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re_alignment2014-01-29 09:26 pm
neverputincharge) wrote in re_alignment2014-01-29 09:26 pm
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[It's only been five days since he passed out, but for Bulkhead it's felt like much much longer. Months, probably close to a year if not more, had passed back home. So much happened. Too much happened. Especially the loss of Optimus. It turned a defeat of Unicron into a bittersweet victory.
It was a cruel irony after reviving Cybertron, and life being restored to the Well. But at least the rest of the team had each other. Would help each other through this, like with everything else that had happened.
He gives a groan as his systems power up again, after being down for a days. His eyes lighting up as he sits up, rubbing at his helm for a moment. Before he looks around, hand dropping as he blinks for a moment. Wondering where he is, before it clicks in his mind again. He glances at his shoulder, feeling that comforting weight of the familiar glyph again.
Oh, right.]
Home sweet home.
[He mutters, as he swings his legs over the side of the berth he was on. Other than a little banged upconsidering he was real recently in a ship crash he's otherwise in good shape physically.
Right, time to locate people, and find out who's still here. He pushes up and stretches, before heading out of the room.
Later, he send out a short audio message.]
Uh, hey. Guess I'm back. Uh...I miss anything? ...how long was I out?
[Feel free to encounter him in the temple, the room, or contact over the comms.]
It was a cruel irony after reviving Cybertron, and life being restored to the Well. But at least the rest of the team had each other. Would help each other through this, like with everything else that had happened.
He gives a groan as his systems power up again, after being down for a days. His eyes lighting up as he sits up, rubbing at his helm for a moment. Before he looks around, hand dropping as he blinks for a moment. Wondering where he is, before it clicks in his mind again. He glances at his shoulder, feeling that comforting weight of the familiar glyph again.
Oh, right.]
Home sweet home.
[He mutters, as he swings his legs over the side of the berth he was on. Other than a little banged up
Right, time to locate people, and find out who's still here. He pushes up and stretches, before heading out of the room.
Later, he send out a short audio message.]
Uh, hey. Guess I'm back. Uh...I miss anything? ...how long was I out?
[Feel free to encounter him in the temple, the room, or contact over the comms.]
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Thank Primus, you're in one piece.
[Ratchet vents a sigh in relief as he looks him over carefully, also leading him deeper inside the medbay.]
If I may ask... What's the last thing that happened, back at home?
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Heh, I've been through worse.
[But he pauses as Ratchet looks him over, before he follows him further into the bay. He slows some at the question, though.]
We were...back home, on Cybertron. We'd...taken out Unicron, again.