498/Hatred Fail

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Hatred Fail
Date of Scene: 03 March 2018
Location: Rodion
Synopsis: Hyperdrive encounters Blast Off in Rodion. The outcome is unexpected.
Cast of Characters: Blast Off, Swivel, Hyperdrive


Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive has returned to Rodion. He tried finding the old mech that he saw before, and he wasn't there. The energon supplements he snuck over were instead given to a few other poor wretches. Now that he's done his little peace mission, he finds himself a bit depressed again about things. So the young mech stands against a wall, watchin the world go by around him.

Blast Off has posed:
Hyperdrive might notice someone he *wasn't* looking for walking by not too long after. Blast Off is in Rodion, having just stopped by the Antique shop to check something out with Hookshot, and is now thinking that perhaps it's time to try a little visit to Maccadams. The shuttleformer walks quietly along the street at a distance from the Autobot but within visual range.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive looks up and sees....HIM. The mech completely freezes as he sees the shuttleformer. Optics narrow and his fist clenches. His gun is not out or he'd probably happily probably shoot the mech. But no. that would cause a scene. He glances down at his clenched hand and the orb it holds. Watching Blast off's steps, he waits and then skids the ball along the ground in an intercept path.

Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off may seem a little spacey sometimes, being a shuttle and all, but the Combaticon sniper is really anything but. Most of the time. Today is most of the time, as he catches sight of a ball rolling his way and side-steps it with a quick sideways hop. He's also fairly agile for a shuttlemech. Purple rocket feet clank down as he glances over to see where the ball came from- and freezes. "/You/."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive glares, "I'm surprised they let you off your leash.....or do they do so hoping you'll kill some more people. Who is next? Maybe some little femme? Perhaps you have ta go after those ya know can't fight back ta help yer enormous ego."

Blast Off has posed:
The Combaticon tenses, violet optics narrowing and armor raising, making him look a little bit like an angry owl. The plates bristle, then smooth down and he lifts his chin, adding to a haughty look as he stares down at the Autobot. Blast Off's gun hand drops down as if preparing to grab his weapon from subspace, though he doesn't- yet. "If I have an enormous ego, it is, at least, quite *deserved*. Unlike certain hooligan Autobots whose only accomplishment seems to be the size of their MOUTH." He takes a step forward, trigger finger twitching. "Were you looking for a demonstration? I guess I didn't quite finish the job properly last time, did I?" There IS a sudden glance around, perhaps for giant space dragons.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive isn't very tall. He moves looks up at the combaticon. "You killed a nice guy...he wasn't a big fighter, he was a supply runner. Ya ALMOST killed me. THAT I can fergive...I'm sure Swivel wants ta throttle me most of the time. But worse thing is...I lived....you cons have taken my friends. And now -I- get blamed fer it. At least YER buddies LIKE that people die around you don't they?!"

Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off puffs up, frame rigid and straight, as he glares down at this impetious Autobot who *dares* deride him like this. Armor rustles... and then pauses as Hyperdrive continues to speak. The shuttleformer's brows twitch once, then one shoulder rolls back as he shifts his weight back more to one side at the mention of Swivel. Black fingers rub against one another in an interrupted sort of indignation. He's silent for a moment, before he comments, "Perhaps they do. We're at war, fighting for our lives. Our freedom." His optics narrow further. "What are YOU fighting for, anyway?"

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive says, "When you attacked? I wasn't fighting. I was learnin. He was teachin me how ta maintain a post. Cause look at me. WHAT use is someone like me? And before this? I wasn't fightin then. I lived with my friends. You cons knocked down a buildin...not carin that anyone was in it. Me and my friends were gonna die. The Autobots rescued us. And then afterwards? Your buddies jumped me and my friends. Ya didn't give Barreler a chance. One shot and he was dead. And then they took Taps...I didn't ASK to be an autobot. But amazingly they haven't done anythin yet except rescue me now repeatedly. They also gave me my best friend...and I don't want her killed causa you. I...I keep hopin that it won't happen. But my own faction has issues causa them all dyin."

