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re_alignment_logs2013-12-08 04:03 pm
thankyou4myheart) wrote in re_alignment_logs2013-12-08 04:03 pm
Wouldn't it be ironic if... [CLOSED]
WHO: Deckard, Drill Boy
WHERE: Somewhere outside of Haven
WHEN: BACKDATED LIKE WHOA about two weeks to shortly after this(because life's been eating me for the past 3-4 weeks orz)
WHAT: Deckard's out patrolling in general and finally finds his MIA teammate
WARNINGS: Well...Drill Boy's in this so...some measure of cute, I'm guessing? XD
NOTES: RC, if you want to say PJ went out with Deckard, that's awesome - just figure they got split up at some point before this?
One more round . . . just one more round, then he'd head back. After all, he couldn't give up. He could take breaks - when he had to, when his systems started to threaten to not give him a choice - but he couldn't just give up. He'd work hard regardless of who was missing, of course, but this . . . this was personal.
This was one of his own.
Deckard had been in Haven almost a month now. When he first arrived, he was told that four others from his world were here - Kagerou (the first one to contact him), Power Joe, McCrane, and Drill Boy. Power Joe and then McCrane had finally checked in with him shortly after, but he'd never heard from Drill Boy . . . and none of the others seemed to know where he was either. And then there was that massive maelstrom of a thunderstorm, followed by two weeks of chaos, and another week of "dust settling" from the effects and aftermath of so many having suffered through such radical changes, and all the words spoken and especially actions taken. But now . . . finally . . . Deckard felt things had been quiet enough for him pull himself away from his duties as a member of the Haven police to do what his heart had been aching to do now for too long, as the team lead of the Brave Police. He needed to find Drill Boy. Or find proof of his departure altogether, as some believed.
Everything in Deckard told him that Drill Boy wasn't wholly gone. He'd not Left. He was out there, somewhere, and he needed help.
As tempting as it was to keep pushing himself, Deckard knew he'd never hear the end of it from some of those back in Haven if he stayed out here until he ran himself almost out of fuel on the possibility of finding something, so he started to turn back, noting the area - a ledge by a sloping cliff on the face of one of the mountains - so he could come straight back here to resume his search later . . . but then something caught his attention. A footprint, half-obscured. One of Deckard's problems was that massive storm had obliterated most any chance of finding solid evidence of a person's passage . . . but maybe . . .
A Brave's footprint was pretty distinctive, even among Cybertronians and other giant-sized robots - a square, hollow heel and wide, solid toe.
The remains of the first footprint wasn't enough to be sure, but as Deckard found more around and partly under various rocks and boulders, there was no mistaking the origin of the tracks! Deckard looked around, getting the impression of a recent avalanche. If he was right and a robot had been caught in it... But if this were Drill Boy, he could have just...well...drilled himself free! Couldn't he? His vehicle mode - both vehicle modes - were drillers or had drilling capacity. Of course, that was assuming Drill Boy could change into either mode.
If he'd been caught - and buried - in robot mode . . .
Deckard was making his way down the broken, unstable slope before he knew what he was doing.
"Drill Boy? DRILL BOY!?"
WHERE: Somewhere outside of Haven
WHEN: BACKDATED LIKE WHOA about two weeks to shortly after this
WHAT: Deckard's out patrolling in general and finally finds his MIA teammate
WARNINGS: Well...Drill Boy's in this so...some measure of cute, I'm guessing? XD
NOTES: RC, if you want to say PJ went out with Deckard, that's awesome - just figure they got split up at some point before this?
One more round . . . just one more round, then he'd head back. After all, he couldn't give up. He could take breaks - when he had to, when his systems started to threaten to not give him a choice - but he couldn't just give up. He'd work hard regardless of who was missing, of course, but this . . . this was personal.
This was one of his own.
