497/Centrifical Forces

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Centrifical Forces
Date of Scene: 20 February 2018
Location: Repair Bay
Synopsis: Plenty of self pity to go around
Cast of Characters: Swivel, Hyperdrive


Swivel has posed:
    Swivel sat upright on one of the berths in the recovery division. Half of her face was covered by a mesh. The more threatening damage had been patched up, but it wasn't pretty. Reconstruction of the delicate systems responsible for the fluidity of expression in her face were still pending. As such, her sensory nodes were also having to be constantly dulled. But she otherwise was in no danger, and thus wasn't constantly being monitored and hovered over by the staff. Unless the pain came back. The extra armour on Swivel's forearms had already been removed of all shrapnel, dents hammered out, and given a good buffing. So at least some of her repairs are complete!

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive had come back from his little excursion ready to try and talk to Swivel about what happened but then he found out that she'd been hurt. Now feeling guilty and worried, the small mech has done his best to weasel his way into the medical bay to see Swivel and make sure she's okay. He'd already been turned away twice since she was undergoing procedures. This time he checks in and notices that no one seems to be hovering over his friend and so he works on stealthily sneaking in and over to her.

Swivel has posed:
    It might have almost been a successful sneak, but the shot Swivel took to the face didn't necessarily interfere with her superior hearing. But Swivel decides to just let Hyperdrive approach without giving any indication that she is aware of him. Instead she continues to just sort of... stare off into space.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive isn't worried about Swivel hearing him as much as Healthpoint or one of the other medics. A frown appears on his face as he sees that Swivel had been hurt pretty bad and again he wasn't here to protect her. He reaches out to touch her hand. "S-sorry I wasn't here...."

Swivel has posed:
    With eerie calmness, Swivel turns her head to look at Hyperdrive. Her hand does not withdraw from his touch, but she is otherwise holding herself somewhat rigid. "Ya kinna always be there. And it woulda been worse if not fer Blurr... so..." Swivel's tone is the sort that is usually punctuated with a shrug, but none comes. She turns her head to look straight forward again. "It's war. We do where we're assigned, so none of that not bein' there ta protect me stuff. Just so long as yer 'ere for me in other ways, that's wot matters."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive knows about the pain that comes with injuries like that....and having to stay really still to let the mesh integrate and all that good stuff. He sighs and releases Swivel's hand for a moment before dragging himself a spot to sit next to her. He then again takes a hold of her hand gives it a gentle squeeze. "I still shoulda been here. But I was too busy feelin sorry fer myself and went off. I saw ya in Rodion too.....but then ya left. I...I ended up feelin sorry fer myself and didn't come back. I'm sorry I wasn't here. I was just tryin ta get away cause I was tired of hearin what a jinx I was or how I shouldn't have come back either. But in the end I just ended up not bein where I needed ta be when I was needed."

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel's hand receives the squeeze, and gives a quick squeeze back, but then her grip relaxes. "Rodion... you seemed loik ya jus' wanted to be alone. Besoids... I was reminded of somethin' which pushed me to go check in on something," Swivel explains. "It 'ad been a long toim since I'd been in Deadend." Swivel's gaze drops for a moment. "I think we all indulge in a little self pity now and then."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive says, "I met an old flier...missin more parts than was there I think. He seemed ta enjoy my little performance. I tried offerin him some energon and he got a bit freaked. Was a little hard understandin him at times. But I felt bad that with all our kind is capable of...that we can't manage a little common decency fer those that don't have all the same chances. And I was reminded once again how lucky I seem ta be."

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel only slightly nods her head, as if inclinging her chin anymore would either be painful, or would simply jostles something important. However, other than this acknowledgement of listening, she doesn't say anything. Her own mind is combing over her own experiences that unveiled just how terrible her fellow Cybertronians could be to each other. To her. And her mind then darts to the botched guard shift that resulted in her taking a shot to the face. And the words said to her. Shudder. Shudder in silence.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive frowns as Swivel doesn't respond. He's not sure what exactly happened but he does remember someone being there for him when he wasn't ready to talk but still needing someone to be there. So instead he sighs softly and leans over slightly to rest his head on his forearm and capture Swivel's hand with his other hand too.

Swivel has posed:
    Hyperdrive's sigh, and his hand on hers, brings her back to the present. "Ah..." she makes a small noise, catching up with reality. She's safe here. "Sorry... musta been lost in my own thoughts." See? She's okay. Ignore the repairs. Swivel attempts to smile, but is only halfway succeesful. The most she gets is a lopsided smirk. FOllowed by a small wince. Okay. No more smiling just yet.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive raises his head to look at her and smiles. "And? No problems...just figured you were tired...or stressed...or still hurtin and well even if you didn't want ta talk I can just be there fer ya. You've done the same fer me enough times. That and I didn't mind not movin fer a little bit. I did get inta a scuffle or two while I was over there. Couple guys thought it better ta make me share THEIR way instead of MY way. Amazin what repeated fights with a large unyieldin opponent in the trainin simulator can teach ya. I got but a few dents and they have a little more respect fer a smaller mech."

