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re_alignment2013-11-16 03:30 am
wheeljackofalltrades) wrote in re_alignment2013-11-16 03:30 am
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[Video]
[It's a relatively short broadcast. Wheeljack seems to be making a lot of those recently.
Well, when he's not acting crazy.]
If ya need me, I'm gonna be at the Hub for...
ever.
[And it looks like he's already started. There's a small tower of cubes lined up.]
Well, when he's not acting crazy.]
If ya need me, I'm gonna be at the Hub for...
ever.
[And it looks like he's already started. There's a small tower of cubes lined up.]
[Action]
I was first in line to get here, apparently. Been here since the FirstForged decided to pull this little stunt. Yannow, helpin' em build this place from the ground up.
1.5 human years ago.
[He takes a sip, eyes cast down.]
Guys come and go. People ya relied on. And you're still here.
[Action]
[Another swig of high grade.]
Been here almost that long, I think. Coming up on... [Give him an astro-second, yes he can still math.] 1.25 human years. Almost. Another week or so, I think.
And yeah, that's tough. S'kind of nice to be someplace where you can rely on people, though. While they are here.
...s'way better'n home...
[Yep, guess who's not really drank in long enough that he has a pretty low tolerance these days. Someone who's more prone to talk about stuff he wouldn't normally dare.]
[Action]
[There's a swirl of his cube, idly watching it swish from one side of the glass to another.]
It was easier back home. Ya knew the turf, ya knew...who to fight.
What to do.
Here it ain't like that.
[Action]
[He empties the cube in his hand and sets it down to reach for another. How many's he had now? ...not enough.]
Difference of realities, maybe. [snorts] Or just difference of faction.
S'easy to know what t'do an' who t'fight when that's decided for you. Get pointed like a fraggin' gun. "Go kill 'em." But they haven't done anythin'. "Kill 'em anyway." An' you fraggin' better do it. R'else...
'Least here we get t'choose what to do. [glances up at Wheeljack, realizing the Autobot probably always has] Well . . . some'f us more than others, compared t'home.
[Action]
[His hand goes to his chest, where Starscream had once scraped an energon prod across. Granted it'd been buffed out, probably by a medic. But he could still feel that running across.]
Guess that'd be why ya like this place more...
[His gaze starts to wander, slouching more and more on the table.]
[Action]
[He grimaces, wings flicking at the word "torture." He knows a few things about that . . . from both sides.]
Most do, 'mong other things. M'not like most. F'I'd known the slag I was gettin' myself into… [buzzsnort…because, no, he probably still would have, unless he could have convinced Starscream and Skywarp otherwise as well. He follows his trine. Always.]
We were gonna change the world. We were the strong ones, the ones had the courage t'stand up an' do somethin' about . . . about ever'thin'. [He empties another cube, the bottom /clacking/ solidly on the table as his hand drops once more.] Nothin' in the fine print about fraggin' decimatin' it . . .
[Action]
Yeah? What'd ya think the Decepticons did, bud? Don't really sound like the type to give hugs.
[He chuckles, darkly, at the thought though.]
'm not really good at bein' an Autobot, but...never thought I'd ever go to that side.
...So ya were sold somethin' faulty.