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re_alignment_logs2012-12-17 05:42 pm
vectorianpolarity) wrote in re_alignment_logs2012-12-17 05:42 pm
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WHO: Vector Prime and YOU!
WHERE: Solus Prime's medbay!
WHEN During the week; timing can be flexed.
WHAT: COME VISIT VECTOR IN THE MEDBAY. He is an unhappy (not-so-)little spacejet recovering from his fight against Ramjet!
Somewhere between indignant and chagrined regarding his loss against Ramjet, Vector Prime had not taken the enforced rest lightly. True, he had been in no condition to move until lately, but ever since the initial pull out of consciousness to ensure that his processor was, in fact, fully functional...
Perhaps if it wasn't, he wouldn't have to bear the disapproval of his kin so harshly. It had been made clear to him - rightly so - that by going against Prima's decree to wait, he had made a grave error. Made clear in more ways than one, but...!
But nothing.
He took to Solus' continued ministrations under mute protest, impatient to return to his duty and to at least try to regain some standing among his peers. As well as among the other residents of the Haven. But until now, he was all but confined to this medbay, and he itched for some room to spread his wings. Metaphorically or not.
Perhaps this, too, was a form of penance for his error, but it was hardly a useful one.
WHERE: Solus Prime's medbay!
WHEN During the week; timing can be flexed.
WHAT: COME VISIT VECTOR IN THE MEDBAY. He is an unhappy (not-so-)little spacejet recovering from his fight against Ramjet!
Somewhere between indignant and chagrined regarding his loss against Ramjet, Vector Prime had not taken the enforced rest lightly. True, he had been in no condition to move until lately, but ever since the initial pull out of consciousness to ensure that his processor was, in fact, fully functional...
Perhaps if it wasn't, he wouldn't have to bear the disapproval of his kin so harshly. It had been made clear to him - rightly so - that by going against Prima's decree to wait, he had made a grave error. Made clear in more ways than one, but...!
But nothing.
He took to Solus' continued ministrations under mute protest, impatient to return to his duty and to at least try to regain some standing among his peers. As well as among the other residents of the Haven. But until now, he was all but confined to this medbay, and he itched for some room to spread his wings. Metaphorically or not.
Perhaps this, too, was a form of penance for his error, but it was hardly a useful one.
LATE TO ALL THINGS EVER also sorry about the lack of icon, Photobucket's down...
(has a mun who only manages to catch up on All. The. Things. about once a week right now *sob*)is a simple soldier, not used to looking at the bigger picture or keeping track of what others are doing if it's not his business. And the matters of the First-Forged are not his business.The Seeker had heard that Vector Prime had gone against Ramjet and that he'd been grievously injured, though . . . that was about the extent of his knowledge. That and the impression that Solus was decidedly unhappy with him. But for all Thundercracker knew, that was just her own bedside manner.
The Seeker had been in and out of the medbay as it was checking on Blurr - and to an extent Vandal - so when he saw the post that the injured First-Forged had finally awakened, he debated visiting the mech. He'd really only met one face-to-face and spoken briefly with another over the network a while back, so finally, after a few days, curiosity if nothing else drove him to seek out the room that the mech was in.
Quietly, he shifted to the door, looking in, and gave a small nod. "Vector Prime...?"
is cool!
Against the instruction of Solus, Vector is most certainly up when Thundercracker comes in - to the point of attempting his flight systems again. He's all but hovering in midair, but at the sound- he drops to the floor, landing in a crouch.
While visually it's a smooth landing, his face suggests something else. He's still a distance away from optimal.
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But he digresses.
"I am...well." Well enough. "I trust I will soon be released."