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re_alignment_logs2013-11-16 09:46 pm
notyourblueangel) wrote in re_alignment_logs2013-11-16 09:46 pm
Wake to find the pain is real [Narrative and OPEN]
WHO: Thundercracker and OPEN
WHERE: ALL. OVER. HAVEN.
WHEN: This afternoon shortly after this post and well into tonight...or whenever either he runs out of energy or someone talks him down. 9,9
WHAT: BLOWIN'. SHIT. UP. ...aka grieving Decepticon coping the only way he knows how...which is to say, not at all. orz
WARNINGS: Uh...well, besides RAEGY Seeker? Probably a lot of cursing, Cybertronian-style . . . property damage (but not to anything anyone owns [unless you WANT him to hit it by accident??]) . . . angst in general?
NOTES: He'll be airborne for the most part, but if someone radios him or just flags him down, especially someone he knows in the latter case, he'll respond and land.
No . . . NO! That wasn't real! That HADN'T BEEN REAL!
So why had it happened anyway!?
. . .
It was like waking from a nightmare only to find it had been a premonition of sorts. A premonition that came true, at least in part. The most important part.
The nightmare had been of everything being ripped from him - from his home through his freedom and all the way down to his very dignity. Even now he remembered the abuses and the tortures, the degradations, the humiliation of the auction blocks and the agony of electro-whips across his wings. But there'd always been one constant - his surviving wingmate, Skywarp. And then he too had been taken, and Thundercracker had been left alone. That had been - or at least felt like - the last straw in his sanity.
Reality was that . . . well, he supposed he could see it as a slavery of sorts. He'd served someone he didn't want to but in some ways at least felt he had no choice. He did, of course, but . . . lesser of evils and all that. Vos had still been destroyed forever ago, but at least not in the same way, and both of his wingmates had survived, alive and as free as any Decepticon who served closely under Megatron. And then he'd come here . . . and he'd been alone. But he'd been free in ways he'd not known for so long that it took him months to figure out what to do with himself. Slowly, he'd managed to make friends, and joined the police force, and . . . and life had been good. But there'd always been something missing. His trine. There was a Starscream here, but they'd never really managed to bond - the other Seeker was busy with other people and things and it had just not really happened. And Skywarp wasn't here.
Until suddenly he was.
Thundercracker had been ecstatic. Even after realizing the mech wasn't "his" Skywarp but one from another reality, the similarities had been enough. He had his wingmate back. Thundercracker had flown with Wing a few times, and had appreciated and enjoyed it, but nothing replaced having another Seeker at his wingtip . . . and no other Seeker - Pit, not even Starscream - could replace Skywarp.
Thundercracker had been here for over a year now. Well over. And Skywarp had been here for most of that time. Though he'd never admit to it, Thundercracker was a somewhat dependent mech. He needed purpose and validation in his life, and found those in the things he did and the people he did them with. It was one of the biggest reasons he'd finally applied to the police force. But people had a greater influence on him in validating his existence, and no one moreso than Skywarp.
Then that . . . that utter nightmare had hit, and arguably nothing - nothing at all - in Thundercracker's entire life had ever left him so shaken, feeling vulnerable and violated and just plain terrified - of what could have been . . . of what, in a sense, had been. As soon as he'd been himself again - his real self, thank you very much! - he'd gone looking for Skywarp. For so many reasons. To assure himself that his wingmate really was all right - was alive, whole, unbeaten, unbroken. To validate himself. To . . . fraggit, to have someone to talk to about what had happened! To try to work through his own reactions and feelings. To tell him he was being stupid for letting it upset him so badly.
But Skywarp wasn't there.
Thundercracker had posted to the Link once he was himself. Skywarp never answered. Thundercracker went looking . . . looked everywhere, checked all his haunts, continued to ping him, checked the bar at the Hub and every medbay in Haven. Checked his room in Megatronus's temple.
Nothing. Nowhere. No sign, no reply, no Seeker.
Skywarp was gone. As suddenly as he had been in the nightmare.
For Thundercracker, fear manifested as anger . . . uncertainty manifested as anger . . . depression manifested as anger . . . grief manifested as anger . . . feelings of abandonment, of betrayal, of...pretty much anything, manifested as anger. Any two of those could send him into a rage, though always before he'd had to bottle it up, to hide and deny it until it passed, for fear of crossing Megatron.
Here and now? Here he didn't have to hide it, bottle it, deny it. And now, all of the above were coming into play. Alone, they'd have been bad enough, but on the heels of the nightmare he'd just endured? Intolerable! And what did it all mix and boil into to manifest?
Pure . . . unadulterated . . . blinding . . . fury. A fury with no target, no enemy, no outlet. Not one he could reach, anyway.
So he's creating them.
Thundercracker is out and about, racing and strafing all over Haven, making as much noise and spreading as much random (mostly random) destruction as he can. The sonic BOOMS that are his namesake can be heard for tens of miles. His turbines rattle windows as he flies too close - far too close - to buildings of all shapes and sizes. His rifles tear into mountainsides, random boulders, the surface of the lake in Alpha Trion's quadrant, and across long tracts of land. He's not doing damage to anything that belongs to anyone (that he's aware of) - he's retaining enough presence of mind for that at least - but that's about it.
