418/Tried So Hard

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Tried So Hard
Date of Scene: 29 October 2017
Location: Repair Bay
Synopsis: Swivel continues to try and help Hyperdrive through his grief.
Cast of Characters: Swivel, Hyperdrive


Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive hasn't said anything since Swivel left. Perhaps he should be happy that the upper eschelon haven't returned yet. He stares at the wall and half listens to the medic who has different words of advice about him adjusting to his repairs and all. He stands and heads for the door, optics now focused on the floor.

Swivel has posed:
     Just as Hyperdrive headed for the doors, they swoosh open. Of course, that is what they are supposed to do since they are automated. However, his floor gazing will catch sight of a pair of peds stepping just barely into view and then stopped abruptly. "Oh. 'Yperdroive? Discharged already?"

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive doesn't look up at Swivel's face. He just stands there and nods mutely. He rubs his shoulder with a hand and well pretty much seems lost.

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel tentatively glances beyond Hyperdrive into the repair bay. She'd come to discuss some concerns... but decides it's not urgent and can wait. Swivel steps up beside Hyperdrive and turns towards the exit, gently slinging an arm across his shoulders. "Want me ter walk ya ter yer room or somewhere?"

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive opens his mouth and shuts it. They walk out of the medical bay and he finds an alcove to sit down at where he's not out in the open. He doesn't speak for a bit but finally quietly says "N-need a new room...I-I can't go back. I can't....."

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel stands beside Hyperdrive where he sits, remaining silent. A few times she almost broke the silence prematurely, but decided to just wait for him to speak. And when he does, she frowns lightly and sits beside him. "I'm sure there's a process ter request a room transfer... I kin 'elp ya look inter that if ya'd loik... but.... it'd not be immediate."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive frowns at that and looks at Swivel finally. "I'll use the visitor rooms then. Or break inta one of the unused.." He shake his head, "Was all my fault..." He looks down, "I killed 'em..."

Swivel has posed:
    "I dun got a roommate. Y'kin stay in my room a few nights if ya loik." Swivel is quiet a moment. "I moight not be usin' it anyway." Swivel frowns uneasily. She glances over at Hyperdrive. Perhaps he'll be too engrossed in his own pain to get too curious and ask too many questions. Especially with blaming himself of killing. Swivel sighs again. "Not protectin' summin' 'ent th'same as killin'... else I'd prolly 'ave a 'igher kill count 'en most Decepticons."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive's dark optics focus sharply on Swivel, "Y-yer leavin too?" His tone is accusational and demoralized, "They were celebratin causa me....They wanted ta celebrate that all my successes. I shot at the cons, I kept goin after them but I wasn't enough I failed."

Swivel has posed:
    "Not leavin'. I jus' 'ead inter Nyon 'en I got some toim off... which I 'ave." Nyon is an odd vacation spot since there's nothing there. Nothing. It's just ruins. But Swivel doesn't seem keen on elaborating on that. Instead she reaches over and places a hand on Hyperdrive's shoulder, as he explains a little more about what happened. "'Yperdroive, her a cadet. Yer underarmed 'n under-trained. Tha's not yer fault. 'N guilt... guilt that drags ya down wun do you much good."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive frowns as it sounds like Swivel is going to be gone. He looks down again. "T-they're gone causa me. And I've not seen Prowl of them yet. They might want me gone anyhow."

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel brings a hand up to lightly touch the side of her helmet, looking pensive for a moemnt. After a pause, she puts her hands in her lap. "They're gone 'coz of the Decepticons that attacked. They were proud 'coz of you. These things 'ent connected." At least, this is what she's been able to piece together from the fragments Hyperdrive has shared. And after another pause she adds. "I kin stick 'round 'ere, though, if ya want me to."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive shakes his head and looks at the floor again, "NO, dont' wanna ruin yer trip. I need ta I need ta figure what I'm gonna be doin. Or findin out if I still have a place here. I...I shouldn't have gone with them or somethin."

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel shakes her head and leans back. "It's not a... trip. It's just more of a..." Swivel shrugs. "It's not important. Jus' a thing I do." After another pause she smiles a little bit, putting a hand on Hyperdrive's shoulder again. "I dun think yer gunna get kicked out fer this. If 'Ot Rod kin get wy with 'lf the trouble 'e gets into, you ott be foin." Swivel was about to make a crack about blowing up a whole city, but somehow even though Hot Rod wasn't there, it seemed too much of a cheap shot, especially since she has a minor clannish kinship towards the fellow Nyonian. Even if he destroyed her home - and so much more. "Wot reason would ya 'ad ter not go? Things jus' 'appen, 'n whoile we do our best ter try 'n control the danger we put ourselves in, bad stuff jus' still 'appens." There is a pause. "But so do good things."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive sighs, "I knew they were up ta somethin....but we'd always had so much fun. I didn't know they were celebratin me. Tapout loved ta skirt the edges. They took him away." His optics brighten, "I need ta see if I can save him....he might still be alive. I gotta...." He stands up quickly and after a moment wavers and sinks back down to the seat looking a little wooozy.

Swivel has posed:
    "Woah there! Steady!" Swivel says as Hyperdrive wobbles, putting her hands out to try and help lend him support as he sinks back down. "Ya wun be doin' anyone any good rushin' off until yer ready ter do so." Swivel pauses, giving a soft chuckle. "...But I guess I otter take somer my own advice." Swivel puts up a hand. "I'm supposed to be takin' it easy fer other reasons. But dun worry 'bout it. I kinna say anythin' with certainty, but it's true, yer friend moight still be aloive." Swivel is quiet for a moment. "I dunno why they'd take 'im. Did they.... did you 'ear 'em say anythin' about wot they wanted? Why they attacked?"

