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[vectorianpolarity]

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!

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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.

Comments

[raceme]

You are _welcome sir. [He notices the expression.] It's something wrong? Did I mess up?

[vectorianpolarity]

It will do, Blurr. It is a simple grade for my systems, but it will do. [see? he's taking a sip from it, too. no hesitation, at least.]

[raceme]

Oh. [The whole exchange still makes Blurr a bit flustered. He didn't even think about the grade.

Back on Earth he had to get used to drink oil, energon wasn't always available. He was not picky and never give much thought to what he got as food, as long as he got something.]

[vectorianpolarity]

[Vector chuckles softly - more trying to put Blurr at ease, really. it's not his fault he's ignorant of the specific grade the Firstforged need for their systems.]

Please. It is fine.

[raceme]

Alrighthtensir. [Blurr fidgets a bit.] I should stop bothering you, you still need rest.

[vectorianpolarity]

You aren't bothering me, Blurr. Not at all.

Perhaps you could tell me of how things fare, outside of these walls...?

[raceme]

If _{you are sure.} [He's going to lean against the berth, hope you don't mind Vector.]

Everyone is dealing with the glyhpless as well as their can. Sometimes fighting them, sometimes helping them to...ah..end their madness. [That sounds better than saying they are killing them.] And your sister is pissed, sir.

[vectorianpolarity]

[not at all. at least, if the way he's paying attention to Blurr is any sign. at this moment, he's a leader receiving a report; it goes without saying that Blurr has his complete processing power]

It would be best to end those beasts quickly. [the words are harsh, but-is that a bit of pity, there?] Solus being...'pissed'...is no surprise, especially if they are troubling her directly...

[raceme]

[Blurr can understand and while he hoped they could find a way to fix the glyphless he knows some things can't be helped.]

Oh yes that too but I meant that she's ...pissed at you. Something about always doing this sort of htings and getting hurt.