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re_alignment_logs2013-07-09 06:50 pm
notyourblueangel) wrote in re_alignment_logs2013-07-09 06:50 pm
Terror of the skies? NOT TODAY APPARENTLY
WHO: Thundercracker and whoever decides to visit
WHERE: One of the medbays
WHEN: Backdated to during and just after the Air Show
WHAT: Convalescing. And complaining. Mostly in silence. ...mostly.
WARNINGS: Irritable Seeker being irritable?
NOTES: It's too late in my mind to get into the air show log (hiatuses suck like that sometimes 9,9), but TC would have been there. If he could. So here's why he wasn't. Anyone wanna come try to cheer up Mr. Cranky McJetpants? 8D
As the humans would say, this sucked. This sucked filthy, Empty tailpipe! He knew he should have had that rotor in his left compressor looked at. He'd been putting it off, believing his auto-repair system would heal it. Not that there weren't enough medics around - not that he felt there weren't ones he could trust - but there weren't that many materials around. He was not about to get groused out of a medbay for wasting someone's time complaining about something that would correct itself. So he'd been biding his time.
Then it came time to practice for the air show. He'd had his routine down. He'd even been compensating for the intermittent rotor. Then came the last practice the day before the show. A series of complex loops and barrel rolls. And the rotor seized on him! At exactly the wrong moment for him to be able to compensate in any way. Because of his angle, speed, and altitude (or lack of) at that exact instant, he didn't just fall out of the sky.
He'd plowed himself into the ground. With extreme prejudice.
His wings had both been rent and twisted, his nosecone collapsed nearly into his canopy and his upright tailfin mangled and laying over almost parallel with the ground. He'd been unable to transform back to root-mode until medics had carted him off to a medbay to hammer out and unbind his compacted components.
Much of the damage had been repaired. The rest, his ARS would have to deal with. He had no idea how long that would take. It'd already been too long!
Why did he feel like he could hear Skywarp and Starscream - both Starscreams - laughing at him from here? And Frenzy. Pit, he'd never hear the end of this. Maybe he could just beat the little slagger into scraps, remind him why he should fear a Seeker. Except . . . then he'd have Megatronus on his tailfin.
Pit, this sucked.
WHERE: One of the medbays
WHEN: Backdated to during and just after the Air Show
WHAT: Convalescing. And complaining. Mostly in silence. ...mostly.
WARNINGS: Irritable Seeker being irritable?
NOTES: It's too late in my mind to get into the air show log (
As the humans would say, this sucked. This sucked filthy, Empty tailpipe! He knew he should have had that rotor in his left compressor looked at. He'd been putting it off, believing his auto-repair system would heal it. Not that there weren't enough medics around - not that he felt there weren't ones he could trust - but there weren't that many materials around. He was not about to get groused out of a medbay for wasting someone's time complaining about something that would correct itself. So he'd been biding his time.
Then it came time to practice for the air show. He'd had his routine down. He'd even been compensating for the intermittent rotor. Then came the last practice the day before the show. A series of complex loops and barrel rolls. And the rotor seized on him! At exactly the wrong moment for him to be able to compensate in any way. Because of his angle, speed, and altitude (or lack of) at that exact instant, he didn't just fall out of the sky.
He'd plowed himself into the ground. With extreme prejudice.
His wings had both been rent and twisted, his nosecone collapsed nearly into his canopy and his upright tailfin mangled and laying over almost parallel with the ground. He'd been unable to transform back to root-mode until medics had carted him off to a medbay to hammer out and unbind his compacted components.
Much of the damage had been repaired. The rest, his ARS would have to deal with. He had no idea how long that would take. It'd already been too long!
Why did he feel like he could hear Skywarp and Starscream - both Starscreams - laughing at him from here? And Frenzy. Pit, he'd never hear the end of this. Maybe he could just beat the little slagger into scraps, remind him why he should fear a Seeker. Except . . . then he'd have Megatronus on his tailfin.
Pit, this sucked.
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The energon in the 'fruit' actually has a sweet taste to it, but nothing too out of the ordinary for energon.
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The energon 'fruit juice' had a really nice touch to it. He'd have to ask Ravage where that 'tree' was.
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Ravage nods eagerly. "'K! I'll be all kinds of careful!"
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Thundercracker studies him a moment . . . and sighs. "See that you do." And . . . he let himself reach out again, scratch-petting the mechitty's head and shoulders.
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