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re_alignment_logs2014-02-14 11:25 pm
fun_police) wrote in re_alignment_logs2014-02-14 11:25 pm
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the best valentine's ever
Who: Prowl & Chromedome
What: Partnerships are strained.
When: Feb 14
Where: Laboratory in Liege's Temple
Notes: N/A
The untouched, shimmering metallic equipment of one of their patron Firstforged's labs would be what waits for Chromedome when he decides to respond to Prowl's hailing. A lot had changed since his initiation, including Prowl's connection to the temple itself. There was a supernatural drive to work and operate within its walls. The limitation wasn't unexpected, but it left him wishing to start making the temple a base for their activities. Not that he mentioned any of this, of course.
As far as Prowl was concerned, Chromedome would just know that Liege had chosen to personally gift them an upgraded workspace. One that was useless to Prowl himself - all the equipment needed for statistics were in his head - but that could be valuable to his partner. An institution from which he could operate safely should any extended work be needed. It was safely buried within the mountain's labyrinth, out of the way, and the Acolytes had nothing to say for their own moral codes.
So Prowl himself would wait, leaning against the wall opposite to the entrance as he stewed over their plans and the changes to his systems. He found himself feeling slightly impatient, tapping his fingers on a counter top as he made eye contact with his reflection on the floor.
What: Partnerships are strained.
When: Feb 14
Where: Laboratory in Liege's Temple
Notes: N/A
The untouched, shimmering metallic equipment of one of their patron Firstforged's labs would be what waits for Chromedome when he decides to respond to Prowl's hailing. A lot had changed since his initiation, including Prowl's connection to the temple itself. There was a supernatural drive to work and operate within its walls. The limitation wasn't unexpected, but it left him wishing to start making the temple a base for their activities. Not that he mentioned any of this, of course.
As far as Prowl was concerned, Chromedome would just know that Liege had chosen to personally gift them an upgraded workspace. One that was useless to Prowl himself - all the equipment needed for statistics were in his head - but that could be valuable to his partner. An institution from which he could operate safely should any extended work be needed. It was safely buried within the mountain's labyrinth, out of the way, and the Acolytes had nothing to say for their own moral codes.
So Prowl himself would wait, leaning against the wall opposite to the entrance as he stewed over their plans and the changes to his systems. He found himself feeling slightly impatient, tapping his fingers on a counter top as he made eye contact with his reflection on the floor.
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Weaponry bristled out of the Decepticon frame almost instinctively in that extra second that he'd been given to react. He needn't worry about reaching for a gun when it was already built in.
One arm rose, aimed and coldly fired a single shot at Chromedome's leg as he lunged forward. He needn't kill him, that was unnecessary, but Prowl needed the mnemosurgeon disabled to be able to plan what to do next.
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His leg gave away beneath him, and Chromedome finds himself on the floor. Anger is a great and terrible thing, it helped him as he tried to keep pulling himself upright. A difficult thing to do when your leg has been fried.
"You-"
There's something else he wanted to say. It escapes him though as he grips the edge of the table.
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"Stop squirming. You're going to hurt yourself further."
He stepped over Chromedome and paced a few steps away, falling out of the harsh lights that illuminated the medical tables. Chromedome wouldn't be able to see the little betrayals of emotion and he'd be out of the mnemosurgeon's reach.
But what to do? He couldn't very well leave him like that.
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He had lost. After everything he had lost. To Prowl. His bitterness and resentment are apparent.
"I won't remember the last few moments."
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It was getting easier to swallow the livid anger that made his hands clench into fists hard enough for the metal to dent. Chromedome may have betrayed him while he was vulnerable - but at least he faced the consequences of that action.
Prowl looks down at his communicator, beginning to sift through the different contacts he had accumulated while here.
At the same time, his mind began to churn with ideas.