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re_alignment2012-10-06 09:35 am
docbot) wrote in re_alignment2012-10-06 09:35 am
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[Have a vaguely uncomfortable looking Ratchet.]
I had a long-winded speech drafted, but then I realized that no one wants to listen to me ramble on and I'm not a mech of many words anyway. [Shrug]
First of all: I know that after the incident with the pages, some of you are feeling unsafe around me, and for good reason. Given my training, events like that absolutely cannot be allowed to re-occur. [He shuffles awkwardly, still feeling guilty about that.] Since there is no way of guaranteeing that I won't be similarly affected by some other event in the future, I've installed an incapacitator and given the triggers to two other individuals here on Cybertron. So if something happens in the future, they'll be able to ...take me out. I hope that provides some measure of comfort.
[Now that the awkward part's over, he seems to relax a bit, even smiling as he moves to his next point.]
Second: my superior officer isn't around to accept my letter of resignation, so an open post on the network will have to do. Given continued peace between members of the Autobot and Decepticon factions here, and the number of other skilled professionals on the planet, I am resigning from my position as a medic.
[He pauses for a second, then, having nothing more to say, shrugs and shuts off the feed.]
Text: Locked to Noisy Boy
I promised to go stargazing with you at some point. Are you still interested?
I had a long-winded speech drafted, but then I realized that no one wants to listen to me ramble on and I'm not a mech of many words anyway. [Shrug]
First of all: I know that after the incident with the pages, some of you are feeling unsafe around me, and for good reason. Given my training, events like that absolutely cannot be allowed to re-occur. [He shuffles awkwardly, still feeling guilty about that.] Since there is no way of guaranteeing that I won't be similarly affected by some other event in the future, I've installed an incapacitator and given the triggers to two other individuals here on Cybertron. So if something happens in the future, they'll be able to ...take me out. I hope that provides some measure of comfort.
[Now that the awkward part's over, he seems to relax a bit, even smiling as he moves to his next point.]
Second: my superior officer isn't around to accept my letter of resignation, so an open post on the network will have to do. Given continued peace between members of the Autobot and Decepticon factions here, and the number of other skilled professionals on the planet, I am resigning from my position as a medic.
[He pauses for a second, then, having nothing more to say, shrugs and shuts off the feed.]
Text: Locked to Noisy Boy
I promised to go stargazing with you at some point. Are you still interested?
[video]
See? Doesn't that feel better?
[HAHA no. it probably feels worse. Welcome to Whirl's world.]
[Say that ten times fast.]
Why the frag you asking me? I'll tell you something, doc. I'm fraggin' sick of you polly purehearts getting all twisted around the axles because their self image ain't as spotless as they thought. Cry me a fraggin' river. You did something bad. OH NO. Join the fraggin' club.