Blast Off has posed:
The Combaticon sniper looks simultaneously both more sullen and more uneasy as Hyperdrive continues speaking. He remains tense, fists balling at his sides now, gun hand still twitchy but still unused. But he armor plates smooth down, rather than bristle further. Blast Off glances around, watching for any backup that might arrive, before looking back at Hyperdrive. His body shifts slightly to the side, awkwardly, as if thinking of moving away. "...It... it's war, Autobot. You and your friends must have been interferring somehow." Blast Off's cultured voice is more quiet now. "Perhaps *you've* been treated kindly by the Autobots, but as for me and *my* friends? Not quite."

The sniper huffs softly, starting to fidget a little. His attention seems to focus in on Hyperdrive as he mentions... "Best friend?"

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive says, "My old best friends...they were celebratin me doin so well. My first mission. Guardin a train. I successfully maintained my post when cons attacked. And...And I like a fool gave the cons EVERY chance ta leave. EVERY chance ta escape. I remained defensive the ENTIRE time. I used my 'field ta protect the cargo. I...I like a fool kept believin that not every con deserved ta be killed. I gave them a chance and they escaped before the train was secured. And we were celebratin....well...they were usin me as a reason ta celebrate. They weren't really fighters. Which is why they never stood a chance. No weapons. Taps was already half drunk. Barreler was helpin uncrash Taps. I saw the look of surprise on Barreler's face before...before his torso was gone. And THEN I heard the weapon. We didn't have a chance. Ya wanna justify the good fight and all. DO it with Prowl, Prime, Sky lynx. Don't ya dare try justifyin it ta me. Cause I tried givin ya all chances. Yeah I shot yer gun. I let my best friend convince me ta do things her way. Shootin yer gun was...was my revenge for the deaths of my friends. My consolation prize. But no...ya had ta get yer own revenge in. Is that why ya killed him? Cause of me? Cause of what I did? How soon until you take her away too? Some of the bots don't want me around her. When do yas take her away?"

Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off doesn't like where this is going. The Combaticon looks increasingly uneasy, glancing off to the side every now and then, frame starting to lean away from the Autobot, purple rocket foot even starting to slide ever-so-slightly backwards like he's suddenly just wanting to escape this. That... that /can't/ all be right, but... then again, he works with 'bots who probably *would* do these things without a second thought. Well heck, HE did it without a second thought with this guy Hyperdrive was working with. "It's... complicated. I don't know the entire story, there's probably things you weren't aware of, going on those days!" Denial is often Blast Off's first go-to defense. "As for me, I'd hardly stoop to something as petty as revenge. It was simply *a job* I had to do."

By the time the conversation gets to *her* again, Blast Off is beginning to understand something else, something that stirs even more emotions inot the mix. His gun hand twitches, still empty. "...Swivel? Is *Swivel* your best friend?"

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive says, "There...there is ALWAYS gonna be things beyond what ANYONE can guess. It's our duty..to ourselves ta stay true ta our beliefs. And she's my best friend...my only real friend. And I'm afraid fer her. Its why I've trained so hard. Cause I wanted ta be there ta protect her. And now...now maybe the other bots were right. That I'm no good ta be around. But she was the one who made me want ta keep on goin after my friends were taken. When the bots did NOTHIN. She was there when SKy lynx dragged me back. And I was there fer her when yer buddies hurt her cause I hope that you weren't there fer that. I have to trust her cause half the time I don't think she believes in herself cause of all the conflictin emotions and issues she deals with. I sit there quietly...promisin myself that no matter what, I'm her friend. No matter what, I will trust her in whatever she does. And after all is said and done...that I hope I'll be there ta help pick up the pieces when things go bad. No one likes this war Decepticon. If they do...then there's somethin wrong...wrong in enjoyin endin the life of what should be a fellow cybertronian. I...I want to hate you. I want to hate you so much but all I can do is hate myself. Because I failed my teammate. I failed my friends. And I'm terrified I'm going to fail her. I can deal with Hot Rod goin after me for darin ta be her friend. But I can't deal with the possibility that bein around me is going ta cause her ta be killed."

Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off just stares now as Hyperdrive keeps ranting, expressing a roiling cauldron of grief and anguish. The sniper... doesn't know how to respond. It shows in his demeanor. The bristly haughtiness is gone and he looks more like he just wants to flee than anything else, glancing around, sliding his other foot back too. He seems about to speak, then halts, then tries again. "I...*wasn't* there when.... LOOK, I did NOT want that to happen, alright? I-" He gets more agitated, wing elevons flicking back several times, then forces himself to a stop. Looking down, Blast Off heaves a vent of air.

He returns to stare at Hyperdrive, gazing at the Autobot a long time without saying anything. Then he seems to deflate a little and glances away. "Maybe you should just hate me, it is probably easier that way." He's quiet a moment before tacking on in a mumble, "I doubt being around you will get her killed." Then he looks back, a sharpness glinting in his optics. "Unless you're being stupid. Just... don't be stupid, that's all."

Swivel has posed:
    A person of interest in this conversation suddenly showing up would certainly defy the laws of probability. It'd be too (in)convenient to just be a a coincidence. Well the fact of the matter is, this is no coincidence. Swivel had been actively searching for Hyperdrive, and it had taken her a while to gather the necessary clues to try searching Rodion. And that includes looking for him in the general area she saw him that other time, when he'd been so generous to the local panhandlers. And it brought her to where she heard not one, but two familiar voices. Voices which, when in concert, made her very uneasy. The femme quickened her pace but kept her step light, trying not to attract too much attention to herself. Nearing the corner of a building, Swivel just peers around it to see if she can tell if either Hyperdrive or Blast Off have harmed the other. For now she observes and doesn't intervene.

Hyperdrive has posed:
The proud, resilient Autobot that bravely faced off against Blast off looks like he'd gladly walk into a minefield. "I didn't think being around the others would get them killed but it did. All I see is I have no control over anythin....I ain't got the size or strength ta make the differences. The only thing I have is my stupidity it seems. And I got in trouble fer it too. Stupid enough to go through a portal ta drag her back when Phantom woulda left her and hot rod too." He laughs. but the sound is hollow, "The portal is closin...she goes through ta save Hot Rod. By herself. Prowl just...just watchin. I ran through. Radio'd an apology ta Prowl as I dove through a hole ta who knows. Dumbest thing I coulda done. But I brought her back..got phantom ta help me bring them back too." He shakes his head, staring at the ground, "I don't know what ta do anymore. Maybe it woulda been better if I'd been the one killed by ya. I...I can't stop bein me. I'd stand between anyone and her ta protect her. And most anyone would tell me that that was stupid. I can't say this ta anyone....cause no one would understand or...they'd just not care. Maybe next time yer aim should be better."

Blast Off has posed:
This is really NOT how Blast Off expected his evening to go. He stands there, staring, feeling a roil of emotions himself. One including a hint of jealousy, another a hint of... something else. Relief? Blast Off's head tilts slightly as he studies the smaller mech. The one he *ought* to have been shooting by now. Optics narrow again. "Prowl is... not a trustworthy individual. And Hot Rod? Sounds like a fool to me." His frame straightens and some of his more aloof demeanor returns, quiet and subdued. "Phantom certainly is..."

Now he looks as if he's appraising the young mech. "My aim was just fine. But if you want to protect your friend?" He pauses, then adds a quick, "-Not that *I* care, the less Autobots around the better!-" He makes sure to add a little dismissive hand toss.

Now back to business. "But you *really* want to not fail your friend? Then *don't*. Learn from your mistakes, don't act brashly, *look* before you leap. You want to protect this friend of yours from people like..." There's the slightest hesitation in his voice as he says, "Me? ...Stay alert, hone your skills and..." Now his gaze drops down. "...And yes, stand your ground, keep your friend safe when danger strikes. You either stand your ground and learn to fight for what you believe in, what you want to protect- or who- or you might as well give up now. Just tell me you want me to shoot you dead. Is that what you want? It to be over?"

