re_alignment_logs | Get a Move On

WHO: Hot Rod (

young_upstart) and OPEN!
WHERE: Around central Haven
WHEN NOW
WHAT: No matter what they say, can't keep the madness at bay
WARNINGS: Potential violence?

     It had been subtle at first, the agitation that surfaced not seeming to be anything more than appropriate for the building frustration of this place and what the Autobot had learned not too long ago. He'd told Ultra Magnus he would let him know if he felt 'off' in any way, but so far, nothing had happened that made him feel the need to bring it up. After all, if there wasn't any trouble, why make some?

     And yet, it was because of that nothing that it only served as a further irritant for his dwindling mood. Hot Rod felt even more restless of late, and no one seemed to have any answers. The last time he'd gotten answers hadn't been very satisfying though, and clearly none of those that held rank in this weird place was willing to help. No one wanted to help. No one knew how to help, and even though he knew that probably couldn't be helped, it just made him so. Angry.

     In order to try venting some steam, he decided to do some target practice around the Junkpile. Blasting random things to bits had never felt so good. There was something definitely satisfying about seeing smoking debris scattering after your photon charges slammed and burned clean into your target, sending them into oblivion-

     The thought startled him. That wasn't like him. That wasn't like him at all.

     "What...was that?" His imagination? He hoped it was, but the smoldering remains in front of him certainly couldn't be lying. It scared him. Something was happening, and he couldn't let it.

     Turning, he started to move. He wanted to run, to get away, somewhere. No, you're not thinking clearly! You need to tell Magnus! -but what can he do? Or any of the others for that matter? What if you slip like that again?

     He couldn't allow that, and he didn't want to take any chances either. Within seconds he had collapsed and twisted into his vehicle mode, and wheels peeled away the moment they hit the ground, the bright magenta sports car emblazoned with orange flames speeding off. Somewhere. Anywhere.

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"I'm...not sure how to describe it. It just sort of creeps up on me, this weird feeling..." If he weren't in alt-mode right then, he'd have shaken his head.

Elita's intent to distract Hot Rod from such seemed to work for the moment, at least. He sped up, offering a snort at that question. "If we weren't playing follow the leader I'd be way ahead of you by now!"

That does sound... worrying, but good to know as well. Look for details, little things, then. She can do that. That's part of her current occupation after all.

And then she laughs, swerving unevenly on that single wheel.

"Oh, really? Shall we see? If you get ahead of me, just follow in the direction we're going now, and we'll get out of Haven eventually." She'll just speed up a little more as she says that.

     Oh, was that a challenge? Elita One was moving ahead again, so Hot Rod decided to take it as that.

     Engine revving in accordance, he wasn't going to let her have any more of a head start. "Out of Haven- what's out there?" What was it that seemed to draw him?

     As soon as he found a good opportunity, he was going to try zooming past her.

It was definitely a challenge.

"We're not sure exactly how far it stretches or where the borders are, but there's the Badlands... But I'm quite sure they're not exactly in this direction, so for the rest, merely developing Cybertron." In a way, it was really sort of intimidating to think about it.

None of the usual landmarks, just shifting, moving metal as things started to take shape, as canyons deepened and revealed cables, wiring and fathoms of smooth metal deep down, or as what might become some mountain chain anyone of them knew to exist in the future started to laboriously shooting upwards...

As he pulled up alongside her, and, creepingly, started to pass, Elita gunned her engine at the same time as laugher slipped out. If he wanted to get past her, he'd have to fight for it. Race-wise, anyway.

     The Badlands... The sensation that ran through him was like someone had dragged something sharp across his chassis. He slowed down, if briefly, gunning his engine again not a second later.

     Keep it together...

     He caught himself just before he swerved too closely towards Elita, a move he realized had almost been deliberate. Hot Rod focused ahead, trying to force his thoughts back to the conversation.

     "...so long as we're not headed there. It's...weird though, being reminded that this is supposed to be Cybertron- a Cybertron, anyway."

She'd been ready to swerve away, but since Hot Rod caught himself... But it's obvious, by now, that he's only barely keeping his processors straight and uninfluenced by the darkness that their glyphs aparently protected them from.

At least usually.

"No, not my aim at all." She'd shake her helm if she were in altmode; instead a faint, brief burst if buzzing escaped her. "And it is. Not even when Cybertron looked its worst during the war, it'd have looked like it does beyond the Haven. Everything is so very... unfinished." She doesn't bother to hide the faint strain of bewilderment in her voice, because, she realised, that's exactly what it is.

Unfinished, everything creating, moving, the planet moving in fits and starts and slow, inexorable change as it attempts to become what it should be in the future. For the native "second generation" of cybertronians.

     Unfinished was a good word for it. If one scraped away the spiraling scapes of the Cybertron from Hot Rod's memories, then it would possibly resemble something of the sort. "...maybe not even unfinished so much as unstarted..."he found himself saying.

     Was this how it was at the very beginning? And were these Badlands a part of it, or was that just something that became along with the Lambda and Unicron's attempts to make a hard time for the Firstforged? ...maybe it was better not to let his thoughts linger on those, not when he was trying to keep from being upset.

     He decided he didn't want to risk it. Elita was only offering assistance, but just having another, physical presence there seemed enough to tempt those irrational thoughts and dark whispers. Moving to match the other Autobot's speed so he wouldn't have to raise his voice, he hesitated before speaking his decision.

     "...it's probably better if we part ways here..."

"That actually... sounds very possible, though it is shifting around us all the time I've noticed..." Trailing off as Hot Rod came up close, Elita very briefly considered protesting as he requested she leave.

But they were getting further away from what limited "civilisation" there was, which meant that at the least, it'd take Hot Rod a bit to meet anyone if he actually lost it. It still didn't exactly feel right, and while she certainly would be able to defend herself, if she left before anything happened, she wouldn't need to.

A simple, practical solution which there was nothing to do but acknowledge.

"I'd like to refuse, but you're probably right." The static sigh was lost to the sound of her engine working in near-purring smoothness. "All right. Don't crash." It's the simplest, least complicated way of parting without saying things that are impossible, might be patronising or similar.

She let her engine slow to start to drop behind Hot Rod and started to turn in the same movement, feeling faint strains of frustration playing at her circuits, but what else could she do?

     He was glad she hadn't put up an argument in that. There was an irrational part of him that felt Elita was leaving much too easily, but he reasoned that with whatever was going on in his circuits- the things he didn't want to know.

     It was better this way, he told himself.

     "...thanks," he said quietly, figuring his words probably lost in the growl of his engine as he sped off, intending to put as much distance between himself and Elita One as possible before he found himself changing his mind.

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