re_alignment | First Session

[The link flickers to life, and on the screen, a small Autobot looks to be waving to some Primian Acolytes, thanking them over his shoulder. He looks down at the communication device. Here was something a little more familiar to the bot.]

This is Rung, calling for anyone who is part of the Lost Light here. I've been informed that I'm on Cybertron, but... I don't quite recall going back to Cybertron.

[He purses his lips worriedly but he vents a small sigh, to calm himself down.]

If anyone else gets this message, and knows of any of the crew members of the Lost Light... Perhaps you could lead me in the direction of where they could be. These... Acolytes were very helpful in helping me calm down. But I should really be going. If anyone could find someone by the name of Whirl, or Fortress Maximus.

[He trails off, a finger tapping on his chin as he thinks. Soon he shakes his head and smiles back at the link.]

Any information would be most grateful. Thank you for anyone who is listening.

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[Rung could feel his frame shaking a little, antennae vibrating in place, optics bright and narrowed up at the taller mech. After everything everyone had been through that day. After what Chromedome went through, after Rewind--

His hands grip into loose fists at his sides, his own gaze lowering.]

Why didn't you tell us?

If people were aware that he was on board, do you think anyone would have joined the crew?

[God, that sounded horrible. He sounded horrible, and he was half afraid Rung would see right through him.]

[His hands grip into tighter fists.]

But you still could have told us, since you snuck him onboard before we even took off! You could have told us after the fact! That way, we could have been better prepared. And Rewind--

[He purses his lips tightly, trying to recollect himself, vents letting out a hard sigh.]

Rewind would still be with us.

[on one hand, the bluff was still in place. That was good. On the other hand, Drift felt like absolute rubbish, and his posture was almost certainly reflecting it.

Still doing a rather good job of avoiding eye contact, Drift heaves a sigh of his own.]

I know that. If I could trade my life for his or anyone else, I'd do it in an instant. What happened was... it was inexcusable. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

Did you think you could handle it yourself? All by yourself?

[He stares up at the taller mech, his brow furrowed in confusion with a small edge of anger mixed in.]

Fortress Max was on that ship. All the things that Overlord did to him... Granted Mad had some time to recoupe before seeing him face to face, but--

[He stops himself. Here he was, thinking about the what ifs. It was far too late for that. Rung's shoulders slump.]

...Where did you go?

Well clearly I wasn't able to do that, now was I.

[He really hadn't meant to snark off, especially considering the position he was in, but he really couldn't give a straight answer, either. He was feeling backed into a corner.

By a mech that was like half his size.]

I... you mean after I was banished? I wasn't heading anywhere in particular, I just... ended up here somehow.

No one was able to.

[Rung's gaze lowers, his hand rubbing the back of his helm. He had thought maybe he had landed somewhere. But apparently not. Rung felt a rush of air pass through his vents in another heavy sigh.

The therapist runs his hand down his own neck. This was all kinds of awkward to be honest. But Rung couldn't be mad at him. Honestly, he couldn't stay mad at anyone. But when it dealt with death, and that entire situation...]

How long have you been here?

Not long. A week? Maybe two.

[thankful for the subject change, Drift straightened up a bit. he didn't look any less miserable, but hey.]

People have been telling me that I've been here before, though. I don't remember it, but who am I to argue in a situation like this?

[Rung nods as he looks back up at him, his eyebrows furrowed togetger.]

I have been told the same. [He says as he lifts up his Link. And again, his gaze falls as he places his Link into a secret compartment of his before rubbing his own arms.]

And I don't remember either. [He would have written it down! He would remember! He wouldn't just forget people, or their names... The therapist's antennae lowers.]

I wish I did.

[oh good, something they have in common.]

I wish I did, too. It's not like I can help it but... I'm getting tired of disappointing people.

[He hadn't really meant to say the last bit, but it was true.]

I don't know what else to do besides get to know them again.

[His shoulders slump again with a small huff.]

That's all we can do.

[Rung lifts his head to meet Drift's gaze once more.]

And just. Keep moving forward.

It sounds simple when you say it.

[Drift doesn't avert his eyes this time, but he does vent a sigh and give a little shrug. Ugh Rung.]

Have you decided where you're going to stay yet?

[Rung shakes his head softly as he looks around at their surroundings.]

I have yet to think about that.

Where are you staying?

I've been staying at Vector Prime's temple, but I've not decided if I want to remain there. There's a place called the Hub that I'm told offers people a place to stay. So far I've only seen the bar there, though.

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