Deckard had been in Haven almost a month now. When he first arrived, he was told that four others from his world were here - Kagerou (the first one to contact him), Power Joe, McCrane, and Drill Boy. Power Joe and then McCrane had finally checked in with him shortly after, but he'd never heard from Drill Boy . . . and none of the others seemed to know where he was either. And then there was that massive maelstrom of a thunderstorm, followed by two weeks of chaos, and another week of "dust settling" from the effects and aftermath of so many having suffered through such radical changes, and all the words spoken and especially actions taken. But now . . . finally . . . Deckard felt things had been quiet enough for him pull himself away from his duties as a member of the Haven police to do what his heart had been aching to do now for too long, as the team lead of the Brave Police. He needed to find Drill Boy. Or find proof of his departure altogether, as some believed.
Everything in Deckard told him that Drill Boy wasn't wholly gone. He'd not Left. He was out there, somewhere, and he needed help.
As tempting as it was to keep pushing himself, Deckard knew he'd never hear the end of it from some of those back in Haven if he stayed out here until he ran himself almost out of fuel on the possibility of finding something, so he started to turn back, noting the area - a ledge by a sloping cliff on the face of one of the mountains - so he could come straight back here to resume his search later . . . but then something caught his attention. A footprint, half-obscured. One of Deckard's problems was that massive storm had obliterated most any chance of finding solid evidence of a person's passage . . . but maybe . . .
A Brave's footprint was pretty distinctive, even among Cybertronians and other giant-sized robots - a square, hollow heel and wide, solid toe.
The remains of the first footprint wasn't enough to be sure, but as Deckard found more around and partly under various rocks and boulders, there was no mistaking the origin of the tracks! Deckard looked around, getting the impression of a recent avalanche. If he was right and a robot had been caught in it... But if this were Drill Boy, he could have just...well...drilled himself free! Couldn't he? His vehicle mode - both vehicle modes - were drillers or had drilling capacity. Of course, that was assuming Drill Boy could change into either mode.
If he'd been caught - and buried - in robot mode . . .
Deckard was making his way down the broken, unstable slope before he knew what he was doing.
"Drill Boy? DRILL BOY!?"
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Hyper driller –accurate in more ways than one, but that was par for the course with Drill Boy. And a good sign, in a way. He at least had enough energy left to be that emphatic.
'Everyone was so sad when you went away.' The words hit hard, sorry that he hurt everyone before (even if that wasn't technically HIM him), but he shoved it aside for now. He gave up trying to convince Drill Boy until he could at least talk to him face to face. He followed the sounds, finally spotting the younger robot among the rocks.
"There you are!" He reached a hand in, wanting to touch, to reassure himself – and more, to reassure Drill Boy that he himself really was there and not just a figment – before he started looking for how best to free his teammate. "I'm not here from the Badlands. I'm here from Haven. Drill Boy, you've been missing for weeks. I found myself in Prima's temple almost a month and a half ago. We'd have come looking for you sooner, but . . . well, later, let's get you free first. Are you injured?"
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"It's... you're really here... from Haven." He stopped struggling and looked at him closely. "I've been gone that long?"
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The sight of fear in Drill Boy's bright optics –especially knowing that fear was directed at him - nearly broke Deckard's heart. He nodded, his voice low. "You have. I'm surprised to find you still functioning, that you haven't run out of fuel. In fact . . . here . . . " He pulls his gas can from the compartment in his hip, opposite his holster, and offers it to his little brother. "It's got energon. Barricade converted me. I assume you've been converted too? It really is me, Drill Boy, I promise." He made himself stop his slight rambling, gazing at the battered and filthy face below him. "Damn, it's good to see you."
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With his arms free at the point they were at he was just able to take the offered gas can and tip it so he could get some more fule.
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"I was... just out exploring, I didn't mean to go to far, but I got all turned around underground at some point, and lost. I thought I was finally on my way back to haven when... the rocks collapsed on top of me and trapped me here." He explained. He ducked his head a bit, knowing he hadn't been smart in how he went about it.
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