Everything else is fair game.
WHERE: ALL. OVER. HAVEN.
WHEN: This afternoon shortly after this post and well into tonight...or whenever either he runs out of energy or someone talks him down. 9,9
WHAT: BLOWIN'. SHIT. UP. ...aka grieving Decepticon coping the only way he knows how...which is to say, not at all. orz
WARNINGS: Uh...well, besides RAEGY Seeker? Probably a lot of cursing, Cybertronian-style . . . property damage (but not to anything anyone owns [unless you WANT him to hit it by accident??]) . . . angst in general?
NOTES: He'll be airborne for the most part, but if someone radios him or just flags him down, especially someone he knows in the latter case, he'll respond and land.
No . . . NO! That wasn't real! That HADN'T BEEN REAL!
So why had it happened anyway!?
. . .
It was like waking from a nightmare only to find it had been a premonition of sorts. A premonition that came true, at least in part. The most important part.
The nightmare had been of everything being ripped from him - from his home through his freedom and all the way down to his very dignity. Even now he remembered the abuses and the tortures, the degradations, the humiliation of the auction blocks and the agony of electro-whips across his wings. But there'd always been one constant - his surviving wingmate, Skywarp. And then he too had been taken, and Thundercracker had been left alone. That had been - or at least felt like - the last straw in his sanity.
Reality was that . . . well, he supposed he could see it as a slavery of sorts. He'd served someone he didn't want to but in some ways at least felt he had no choice. He did, of course, but . . . lesser of evils and all that. Vos had still been destroyed forever ago, but at least not in the same way, and both of his wingmates had survived, alive and as free as any Decepticon who served closely under Megatron. And then he'd come here . . . and he'd been alone. But he'd been free in ways he'd not known for so long that it took him months to figure out what to do with himself. Slowly, he'd managed to make friends, and joined the police force, and . . . and life had been good. But there'd always been something missing. His trine. There was a Starscream here, but they'd never really managed to bond - the other Seeker was busy with other people and things and it had just not really happened. And Skywarp wasn't here.
Until suddenly he was.
Thundercracker had been ecstatic. Even after realizing the mech wasn't "his" Skywarp but one from another reality, the similarities had been enough. He had his wingmate back. Thundercracker had flown with Wing a few times, and had appreciated and enjoyed it, but nothing replaced having another Seeker at his wingtip . . . and no other Seeker - Pit, not even Starscream - could replace Skywarp.
Thundercracker had been here for over a year now. Well over. And Skywarp had been here for most of that time. Though he'd never admit to it, Thundercracker was a somewhat dependent mech. He needed purpose and validation in his life, and found those in the things he did and the people he did them with. It was one of the biggest reasons he'd finally applied to the police force. But people had a greater influence on him in validating his existence, and no one moreso than Skywarp.
Then that . . . that utter nightmare had hit, and arguably nothing - nothing at all - in Thundercracker's entire life had ever left him so shaken, feeling vulnerable and violated and just plain terrified - of what could have been . . . of what, in a sense, had been. As soon as he'd been himself again - his real self, thank you very much! - he'd gone looking for Skywarp. For so many reasons. To assure himself that his wingmate really was all right - was alive, whole, unbeaten, unbroken. To validate himself. To . . . fraggit, to have someone to talk to about what had happened! To try to work through his own reactions and feelings. To tell him he was being stupid for letting it upset him so badly.
But Skywarp wasn't there.
Thundercracker had posted to the Link once he was himself. Skywarp never answered. Thundercracker went looking . . . looked everywhere, checked all his haunts, continued to ping him, checked the bar at the Hub and every medbay in Haven. Checked his room in Megatronus's temple.
Nothing. Nowhere. No sign, no reply, no Seeker.
Skywarp was gone. As suddenly as he had been in the nightmare.
For Thundercracker, fear manifested as anger . . . uncertainty manifested as anger . . . depression manifested as anger . . . grief manifested as anger . . . feelings of abandonment, of betrayal, of...pretty much anything, manifested as anger. Any two of those could send him into a rage, though always before he'd had to bottle it up, to hide and deny it until it passed, for fear of crossing Megatron.
Here and now? Here he didn't have to hide it, bottle it, deny it. And now, all of the above were coming into play. Alone, they'd have been bad enough, but on the heels of the nightmare he'd just endured? Intolerable! And what did it all mix and boil into to manifest?
Pure . . . unadulterated . . . blinding . . . fury. A fury with no target, no enemy, no outlet. Not one he could reach, anyway.
So he's creating them.
Thundercracker is out and about, racing and strafing all over Haven, making as much noise and spreading as much random (mostly random) destruction as he can. The sonic BOOMS that are his namesake can be heard for tens of miles. His turbines rattle windows as he flies too close - far too close - to buildings of all shapes and sizes. His rifles tear into mountainsides, random boulders, the surface of the lake in Alpha Trion's quadrant, and across long tracts of land. He's not doing damage to anything that belongs to anyone (that he's aware of) - he's retaining enough presence of mind for that at least - but that's about it.
Everything else is fair game.