410/Smarter Minds and Compassionate Sparks

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Smarter Minds and Compassionate Sparks
Date of Scene: 21 October 2017
Location: Autobot Academy
Synopsis: Swivel and Hyperdrive share some ideals.
Cast of Characters: Swivel, Hyperdrive


Swivel has posed:
    It had been a long day. When Swivel had been released from the repair bay, she had then taken the time to visit her professors and make sure to catch up on anything she missed, like the dedicated little cadet she is. Training sessions, though, she'd just have to make up for when she was cleared for it. Which she wasn't quite yet. And now, Swivel was walking with a hurried, shuffling gait towards the dormitories.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive has been trying to check on Swivel and found her gone from the medical bay. So the little hovercar who could races around campus trying to find her. He finally comes across her after dodgeing a weaving around other Autobots on campus There's a delighted cry, "SWIVEL!" THe small fast moving hover vehicle comes right alongside her and he transforms. Unfortunately he misjudges his momentum and ends up laying flat on his back. "ow."

Swivel has posed:
    When Swivel's name is yelled the femme jumps and begins to quicken her pace. But only a few steps forward it seems she has a delayed recognition and stops. Swivel turns and glances over ay Hyperdrive, wincing a little at his blunder. With a half smile and a sigh, Swivel leans down and offers a hand to help up Hyperdrive. "Fer once I'm not th'one on my back."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive grins as he's helped up. "Sorry I was lookin fer ya and kept missin ya. How are ya feelin, are ya doing better? Do ya need any help? My friends Scoop and Barreler are busy trainin with some of the heavy hittin and so I got left out."

Swivel has posed:
    "Ah, well, I've jus' been tryna make sure I dun fall be'ind," Swivel says conversationally as she begins to walk again, leaving it up to Hyperdrive to keep up with her. "An' I'm feelin' okay, I guess. I mean, I'm outter repair bay, 'n I?" Swivel gives Hyperdrive a side glace. "So... uh.... I... I was kinna loopy. Did Prowl come inter th' repair bay, or did I dream that?"

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive looks at Swivel with feigned confusion, "Ya mean you don't remember him giving us the dates of our courtmarshalls before passing out" He only holds that a moment before grinning. "Of cource that might not be as scary as him commending both of us for doing well. Gah I was waiting fer the roof ta collapse or somethin. SO yeah he came in and said we were both doing great"

Swivel has posed:
    When Hyperdrive mentions a courtmarshal Swivel stops and just stares at Hyperdrive. It's not a frightened or nervous look, but more incredulity. Once he grins she just shakes her head and smiles. "Now tha's not very noice, playin' on a fellow's memory lapses." Although the words SOUND like a reproach, the amusement in her tone suggests more friendly rebuff. His little joke didn't even break her stride as she turns around a corner into the dorm hallways. "Yeah... wot was all THAT about, roight? I feel loik everyone's starin' at me now."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive says, "At least in my case I'm not looking like a complete loser anymore. Though there's no reason I should have made it out as well as I did other than I bluffed them well enough. Oh and if yer ever needing me to pick up yer assignments if you are laid up again, I'd be glad ta pick em up fer ya. Its not like I've got anythin better ta do. Most around here consider me somethin of a pest I think."

Swivel has posed:
"Tha's a noice offer, 'Yperdroive," Swivel says with a smile. It's nice to have someone offering to help without strings attached. Assuming none are. Swivel gives Hyperdrive another side glance. Yeah. None probably are. "As fer bein' a pest, each to their own. /I/ dun foind ya ter be a pest." After all she was already unconscious when he tried to shock her.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive grins, "I'm just glad that I'm startin ta be able to put some of this training into use. And so far no one has been too seriously hurt. I know it'll happen someday but rather not it be me."

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel sighs at the mention of people getting hurt. "...." She stops walking. "Yanno... someone recently got badly 'urt because o'me. I wunner if I shoo, I dunno, get 'em somethin'. Whaddya think?"

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive thinks for a moment, "Ya could if you feel responsible. At least it would tell the other person that you saw that they did somethin fer you and got hurt. Though I don't see you doin anything on purpose ta hurt someone." He grins at Swivel. "And if I ever bother you too much tell me. I really don't want anyone disliking me. Except fer maybe that one bully."

Swivel has posed:
    "Jus' that one bully? Wot 'bout all the others, I'm sure there're several 'ere.," Swivel teases. She keeps walking. "So... wot sorter thing d'ya think I otter get? Bottle of engex or somethin'? I dun 'ave a lotter spare shanix, so not wine or nuttin'. I used ter know summin' oo'd know jus' the sorter thing to do or buy... but, uh, we've, er, grown distant." Yeah. Distant. "Mmm sorry, prolly not that interestin' a topic - buyin' gifts fer someone NOT you."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive chuckles, "Oh I don't mind. I'm still learnin alot about life in general. Every moment is a chance ta learn if ya only take a moment to see it. If ya can't get something expensive, maybe it would be worth it ta travel a little to get something harder fer the person ta get themselves?" He grins. "unfortunately I don't know very many people around here so I'm not good at figuring WHAT ta get someone."

