| The Reason | |
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| Date of Scene: | 01 May 2018 |
| Location: | Hyperdrive's Hideout |
| Synopsis: | Swivel visits Hyperdrive while he's recovering and their conversation is less than comforting. |
| Cast of Characters: | Swivel, Hyperdrive |
- Swivel has posed:
Swivel had just been in repair bay, getting a new headlight installed. It was a quick procedure, but one she'd waited on for quite a few cycles as the medical facilities were overtaxed, understaffed, and low on supplies. Luckily, they had finally got a replacement. While there one of the medics had mentioned that 'her little friend' had been in there recently with a new batch of wounds, but was determined not critical enough to occupy any of the berths. Having learned that, Swivel took it upon herself to swing by the Autobot Academy and check in on Hyperdrive. First and foremost to see that he was alright. Secondly, to make sure he WAS, in fact, in his room and not running off, ignoring the doctor's orders to rest. Thus she stands outside Hyperdrive's room, pressing the buzzer.
- Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive isn't feeling all that hot. At least not has hot as he was for that bit when he went into that wall of flames. Perhaps he should have raised his field quicker but it would have made it harder to hide from the cons. Not that he remembers much after he fell into the dark would below. His next time awake was him trying to get free of the medics until he realized where he was. Overall his condition could have been alot worse. Unfortunately there were a lot more who were much more severely injuried. So sending a few of the stronger cadets, they installed him back in his room. He's got patches where he was shot by the cons and there's a glazed spray coating covering the worst of his burns which leaves much of the smaller mech miscolored. But he's alive and he's in the safety of his own room.
- Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive brightens an optics with a slight glare. He goes to sit up and winces as everything still hurts despite him not being on death's door. He finally makes a rather pitiful whine. "Come in and shoot me or whatever......I can't answer the door." He sighs and just tries to relax and hopes that they heard him.
- Swivel has posed:
Someone else might not have heard Hyperdrive plaintively invite them in. Luckily, Swivel's got very good hearing. And it proves that Hyperdrive is where he belongs. But it also sounds as though he's in a lot of pain. Frowning, Swivel enters. "Oy." Swivel greets, but keeps her voice low. Swivel surveys the damage on Hyperdrive, her frown deepening.
- Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive smiles when he sees Swivel and sighs, "Its not that bad. Most of it is burns and I gotta few scorch marks from Blast off and Brawl....well two from Brawl. I did score two on him too though. Brawl that is." He makes a face and looks at his arm, "Gonna need a repaint or somethin after this but was able ta use the firestorm ta escape. Or at least that would have been the plan if I'da been thinkin a bit more."
- Swivel has posed:
As per usual, questions are hardly necessary. Before Swivel can even begin to ask what had happened, she gets a full answer. Swivel arches an optic ridge. "Up against two Combaticons? Lucky you." Swivel says with a small smirk, trying to coolly push aside a minor rise in anxiety at the mention of Blast Off. Swivel's optics narrow just a little. "Wot matters if you did manage to come back."
- Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive nods and makes a face. "I was buyin time fer Springer and blurr ta get out. I didn't find out who found me." He looks around his room ans smiles, "And I'm safely home. HOw are you doin?"
- Swivel has posed:
"I'm sure when the report comes in we'll know 'oo went back fer ya. And thanks probably will be in order." Swivel smiles lightly. "Though it's not often anyone needs ta buy toim fer Blurr." Swivel gestures to her finally fixed headlight. "As fer me, I'm doin' just foin."
- Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive looks relieved and leans back again, "Now can ya hide me from the medics? I was only allowed ta go since I wasn't gonna be in conflict, just move boxes onto the cargo transports....apparently any sort of heroics is highly frowned apon if you are missing an appendage."
