[Audio]

[notyourblueangel]

[An audio feed starts with the sound of scuffling, probably jostled into turning on.  An unknown voice is heard, then Thundercracker's.]

N-no, what are you doing!?  GET AWAY FROM ME!

Hold still, you fragging glitch.  It'll hurt less.

HOLD STILL!?  You're going to shoot me!

Yes, I am.  Before you go insane and do worse to others.  [There's a cold matter-of-fact tone to his voice, though no real maliciousness.  Just a determination that brooks no argument.]

I-I won't-...you can't-...I WON'T LET YOU!

[The sounds of struggle renew, doubled in effort, until there's the sharp rapport of a rifle and howls of pain.  The screams cease abruptly at the second and third cracks of rifle fire.]

...I told you to hold still, you glitch.  [Then he growls.]  Fragging comm.

[The feed ends.]


((ooc: I'm assuming there are more Glyphless around than the event PC's.  This is just a nameless NPC Glyphless, no one in particular.  Just that TC's out "helping" with the problem, Decepticon-style.  At least he's trying to be somewhat humane about it?))

Comments

[Video] *waves* Sorry for the late reply! =3

[notyourblueangel]

[Thundercracker looks at his comm at the voice. Hmn. Another human. Okay, not really, NOWHERE NEAR but he doesn't know that. It's one he vaguely recognizes, having seen him over the network once or twice.]

There was another way. He'd already refused that too. I suppose I could have left him to wreck his havoc. Maybe harmed or killed someone you care about.

[He gives the feed a flat stare.]

Between how others, far too many others, have been turning and what the First-Forged and their Acolytes have been telling each and every one of us from the day we arrived, I think I can say that I know. And I don't need you or anyone else to tell me I have no right to defend myself and others against those who will become a problem.

If it'd make you feel better, consider it a mercy killing. I'm sure you've heard some of the others begging for death because of the insanity they could feel taking them over. Should that ever happen to me, I'd hope someone would just put a rifle to my spark chamber rather than be "nice" and try to "spare" me looking for impossible cure while I slowly lose my mind . . . fully aware of it the whole time. This fragger was already showing signs of that insanity. Trust me, I did him and everyone else a favor.