Swivel has posed:
    Words becoming clearer, Swivel freezes when she hears exactly what Hyperdrive is saying. In a semi public yet mostly desserted place. To a Decepticon. Granted, a Decepticon she trusts - but Hyperdrive shouldn't know that. He might have guessed, though. Still, she's tried to be very guarded on the topic of certain Combaticon snipers. Speaking of, Swivel does NOT want to spook Blast Off. He's quite spookable. So instead she just tightbeams to Hyperdrive. <<Yeah.... probably dun wanna 'ear this, but I'm a couple buildin's down from you. And I've got REAL good 'earin'. Just thought you should know so you kin be more careful in wot ya say next.>>

     And... then Swivel hears everything Blast Off says. She takes in a sharp intake of air and cautiously peers around the corner of the building again.She grips her tiny fists for a moment before releasing them. But there's something... very unexpected and yes unsurprising about Blast Off counseling with Hyperdrive. And also something seems almost wrong about it. Yet a relief. This still could get out of hand. Should she...? No. Unless the weapons are aimed, she won't budge.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive startles instead of Blast off. He looks around for Swivel. "Slaggittahell....now that I've betrayed her trust." He looks at Blast off. "You ever have ta make a choice ta shoot us..ya shoot me." Now sure that he's sure he's nailed the coffin on his friendship, he turns to leave Blast off to the 'safety?' of Swivel.

Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off blinks at that, then watches as Hyperdrive suddenly just... vamooshes? The Combaticon simply stares in his wake, feeling oddly reassured all of a sudden. If Swivel has friends like that, willing to take bullets for her... That's actually something that makes him happier. ...Also a bit jealous. And FRAG, now he is going to feel bad about killing the young fool knowing he's so close to... to HER. The shuttleformer sighs heavily, then turns and starts to walk away.

Swivel has posed:
Swivel carefully watches as Hyperdrive breaks off the conversation (good lad) and turns towards her. She waits patiently for him to arrive, but can't stop herself from occasionally peeking back at Blast Off as he turns to look away. Although hiding he feelings has been something Swivel had been working on for some time now, Hyperdrive might detect a look of longing or sadness in her optics momentarily before she fixes him with a stern look. "Wot got into ya ter make you say all those... very eprsonal things to a Decepticon? One that almost killed ya, no less?" She asks in a hushed voice.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive cringes as runs into Swivel instead of away. His shoulders are hunched up as he freezes, optics FIRMLY focused on the ground. "I...I'm sorry I'm so sorry...." Wonder if that con is still offering to shoot him.

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel places her hands on his hips and quirks an optic ridge as Hyperdrive apologises over and over. However, she just sighs and instead pulls Hyperdrive in to an embrace, resting her chin on on the other minibot's shoulder. "I'm not mad. Just concerned." Swivel whispers. "But ya gotta be careful wot ya say. Okay?"

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive just stands there at first before he returns the hug. "I....wanted ta kill him ....but then I couldn't. And I...I just wouldn't shut up. I'm sorry." He goes to withdraw. "I'm so sure I'm gonna fail. Fail you, fail everyone."

Swivel has posed:
Good grief. Swivel frowns a little when Hyperdrive begins withdrawing, saying such things. "'Yperdroive." Swivel says his name in a calm tone, trying to keep her own roiling feelings at bay. "One day, sorry isn't gunna be enough. And no amount of self pity will protect you either." Wow. Harsh. And from Swivel of all people. However, Swivel steps forward to match his retreat. "But... luckily this is just a minor mistake. So... no need to overreact, alroight?" Swivel says with a gentler tone.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive nods to Swivel. "Maybe someday when this war is over....sorry again." He sighs. "I am not sure what ta do and didn't realize how bad it had gotten..."

Swivel has posed:
"'Ey now, it takes a bit to figure out when ta start limitin' wot ya say. I used to be a roight rambler with no self moderation... but learned th'ard way. And maybe th'ard way is the best teacher but I'd really rather try'n save ya from that. But just a note of caution - don't discuss Autobot operations - loik that portal mission - with Decepticons. I know Phantom was a 'con and was there but it's still bad form. Kay?" Swivel glances around as if to be sure Blast Off is gone. And then slowly an impish grin alights her face. "C'mon. Let's just put this out of our minds fer a bit. I know a /great/ place around 'ere to go dumpster divin."