Swivel has posed:
    "Well, I figure once fok stop learnin' 'bout loif is 'en they're dead. Or very very arrogant." Swivel smiles as she turns down the hallway her particular dorm is in. "Eh.... mebbe jus' write 'im a loin of gratitude'd be better 'en riskin' money on somethin' 'e wun loik. 'E was kinner a jerk t'me at first anyway. Til things got, yanno... 'eated. But he put 'is loif b'fore moin. Or mebbe thanks woo jus' embarrass a tough loik 'im." Swivel slows her pace as she approaches her dorm room.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive nods. "I'm sure whatever ya come up with will be perfect. After all isn't it the thought that counts? As it stands I need ta work on my history lessons. Some of the stuff they're havin us read makes me want to smack our previous kindred fer being so stubborn or thoughtless toward their fellow mechs. Ahh well. But that's why we learn this right? To keep it from being repeated?"

Swivel has posed:
Swivel stops in front of her door and looks around. She then tentatively checks the door, as if she suspects tampering or someone else having entered. after this completely unnecessary investigation, she looks both ways down the hall again. "I'm prattlin' on. You already said ya get no clue." Swivel puts a hand out to open the door, then pauses. "Yeah, we've gotter 'istory of folk bein' unkind. But we 'ent unique in th'universe fer 'avin darker pasts. I spent some time off Cybertron 'n met some aliens. They all got chapters they're ashamed of. But... yeah... point is ter learn it so's we kin be better people." Swivel pauses, and then repeats herself, suddenly trying to annunciate better. "The point is to learn it so that we can be better people."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive says, "I want ta be able ta help people...thats why I joined, the Autobots went out of their way ta save me and my friends when they could have just ignored us. And if I can learn ta be even better than I'll gladly do it."

Swivel has posed:
     Swivel turns and leans against the wall beside her door instead of going in. HOwever, she keeps checking the hallway with an almost obssessive preoccupation. Her voice also lowers in volume. "Yeh, that's a good reason ter join 'n all," Swivel responds. "Autobots are good folk. I just..." Swivel shrugs and her voice simmers down to a mere whisper. "Before I left Cybertron... Decepticons were my saviors 'n officials 'n enforcers were th'ones I was scared of. I get back and it's all twisted around. I'm still adjustin'." Which begs the question - if she wasn't adjusted, why is she an Autobot?

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive says, "It seems like there are decent Decepticons as well as idiot Autobots. There's this war that's dividin everyone down a line and fer some reason no one seems to be noticin that we're all Cybertronians. I keep hopin that smarter minds will someday prevail and this war will just be one of those footnotes in the history books."

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel grins and nods her head enthusiastically. But she still keeps glancing down the hallways. "Exactly! We're all Cybertronian. There's no need fer unnecessary cruelty, yanno? There's no need ter be spoitful or 'ate them all." Swivel's optics brighten and her optic ridges rest low above them. Something in the lopsided spread of her grin gives her an almost cunning look that belies her dollish features. "Smarter moinds, 'n more compassionate sparks is our only 'ope fer survival, not folk intent on killin' everythin' ter maintain a false sense of order. We need people, loik you 'n me, 'igher up in the ranks - pushin' against th'loiks of folk loik Prowl." Like Blurr. But she won't add that. "If we win this war, we need people 'oo kin advocate for the survivin' Decepticons' roights."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive grins at the grand ideas. A smirk appears. "We could always do away the great black and white minded Prowl by dumpin a barrel of gray paint on him...Then he'd be forced ta see things different. At least until he got repainted."

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel laughs, but there is an unnease hidden underneath. "That'd make 'im look different, but not see 'em different. We'd need ter tweak the contrast o' 'is visual input. Or jus' paint everyone else grey. But even then..." Swivel shrugs a little. It's dangerous to conspire against the second in command, but it's done with such levity that it can't REALLY be taken seriously, right? "Do yer friends share the same ideals?"

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive says, "Scoop was mostly mad that our old hangout got trashed. Barreler had lost other friends and this was kinda the last straw but both of them are older than me. THey didn't really care about the fightin all that much since it was kinda a, at least its not me. But after we all nearly got crushed, Barreler is...well he's kinda bitter and bein a bit morbid. Scoop is angry and wantin ta get back at the cons. I...I'm just the new guy that they befriended and since they did so much ta help me, I followed them here. But there's been so much going on. And my apparent skillset doesn't fit with theirs as easily."

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel listens to Hyperdrive talk about his friends, nodding slowly as she absorbs the information, seeming quite capable of following along with Hyperdrive's long-winded and winding run-on sentences. Truth is, she's been guilty of it in the past herself. "I see," she remakrs when she's fairly sure he's done talking. "ah, well, bein' a li'l morbid after dealin' with death isn't unusual. I'd not worry unless 'e starts showin' cruelty t'others or starts 'armin' 'imself." Swivel smirks a little. "I kin get a l'il morbid myself sometoims - in my jokes." Swivel turns to her door again. "S'long as they treat you well is wot matters, though, roight?" Swivel pauses, then opens the door. "I'd better get back to my studies - an' you should too."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive grins at Swivel and nods. "That and I need ta make a new detonator fer my prank on barreler. He figured I wasn't gonna try getting him again after that accident with Overhaul. I just needed ta get some more supplies.

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel laughs, but then shakes her head AND wags her finger in mock disapproval. "Now tha's jus' gunnna get you in trouble - an' if yer in trouble all th'toim 'ow am I gunna be able ter rely on you?" Swivel's finger then goes to her lips in a hushing motion to cut off any response and then she quickly walks into her room and closes the door.