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re_alignment_logs2012-12-09 04:27 pm
shutupndrive) wrote in re_alignment_logs2012-12-09 04:27 pm
[Open] The worst is over now...?
WHO: Smokescreen and whoever finds him
WHERE: Near the lake in Alpha Trion's quadrant
WHEN After the events with him and Bulkhead having to kill Optimus.
WHAT: A certain rookie is overcome with grief.
WARNINGS: N/A
Smokescreen had fled.
He probably should have stayed near Bulkhead, stayed with his teammate and helped him with..well..everything but the rookie couldn't handle it. Having to offline Optimus, having to be there when it happened, it wasn't something that sat well with him.
At all.
His spark felt heavy and his mind was a mess, the young Autobot not knowing what else to do but flee. So he did, making a break for the only place he really felt safe on this odd version of Cybertron: Alpha Trion's quadrant. For what seemed like forever he just drove, going in circles and just trying to forget everything that had gone on but things were never that easy. The death of someone he admired, looked up to..it wasn't something easy to just shake off, no matter what war had taught him and eventually he'd worn himself out to the point that he barely managed to transform, sinking down to sit by the edge of the lake.
Smokescreen's doorwings were heavy on his back, hanging almost completely limp as he drew his legs up and wrapped his arms around them tightly. It was childish--he was acting like a sparkling doing this but he just couldn't help it.
Primus did it hurt.
He felt like an absolutely failure, a disgrace to the Autobots because he hadn't been able to do anything to help. Their Prime had needed them--needed him--and in the end, Optimus had died because they couldn't help him. A large part of Smokescreen wished that it had been him, wished that he could have just traded places and been the one to die. Optimus Prime..he was everything to them. He was their hope for the future really and now he was gone.
A shudder coursed through him and Smokescreen dropped his head, optics offlining as he hugged his legs closer to his chest. The same word kept repeating itself over and over in his head, drowning him in the unanswered question...
Why?
WHERE: Near the lake in Alpha Trion's quadrant
WHEN After the events with him and Bulkhead having to kill Optimus.
WHAT: A certain rookie is overcome with grief.
WARNINGS: N/A
Smokescreen had fled.
He probably should have stayed near Bulkhead, stayed with his teammate and helped him with..well..everything but the rookie couldn't handle it. Having to offline Optimus, having to be there when it happened, it wasn't something that sat well with him.
At all.
His spark felt heavy and his mind was a mess, the young Autobot not knowing what else to do but flee. So he did, making a break for the only place he really felt safe on this odd version of Cybertron: Alpha Trion's quadrant. For what seemed like forever he just drove, going in circles and just trying to forget everything that had gone on but things were never that easy. The death of someone he admired, looked up to..it wasn't something easy to just shake off, no matter what war had taught him and eventually he'd worn himself out to the point that he barely managed to transform, sinking down to sit by the edge of the lake.
Smokescreen's doorwings were heavy on his back, hanging almost completely limp as he drew his legs up and wrapped his arms around them tightly. It was childish--he was acting like a sparkling doing this but he just couldn't help it.
Primus did it hurt.
He felt like an absolutely failure, a disgrace to the Autobots because he hadn't been able to do anything to help. Their Prime had needed them--needed him--and in the end, Optimus had died because they couldn't help him. A large part of Smokescreen wished that it had been him, wished that he could have just traded places and been the one to die. Optimus Prime..he was everything to them. He was their hope for the future really and now he was gone.
A shudder coursed through him and Smokescreen dropped his head, optics offlining as he hugged his legs closer to his chest. The same word kept repeating itself over and over in his head, drowning him in the unanswered question...
Why?
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Seated on the ground once more, since the lake really was just a calming place to be and it was helping in the long run, Smokescreen glanced over his shoulder at the bot that was approaching. He recognized him from various transmissions, and from things he'd seen back on his Cybertron even if this wasn't the exact same bot, and he nodded some in a manner of greeting.
"..Ultra Magnus...right?" he asked, doorwings shifting just a bit as he turned his entire body some so he wasn't facing completely away from the other. Like Alpha Trion, he hadn't really expected someone like Ultra Magnus to pay him a visit so he really wasn't sure what to say. Or do.
He just knew to be respectful, no matter how he was feeling.
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The enforcer goes to one knee; it's close enough for him to be addressing someone this way, due to his size. He's aware of his own above-average height and all.
"I won't take up your time. I imagine there's plenty on your mind." And frankly, if he tried to comfort him, Ultra Magnus is pretty sure he'd fail spectacularly on that front. "But I wanted you to be aware that with whatever I can do to assist you, I will try everything in my power to do so. Optimus requested that I watch over you."
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Was it that Optimus didn't trust him to be able to take care of himself? Or was the other just trying to look out for him? Smokescreen really wasn't sure which, of course, made him wary--in a way--of both Perceptor and Ultra Magnus now.
He frowned a bit, looking away from the larger bot in thought, optics dimming as he considered what the other had said before he finally just shrugged a bit.
"Whatever. If that's what he wanted..then I guess I should just go with it right?" he murmured, not keen on the idea but..he was going to assume the best and if Optimus wanted him to trust his two new guardians, he would.
".....Thanks. For..offering to help and stuff. I appreciate it."
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True, he doesn't really know that version of Optimus. But there are more than enough similarities to the one he's spent several centuries with; he can trust that request.
He will do what it takes to keep Smokescreen safe.
"You're welcome. Don't hesitate to call for me if you need it. Whatever it might be."
Slowly, Ultra Magnus pushes himself back to his own two feet.
"Is there anything I can do at the moment?"
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"Of course...thank you, sir," he said with a slight nod, optics settling on the other again as Magnus moved to stand. Smokescreen was quiet for another moment, debating on whether or not he did need anything but..
Right now there wasn't much anyone could do was there?
"No, I'll be alright. Just needed to clear my head, you know?"
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That, he can understand. After all, Magnus has his own need to clear his mind. For however long that'll take, he isn't sure.
But he knows what it means to have to kill a comrade.
"I'll be at police headquarters. Stay safe, Smokescreen."
At that, he rises to leave.
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But there was also someone he needed to track down and stay close to because the other was really the only teammate he had left now outside of Ratchet who he'd yet to see in person.
Gaze lingering on Magnus for a moment, the rookie finally glanced away and looked out over the lake once more, drawing his knees up again as he rested his chin on his folded arms.