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive frowns and thinks for a few momments, "HE asked if I ws gonna join him in the arena. And then he ended up takin taps when he took out the seeker femme." He leans his head against the wall. "I feel so outta it..."

Swivel has posed:
    "Arena?" Swivel repeats. She glances straight ahead, not really looking at anything specific as she thinks for a moment or two. "Arena..." She mutters. "I remember 'earin' rumours that 'Elex 'as opened an Arena. Yeah... yeah... I think I remember 'en I was in Rodion some folk were talkin' bout tryna get inter 'Elex ter see the foights. 'Fraid yer friend mighta been recruited fer gladiator games." There is a pause and Swivel murmurs, "...glad I dinna 'ave ter foight in no games 'en I was nabbed..."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive frowns, "T-then he might be alive? B-but..that was days ago...days...and no one has gone ta rescue him. They were both laughin....everyone was happy. Everyone had been so happy...." He stares at the floor again. "ANd I tried radioin...and then I was shot and there was nothin. I couldn't even do that right. Taps called fer help Its his fault I'm still alive.Hammerstrike shoulda saved Taps not me."

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel turns to Hyperdrive, twisting somewhat awkwardly at the torso in order to put her hands on both of Hyperdrive's shoulders. "Now you look at me." Swivel fixes Hyperdrive with a stern look. "Tap Out's FAULT yer still aloive? 'Ammerstroik shoulda saved Taps, not you? Yer friends took ya there because you been doin' good work 'ere. Yer valuable, 'n not just 'coz y protected that train or stayed back ter make sure folk coo get out of a collapsin' cavern." Swivel narrows her optics. "But because all loif is valuable. 'N it 'urts to see a loif extinguished. More 'en it's a friend. But if you devalue yer loif, you are devaluin' yer friends fer carin' about you."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive is torn. On one hand Swivel makes perfect sense. On the other hand he just wants to crumple into a little ball and die still. He looks to the doorway, gauging if he can run off before Swivel tackles him and comes to realize he'll make it probably two steps before she probably ends up sitting on him. SO he just sits there.

Swivel has posed:
    As sullen silence is all Swivel gets, she releases her grip off of Hyperdrive. "I'm sorry... per'aps wot ya really need is summin' ter jus' listen... 'n keep their thoughts to 'emself whoil you figure this all out." Swivel looks down at the floor, putting her hands in her lap, feeling a little bit like a hypocrite.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive frowns and sits there. And if swivel doesn't do anything, they sit there for a bit before Hypedrive admits, "I..don't know what to do...."

Swivel has posed:
    "Well... c'mon. Let's get ya settled in my room." Swivel stands up, and then turns around offering her hand to help Hyperdrive to his feet. "Once you've 'ad some rest, we'll see about gettin' a room transfer request 'n gettin' yer report written. If Autobots are bein' captured 'n sent to foight in some arena, the uppers are gunna wanna know. And mebbe th'bots kin try 'n find out wot 'appened to yer friend." Swivel tilts her head, smiling. "But promise me ya wun run off 'alf cocked to try 'n rescue or avenge 'im all by yerself. I did somethin' similar once an' it... it ended badly."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive looks at her, being as honest as he can at this point. "I promise that I can't do anythin of the sort fer a couple days....probably longer. They pretty much just welded and apoxied me back together...nothin is set. Think they just got tired of lookin at me."

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel glances towards the repair bay, and then back at Hyperdrive. "Eeeeh.... I'm sure they seen worse. I prolly was a 'orror to see 'en I got 'ere affer... well nevermind that fer now. C'mon." Swivel keeps her hand out for him to take. "You recognizing yer in no shape fer dumb 'eroics is good 'nuff fer me roight now. It's more 'n I kin get outta Blurr."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive stares at the hand finalizing his decision before accepting it and allowing her to help him up. He really isn't in shape for heroics no matter what he would want to be doing.

Swivel has posed:
     Swivel smiles as her hand is accepted and assisting him to his feet. Once he is standing, she does not let go. Instead she slings her arm across his shoulders for continue support, attempting to make sure he doesn't fall over while they walk.
    "I know there's nuthin' I kin really say or do ta make the 'urtin stop. You'll need toim ter work through this. But... I'm 'ere." There is a grim resolve hiding in the background of this assurance. In just as serious of a tone, Swivel continues to speak. "I've been there. I failed ter save my friends. Wot's worse is I mighta been able ter do more for 'em, but I was scared, 'n I ran. I was still 'earin their screams as they burned echoin' b'ind me, but I kept runnin'. Then even though my best friend needed me more 'n anything, I fled th'planet." Swivel's voice breaks a little "I still dunno wot 'appened to Backdrop."

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel turns a corner, keeping a steady and slow pace so as not to wear out Hyperdrive unnecessarily as they head towards the Autobot Academy dorms. She also takes a moment to steady herself. Getting worked up with her own old pains isn't going to help Hyperdrive terribly.
    "I prolly shooda kept some o' that to myself..." Swivel murmurs. Swivel slows down as they arrive at her room. She unlocks her door and opens it, then steps aside, allowing Hyperdrive to enter. The interior looks surprisingly impersonal considering how much personality the little femme has. "I'll nix my plans to 'ead inter Nyon. But I do 'ave some things ter check on in Rodion 'n maybe Stanix. But I'll definitely 'elp ya work out a room transfer. 'Til then, feel free to crash 'ere. It moight violate some protocols but... eh... I guess even I kin bend the odd rule fer a good cause." Swivel adds a wink. Then she wonders if maybe it was too soon to attempt playfulness. "Anyway... there's somethin' I gotta do 'fore I kin rest. Case yer out 'fore I get back, my personal frequency is 87.3." Swivel hands Hyperdrive an access chip for her room, and turns and heads down the hall.