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heavyweaponsbot) wrote2011-12-11 01:59 am
heavyweaponsbot) wrote2011-12-11 01:59 am
14th Transmission -- Action
[Ironhide was out attacking the tree when the snow started. He should have stopped, and trundled on inside. Instead, he stayed put, pounding on the tree and generally hating on the world around him.]
[... There had been much talk of that Christmas holiday, lately. And of course, what should stand out in his mind, but the Elegante. All the more reason to stay out here and pummel a hapless tree until the cold succeeded in making every last joint in his body ache.]
[His fists actually creak when he un-clenches his fingers. That's not a good sign.]
[He heads in, finally, stomping down the pathways with a more pronounced limp than usual. Yeah, it was a bad idea staying out so long. The cold, the lack of maintenance and abuse finally seem to be taking their toll on his frame.]
[A fact which becomes all the more apparent when his bad leg loses its footing completely on the rapidly icing path. There's a surprised sort of grunt out of him before all four and a half tons of giant alien robot goes crashing to the ground with a CLANG of metal.]
[The old 'bot is nothing if not durable, but even his body has to give under the impact of his own weight. When he pushes himself back up again, his leg doesn't respond. The already damaged joint is ... okay, Ironhide has no idea what's wrong with it.]
[But it hurts.]
[And now he's moodily contemplating the walk back to the barracks and wondering if he can just transform.]
[... There had been much talk of that Christmas holiday, lately. And of course, what should stand out in his mind, but the Elegante. All the more reason to stay out here and pummel a hapless tree until the cold succeeded in making every last joint in his body ache.]
[His fists actually creak when he un-clenches his fingers. That's not a good sign.]
[He heads in, finally, stomping down the pathways with a more pronounced limp than usual. Yeah, it was a bad idea staying out so long. The cold, the lack of maintenance and abuse finally seem to be taking their toll on his frame.]
[A fact which becomes all the more apparent when his bad leg loses its footing completely on the rapidly icing path. There's a surprised sort of grunt out of him before all four and a half tons of giant alien robot goes crashing to the ground with a CLANG of metal.]
[The old 'bot is nothing if not durable, but even his body has to give under the impact of his own weight. When he pushes himself back up again, his leg doesn't respond. The already damaged joint is ... okay, Ironhide has no idea what's wrong with it.]
[But it hurts.]
[And now he's moodily contemplating the walk back to the barracks and wondering if he can just transform.]
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Not sure. Would like to say "no". Want to say I would lock him down... but... hmnf. Depended on what he did.
[It's honest, at least. Maybe brutally so, but it's honest, nonetheless.]
[He let his temper get the best of him before. There's no reason not to think it won't happen again.]
Hmnf. All right. Suit yourself.
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[Jetfire frowns, and the honesty is appreciated. Better that than lies.]
I'm more concerned that if the system does work, what I'm going to end up dealing with when he loses his memories.
[Because, yes, he's not going foist that problem onto anyone else.]
I'm sure you could handle the rest of the way by yourself, but there's no reason to.
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[There's a pause. He glances at Jetfire.]
He... what are you talking about?
And why would you even bother trying to put his processor back together again?
[To the rest, he just grunts, reluctantly accepting the continued support. At least until they get there.]
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[Of course Ironhide would be the type to prefer to, if not solve, at least attack a problem with violence.]
Which part? That he saved an Autobot? He brought Bumblebee out of the pit we were in while I went off to confront Sunstorm. Or that he was... worse, earlier in the war?
[Jetfire's voice is soft, and there's a frown on his faceplates, more thoughtful than anything else.]
I have no idea what happened, but he was--- Well, even with how little I've seen since he thawed me, he's closer to how he was in the Academy than in the early war.
[A shake of his helm as he tosses a glance down the corridor.]
And I care because we neither want nor need a Starscream stuck in the past. I much prefer what he's become compared to what he turned into during the war.
[Not that what he's become is that much more stellar, but it's a giant improvement... and easier to deal with since it's more familiar. Then they're finally - though a lot more faster than two humans would be, obviously - at Ironhide's room.]
Ironhide... [There's a brief few astroseconds of hesitation.] While you might prefer no further assistance with this... from me or otherwise, consider it would you? If your self-repair can't fix the injury adequately and something happens...
[There's no need to finish the sentence, Ironhide is hardly stupid.]
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[To the explanation, he just sort of listens. He doesn't know what to say. Starscream shouldn't be any different. He shouldn't change.]
[He's irredeemable. No matter the universe.]
[He grunts.]
[Jetfire probably knows this Starscream best. Even if Ironhide can't bring himself to agree, even in the slightest.]
... I will consider it.
[No more than that. He just can't.]
[Ratchet is his medic.]
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[There's a slight huff as he leans against the door he's just pushed up.]
But I also know Starscream, and his plans tend to have holes in them. Or he reacts impulsively, changing things without having the whole situation... Which, admittedly, can sometimes be useful, and other times will just complicate things.
[Jetfire, on the other hand, had always hoped for that sort of change. He'd changed once, maybe he would again? And here were proof of the beginnings of such a change.]
That's all I'll ask. It's your decision.
[Jetfire nods and steps away from the door. Still, he looks over Ironhide once again, frowning slightly. But he says nothing.]
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[Okay, Ironhide, you're just arguing for the sake of arguing right now.]
... That is something all Starscreams have in common, seems like.
[He can't believe a Decepticon would change. Obviously, he didn't get the chance to hear the story behind the Jetfire in his own world, or he might think a little differently.]
Yeah. Sure.
[A pause, while he starts to drag himself into his room.]
... thanks.
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Well, yes, but getting to that point would be a tad more complicated than just demanding he come out and present himself for a beating, yes?
[Jetfire has a hard time not rubbing his faceplates at that. How is that a plan at all?!]
Mmm, they would have to, I think, share something to even remotely share the same template across differing realities, I think.
[His smile is more thoughtful than amused at the thought that it would be that trait the various Starscreams might share. Then he looks up again as Ironhide passes him into the room.]
No problem at all, Ironhide. You know where to find me if you need to.
[Jetfire briefly lays a hand on the nearest bit of plating before he withdraws and leaves to go back to his own room, letting Ironhide have his space, even if what he needs is a medic. Or at least someone attempting to repair him.]