- Swivel has posed:
Swivel crosses her arms over her chest and fixes Hyperdrive with a stern expression. Stern, but there is a smile hiding there somewhere. "You know 'ow I feel about avoidin' medics. Their jobs are 'ard enough as is without their patients tryna make it 'arder." Swivel taps her foot a few times, before shrugging and unfolding her arms. "Roight now, we're short 'anded. I am sure the medics understand there's danger at every turn. And if they don't... so wot? A few 'arsh words aren't the end of the world. Wot's 'appening out there very well moight be, though."
- Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive nods. "I'm glad it wasn't healthpoint I was dealin with. Not sure why...but when she's upset I feel like pulling out my own spark and handing it to her to crush instead of watching her. On a good note, my new foot is almost completely done. Though I'm not supposed ta bounce around on it fer a bit ta let my body adjust ta it."
- Swivel has posed:
"I get wot ya mean about 'Ealthpoint. Disappointing 'er is very uncomfortable." Swivel curls in her lips, thinking back on the one or two times Swivel had given her brief. She's not eager to repeat that. She then looks back at Hyperdrive. "Good. It will be good ta be on yer own two feet again." There is another pause. "I'll be very relieved when ya really kin stand on yer own two feet..."
- Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive glances down at the....STUMP!? "Oh now that's just rude....they took the prosthetic! How am I supposed ta...." He sighs and thumps back on the berth, "I'm guessin that's the point. I'm NOT supposed ta do anythin. I can't believe they did that!
- Swivel has posed:
"I'm sure they wouldn't 'ave done that 'ad you not a reputation for failing to listen to medical advice. I neither blame nor condone leavin' you lame." Swivel shakes her head, smirking a little. But the smirk slowly fades as she looks at how badly burned Hyperdrive is, and eyeing the patches over the wounds Brawl caused. "You don't... resent the fact I encouraged you to protect the Decepticons when we were in that cave, do you?"
- Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive looks at Swivel confused. "ya didn't get it at the time....I woulda protected everyone anyway. At the time it was especially fer the truce. That's not withstandin yer friendship with Blast off...who I half think wasn't really tryin ta hurt me. But it was my own stupidity that got me really hit." He points to the graze across his side. "But if I allowed anyone ta die when I coulda protected them in a situation like that....what makes me any better than any of the cons? The moment I stop carin' about everyone else I won't be Hyperdrive anymore."
- Swivel has posed:
At the mention of her friendship with Blast Off Swivel's face scrunches up a little and she brings her hand up, obscuring part of her face for a moment as she glances down. She just nodes, hand still hooding her optics. "Yeah... I'm glad ya realize that about yerself." Swivel pauses again, slowly lowering her hand. "I'm not gunna insult you by denying there's a bond between Blast Off and I, but it's far too complicated and painful to call 'friendship'. And you need not consider my feelings about 'im when you are on the battlefield." Swivel narrows her optics. "If there are other Combaticons around, don't think 'e will risk 'is standing with them to protect you. So you do wot you need to survoive, even if it means targeting Blast Off."
- Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive says, "I don't want to fight anyone...well Brawl is just a jerk. And Blast Off did try warnin me off before he shot at me. THink that's about as close as I'm gonna get ta a hi, how the hell are ya now get the hell outta here." He points to the wounds. "Pretty sure if Blast off is gonna hit me, which he has before, it wouldn't be this light of a hit. My bad luck was gettin hit by Brawl right after." He shakes his head. "Anyone ever figure out what happened ta the cease fire?""
- Swivel has posed:
Hyperdrive is not going to get any arguments from Swivel about Brawl being a jerk. She doesn't have the highest opinion of the brute. Though perhaps not as low of an opinion as she ought. Swivel shakes her head. "Look... just... don't go repeatin' to anyone else that Blast Off went 'easy' on you, okay?" Swivel sighs, crossing her arms over her chest. She's still uneasy about the fact he'd saved her in Dead End AFTER the ceasefire was dissolved. She doesn't like lying. But she's been forced to omit certain things from her reports. And speaking of ceasefires....
