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re_alignment2012-10-08 12:48 am
4_toteachus) wrote in re_alignment2012-10-08 12:48 am
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[Action/Accidental Video] [Broadcasting from: Junkpile]
[The feed flickers on, and the junkpile comes into view. Well this is nice and all but- oh wait, there's a cannon right over there! It's an old looking thing (Earth-wise), definitely beneath the notice of more technologically advanced lifeforms. A tiny figure flickers into the shot, and he examines the many levers attached to it.
Four remembers this! There's a bunch just like it back home. It's more out of curiosity than anything that he decides to see if he can operate it on his own, without his family around. At this point he's been poking and experimenting with it for the past hour, trying to do all the tasks needed to fire one shot. First he has to finish loading the ammunition.
The shell is a couple inches bigger than he is and five times as long. You'd think a stitchpunk would have problems with that... and you'd be right. Four realizes how much harder it is to load a lethal projectile into a cannon without his brother around. After finally managing to push the shell into place, Four turns his attention to the lever on the side. This one spins and controls where the cannon is pointing, so he fiddles around with that until the cannon is pointed at the top of a nearby junk heap.
This lever in front of the target is the one that fires it. Four's face scrunches up in concentration as he takes a running start before throwing his full weight at it, successfully pushing the lever down.
BOOM
The pile he was pointing at explodes, and Four momentarily disappears as debris rains down on him. He appears a moment later and examines the damage with interest. What an explosion! The Stitchpunk looks mildly pleased with himself, his experiment is a success!
Now everyone can rest easy knowing that a seven-inch-tall living doll can operate dangerous weapons.]
Four remembers this! There's a bunch just like it back home. It's more out of curiosity than anything that he decides to see if he can operate it on his own, without his family around. At this point he's been poking and experimenting with it for the past hour, trying to do all the tasks needed to fire one shot. First he has to finish loading the ammunition.
The shell is a couple inches bigger than he is and five times as long. You'd think a stitchpunk would have problems with that... and you'd be right. Four realizes how much harder it is to load a lethal projectile into a cannon without his brother around. After finally managing to push the shell into place, Four turns his attention to the lever on the side. This one spins and controls where the cannon is pointing, so he fiddles around with that until the cannon is pointed at the top of a nearby junk heap.
This lever in front of the target is the one that fires it. Four's face scrunches up in concentration as he takes a running start before throwing his full weight at it, successfully pushing the lever down.
BOOM
The pile he was pointing at explodes, and Four momentarily disappears as debris rains down on him. He appears a moment later and examines the damage with interest. What an explosion! The Stitchpunk looks mildly pleased with himself, his experiment is a success!
Now everyone can rest easy knowing that a seven-inch-tall living doll can operate dangerous weapons.]
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The Scientist wouldn't want that, would he?
But on the other hand it's not like they haven't used weapons to defend themselves before. Not just cannons, but blades and lethal traps. His family is small, but none of them are innocent. The offer hovers over him and he fiddles nervously with a piece of string.
Should he accept the offer to politely decline it?]
You would be willing to teach me?
Why?
[Perhaps a question or two to stall until he decides.]
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[Thundercracker is silent for a long moment, a frown on his faceplates as his optics slide away to one side.]
[That’s a good question. Inherent in it – at least in his mind – is “why does he care?” He shouldn’t, he knows that . . . but . . . ]
Because I’ve seen too many innocents taken advantage of or killed because they could not – or would not – defend themselves. [He’s not going to mention the part where he’s been direct party to it more times than not.] If someone is going to attack you, for whatever reason, it will not matter to them that you don’t want to fight them. It only means that you will fall to them, and all the more easily. If you can defend yourself – and are willing to – you at least give yourself a chance you would not otherwise have.
And it’s not just yourself. It might be another that you’re defending. What if you wanted to help someone else but couldn’t? Not because you’re too small, but because you just don’t know how.
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The idea of defending someone else though... can someone like him really do that? Sure, Four has imagined himself as a hero, who hasn't? But the reality is that he's seven inches tall in a land of giants.
Hmm.]
You make a good point...
I will try it. 7 knows how to fight, I suppose I can too.
How are you going to teach me to defend myself?
[Video/locked] Action or log? =3
I have a few ideas. You’re here in Alpha Trion’s temple, right? Meet me here.
[He’ll send coordinates/directions to a relatively empty storeroom where they’ll not likely be interrupted. ]
Or I can go get you and we can go together. [Since it occurs to him almost belatedly that that might be easier – certainly faster – for the tiny stitchpunk.]
Perhaps log?
But I think it'd be better if you came to get me! It'll take me a couple of hours to reach Alpha Trion's temple on my own.
Okie! You mind starting that or you want me too? I'm good either way
All right. I'm on my way. Leave your journal on so I can home in on the signal to find you faster.