Thundercracker had seen the powerful Autobot commander enter the police station. When first built, the Seeker had been nothing but wary of the building, determined never to go there himself, voluntarily or involuntarily. Now . . . he stood on the threshold staring at the door. It was something he'd been thinking about for a while now, more and more seriously.
Overlord...
Tarn...
The Glyphless...
With the last, especially, he'd finally had something to do. Not in a sense of combating boredom, but . . . a real purpose, a reason for being. Without the war, without something to fight for, without a reason beyond mere survival to come out of recharge each morning, the veteran warrior had been lost. It was an ache even Megatron - the negative polarity one to whom he'd sworn himself some weeks ago now - had been unable to alleviate. And now Lord Megatron was missing.
With a growl at himself for his cowardice hesitance, he pushes the door open, striding in until he finds the Autobot's office.
He too is still injured and covered in fluids, but he doesn't care. The medics are busy. He'll take care of himself, like he normally does. Later. This first.
He pauses at the door, knocking softly on the frame for the mech's attention. His head is up, back straight, wings high as he addresses the mech in a low voice. "Ultra Magnus." He can't help a level of anxiety - he feels like he's walking into..."the lion's den" as he's heard humans put it - but he's careful to keep it from showing.
Let me know if this isn't okay =3 I'll be happy to edit or withdraw it as needed
Thundercracker had seen the powerful Autobot commander enter the police station. When first built, the Seeker had been nothing but wary of the building, determined never to go there himself, voluntarily or involuntarily. Now . . . he stood on the threshold staring at the door. It was something he'd been thinking about for a while now, more and more seriously.
Overlord...
Tarn...
The Glyphless...
With the last, especially, he'd finally had something to do. Not in a sense of combating boredom, but . . . a real purpose, a reason for being. Without the war, without something to fight for, without a reason beyond mere survival to come out of recharge each morning, the veteran warrior had been lost. It was an ache even Megatron - the negative polarity one to whom he'd sworn himself some weeks ago now - had been unable to alleviate. And now Lord Megatron was missing.
With a growl at himself for his
cowardicehesitance, he pushes the door open, striding in until he finds the Autobot's office.He too is still injured and covered in fluids, but he doesn't care. The medics are busy. He'll take care of himself, like he normally does. Later. This first.
He pauses at the door, knocking softly on the frame for the mech's attention. His head is up, back straight, wings high as he addresses the mech in a low voice. "Ultra Magnus." He can't help a level of anxiety - he feels like he's walking into..."the lion's den" as he's heard humans put it - but he's careful to keep it from showing.