is certain that the entire Haven is better off for it. For right now...he wants the company, and so he decides to get on the bike.
"Do you have a plan?"
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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?"