"From wot I 'eard, Phantom sabotaged the control room causin' the crucible to go whacky. While tryna escape the inferno, Prowl ordered the Autobots servin' with 'im to execute 'im. That didn't go so well with the Decepticons that 'ad arrived on the scene, and it all got worse from there. I 'eard 'Ot Rod and Sky Lynx both troid ta salvage the peace, but..." Swivel shrugs. "If I were Prowl, rather than shoot a defenseless mech, I'd 'ave demanded the Decepticons punish 'im for wot 'e 'ad done instead. Not that I wish 'arm to come to Phantom, I loiked 'im well enough, but 'e put us all in danger."
- Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive nods, "No one is gonna hear anythin from me. Unfortunately I don't remember much of what happened after Brawl shot at me.....just glad someone came and saved me." He blinks an optic in Swivel's direction. "The hard thing fer me is how the cease fire let me see how SOME of the cons were cybertronians again. I wanted ta ferget that after Quake. It was makin things easier."
- Swivel has posed:
"It shouldn't be easy fer us to kill one another. I know for some it is, but it shouldn't be." Swivel shakes her head sorrowfully. "It's predicted that... maybe there won't be anymore 'ot spots. And with all the death that 'appened already from this disaster? We... we could be facin' extinction!"
- Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive sighs and looks at the wall, "And yet we're gonna keep fightin....what an existance. Of course who would want to bring anyone knew into this world with fightin and death like this. As much as I want to be cheerful and all. It gets harder. But I try ta keep goin fer you. "
- Swivel has posed:
Swivel frowns and steps back, seeming to already regret saying something so depressing. Yet at the same time, a bit relieved to put one of her concerns into words. Swivel shakes her head, putting her hands out. "I'm struggling to remain optimistic as well. I tried so 'ard." Swivel takes another step back. "Part of me wants to escape. Quit. Leave. But that would only save myself... and I am pretty sure I'd regret it. Especially if when struck with 'omesickness again I return to find there's nothing left."
- Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive watches Swivel backing away from him. And the other pain shows itself. His optics dim a touch and he clenches his fists. "I remember the last time the world felt like it was ending. Another bright spark kept her light shinin in order ta let me see that it wasn't all darkness. I know she was hurtin too. Now its just sittin alone in the dark and its my fault I frightened the light away."
- Swivel has posed:
Swivel lifts his head, fixing Hyperdrive with a steady stare, jarred from her own thoughts. For a moment Swivel is very still, very quiet, but her optics are very focused. "You aren't the one frightening the loight away."
- Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive says, "No...maybe not. But I kept it in my head that if you were there. Then there was always still hope. It's easy ta take just another step despite the walls fallin in on ya and yer forcefield wantin ta collapse if you have a reason ta. If you have someone ta protect or somethin ta prove. And it doesn't matter how many missions I go on, how much I throw myself into my duties. Nothin is like when ya smile. Or when ya looked at me even when things went rough."
- Swivel has posed:
Swivel listens quietly. She glances around, and then hugs herself, but still stands at a distance. "I'm glad... I've been able to draw you through things. I'm glad I was able to carry you through, and bring back yer smoil, yer laugh." Swivel glances down. "If protecting me is wot keeps you going... I can't..." Swivel sighs. "Do wot you must to keep going. Believe wot you gotta believe. But roight now, I can't 'ave that 'anging over my 'ead. I can't be yer only reason. A reason, but not THE reason." Swivel shakes her head. "I'm sorry." She promptly turns around and rushes to open the door.
- Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive isn't able to rush after her. More than likely he wouldn't if he could. And he isn't able to explain how much he hates himself. How he misses sitting next to his friend and laughing. Or even even just sitting next to his friend hating the injustice of it all. He knows it was his own actions that again drive her away. He hugs his arms around himself and allows both of the physical and mental pain to cover Swivel's escape.