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel listens to Hyperdrive talking about getting into scuffles in Rodion, and if pain hadn't wiped the smile away, his narrative would have. She is on the verge of another prolonged silence, but manages to call herself back before it drags on for too long. She turns her head carefully back to look a Hyperdrive. "Well, all the trainin' certainly didn't do much 'arm in the long run. In the short run, though... ah! But 'ow are you coming along in your classes?"

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive says, "I...I guess I'm doin okay. Most of what I have left is practicals....and..." He falls silent for a bit. "That's what Washer was workin on with me. ANd I'm not sure who else wants ta go do the practical trainin advancements with me right now. I keep goin over the written work and stuff. And practicin supply runs and all but unless someone actually wants ta test me, its just a matter of shadowin others until my testin and right now I'm not first choice on the shadowin schedule.""

Swivel has posed:
Right. Bad topic change. Swivel's hand grips into a small fist. "Not to invalidate anythin' yer feelin'.... but I am sure that is not the case. It's probably just a matter of shufflin' things around. We're spread thin." Swivel dips her chin just a little. "'Ave a little more faith that there are plenty of reasonable mechs that aren't gunna believe in things loiks jinxes 'n wotnot. No one 'as that luxury!" Swivel releases her hand, taking in some deep vents, lest she allow herself to get worked up. "I think you are readin' all the wrong things into this. Everythin' that goes wrong, you always let fall on yer 'ead. Now when I say this, I mean it kindly, and also that it was somethin' that took me a whoile to learn. Blamin' yerself for everythin', or supposin' YOU are the reason for such things is... well... it's conceited and it's self-centered. And the world doesn't revolve around you. Things move forward despite yer mistakes."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive says, "I know the mistakes that caused Barreler ta be killed and Tap-out ta be taken....but I can't figure out what mistake caused Washer ta be....ta be ERASED. I got questioned on where they could find his body fer a proper funeral detail..I gave them the location where they might find some char marks. I was doin everythin right with Washer. And I was doin everythin right with Springer. Do ya realize what coulda happened if fer some freak reason my forcefield hasn't pretty synched in with the energon and the train's electrical supplies. Thank the sparks that Springer wasn't killed when he went off the train. And then Blurr gets eaten by a monster....glad we got him back in one piece. And I know I don't count fer squat in the grand scheme of things. But it doesn't help when idiots like ta throw it in yer face that I almost NEVER have a quiet mission. Hate ta see what would happen if it was ever found out what I did fer a diversion with Blurr on that one mission. Pretty sure there was a sizable repair and cleaning bill associated. I'm sorry. I'm just tired of it gettin flung in my face. And it wouldn't be as big of a deal but some of the idiots aren't dumb enough ta travel alone so I can have a...private discussion with them on the issue. I've already fixed two of 'em who wouldn't shut up. But I don't like fightin and I don't wanna get caught makin things right."

Swivel has posed:
Swivel lifts her hand, and then holds it out, palm towards Hyperdrive. "'Ey, 'ey now. Doin' everythin' roight... sometoims things still don't work out. Doin things roight reduces the risk, but it dun make it go away. Wot 'appened with Washer woulda 'appened whether you were there or some other cadet. And if it was anyone else, they'd both 'ave been dusted." Swivel struggles to speak calmly. She still hasn't heard a pepp out of Blast Off since she got those reports. And while she tried to assure Hyperdrive it wasn't his fault, in the same moment she is telling him that it likely had nothing to do with him, she secretly wonders if there was somehow, something she did wrong. Something that brought this on. But.... it doesn't seem likely. She just needs to take her own advice. Not agonize over it and accept it for what it was.
    "As fer... FIXIN' folk... that sorter be'aviour moight be appropriate in the slums, but it isn't 'ere. We're more civ-" Swivel stops herself mid sentence. No. Those aren't her own opinions. Swivel brings up her knees. "Wotever works for you I guess. But sometoims it dun 'urt to just let those folk meet the natural consequences. Loif kin deal out some pretty 'arsh lessons..." Swivel gives Hyperdrive a sidelong glance.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive says, "Its not like I can do much damage. But I needed them ta see that I was willin ta stand up fer myself. Its not as if I could do much damage ta them myself. But then again...they picked a bad time ta pick on me when I wasn't feelin so much as sorry fer myself as upset at life in general. I'm just glad yer still here."

Swivel has posed:
    "Yeah..." Swivel mutters before falling into another introspective silence. However, this time it is cut short by a medic approaching. "Swivel, we're ready to finish the rest of your repairs. It's best that you aren't awake for it..." The medic glances at Hyperdrive for a moment. "We'll need you to leave."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive frowns and stands reaching to give her one more hand squeeze. "I'll be out in the waiting room or nearby if you need me."