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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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"Thank you, Thundercracker," McCrane said, quietly. "I mean that."
He had not considered himself successful at navigating emotions by any means...but he did understand what his friend meant. There had been others who had not been able to control their emotions...and while McCrane always defaulted to trying to stifle emotions instead of working with them, he'd still managed to get his work done.
Because of that, TC's next question seemed like a logical extrapolation. "What...was I built for?"
Well.
That actually required thought. "The Brave police were built to protect Nanamagiri city from the rising threat of extreme elements. My own specialization is as a tactical officer, and also as the leader of the Build Team." It was important that they be able to handle natural disasters as well as villains, after all.
He...he had not been able to do that as well, lately. Without the entirety of Build Team....
"I have not been performing those duties," he stated dismally. "Without my team, I have never felt completely whole." Leading the police force had fulfilled some part of that in him...but even that had not turned out the way he'd expected it to.
"What am I supposed to do, when what I've been built for is not what I'm capable of?"
Hi-ho headcanon... ^,^;;; (re: trines, trinebond)
Thundercracker nodded. "The feeling of incompleteness - I can relate. I'm here without my trine. That's still hard sometimes." A hand strayed to his canopy, indirectly to his spark where the sense of two others who should be there...wasn't. Since exchanging a bond with Starscream and Skywarp eons ago, Thundercracker had never really been without his trine until coming here. It'd been one of the things that had kept him from settling for months, feeling restless and isolated as he had.
The Build Team. Deckard, and to a lesser extent Gunmax, had told him about them. "Fighter against threats to the city, tactician, and team lead of a four-mech subgroup within a larger team . . . that still only consisted of eight mechs total all told. Don't know if you've really thought of it, but it's a pretty big leap from that to what you've been doing here. You've been holding a position that's nothing like you had or had even been meant for back home, unless I'm mistaken. And in a place far more hostile by nature, before you add the outside threats. And you held the position for, what, year and a half or something?" He shrugged. "I'd call that a pit of a feat, personally."