Patience, explain, Orion, Prime, flour, sticky.
Tool, Orion, Matrix, normal, Jack.
Debatable, unnegotiable, Orion, laziness, storms.
thank yoooou! i’m just a fan of the character doing my best and sometimes I feel like I’m out in left field but thank yooouuuu! that’s so nice of you to say!
If you ever feel like popping in my inbox for shits and giggles or anything you always can! I swear I don’t bite <3
::Frag’s sake- :: was the muffled reply before the comm line cut off abruptly. A second later - ::Yes, My Lord::
Nightfall snarled, taking a short, angry drag on her cygar and throwing down her cards. “I’m out. Megatron wants something.” She was down 14 shanix anyway. The 3 other eradicons sitting at the table exchanged sympathetic glances. “Glad I’m not an officer!” one of the quipped, and the other chuckled.
"Yeah laugh it up you slaggin’ cheater, you never will be anyway.” Nightfall smirked as she stalked out of the re-purposed cargo hold storage room.
It didn’t take long to get to the med-bay. The halls were quiet, as usual, and she hurried, because she was curious as to what Megatron wanted. Nothing good, for sure.
Good news? It wasn’t his fault Megatron held lofty, unrealistic expectations, the good news was Starscream was alive! Knockout fumed silently to himself before the two arrived, glowering. Starscream’s parts were taken apart further and spread out over every available workspace, including the extra berths. It naturally looked messy, but he probably had a system around it.
"This," He held up two halves of the chestnut-shaped biomechanical organ. "Is junk. There are a few options for replacement, as this is not something that can be rebuilt- most options suffer side effects that could further impede his recovery.”
It was really only then Knockout acknowledged Nightfall, just a touch of pity in his field. If this didn’t work, she’d probably be the one losing out.
"His original T-Cog may still exist in MECH’s abomination held up somewhere in human servos, but another seeker’s would do. T-Cogs from other frame types will carry their original platform imprint, most notably if I used Breakdown’s… but I’d consider it a last resort only.”
Starscream’s fractured form lay spread across the room, plating peeled back from the dim chamber of his spark. Wires, frayed cabling and fractured pistons, a ruptured tank and hosing leading from the ventilation system sat exposed. The absence of the T-Cog left a gaping hole in his side that was, above all else, difficult to ignore.
Megatron did not demand miracles. As a practicing realist, he expected his crew and officers to give their all and perform as they were able—perhaps he expected too much.
“Unless Nightfall volunteers the use of her T-Cog, I do not see any other alternative,” he agreed, forcing his gaze to Knock Out. The jagged ends of Starscream’s wings remained in his peripheral, blackened, sad reminders of his Second’s unfortunate fate.
But if Knock Out needed a T-Cog, then there was more than a chance that everything was going to turn out for the better. Megatron allowed a flicker of hope to fluctuate throughout his field and cautiously pushed toward Knock Out, wanting confirmation.
“I do not like the idea of our technology in the hands of these primitive organics—they have already proven themselves irresponsible and unworthy. It will be a pleasure to relieve them of Cybertronian biomechanics.”
in short, fuck tumblr’s attitudes about “grades don’t matter” and “i’m offended because someone is breathing” and “it’s cool to be apathetic and hate everything” because the world doesn’t fucking cater to you guys, you pretentious assholes who expect everything in life to be sugar coated to y’all and you’re gonna have to grow up sometime