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The Sufferer ([personal profile] sufferist) wrote in [community profile] capitalh2014-06-18 06:34 pm

ROCK'EM SOCK'EM ROBOTS [BIG OPEN FIGHT LOG]

Who: Signless, Robots, and YOU
Where: City Hall, and all over downtown LA.
When: April 14th
What: Signless bates the Cybetronians into having a big fight in downtown LA while attempting to get a valuable artifact. Earth civilians and superheroes are SUPER WELCOME to notice the fuss and try to stop the fighting/safe people from collateral damage.
Warnings: SUDDENLY ROBOT ULTRAVIOLENCE

Signless leaves himself, and the hammer, visible at first. He wants them to see him, to know that the battle is imminent - and with any luck, a conflict will start. He'll do his best to disappear and keep them hunting for him as as long as possible after he's initially been spotted. Maximum collateral damage is his goal.

It also helps that he's an empath. He'll be taking whatever opportunities he can to agitate people's emotions, whether it be anger, panic, or fear, in the attempt to make ever more chaos.

This is a party style log, meaning you can make you own threads and scenarios. Signless will be around with the hammer. LET'S MAKE THIS AS BIG OF A CLUSTERFUCK AS POSSIBLE, GUYS.
thanksoptimus: (ew)

AFTER THE FIGHT

[personal profile] thanksoptimus 2014-07-06 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
Orion could not have been more eager to get out of the city, not that he is pleased with the circumstances. Arcee is in considerably bad condition, and in their rush to escape, traffic has gone from an annoyance to a full blown hazard. For the first time he's worried about what Earth's native population might do to them - worried that they might blame Arcee for this somehow, and try to take her from him.

He drives far more aggressively than he ever has before while ferrying her out, his horn blaring a good few times. They'd lost this one, in more ways than one.

He can relax ever so slightly once they reach the desert, but not much. He doesn't see any of the human law enforcement following them anymore, but he's even more assured of how useless in battle he is than he was before, and he's not yet sure what has become of the other Autobots. There was so much chaos that he lost track of nearly everyone.

They're the first ones to get back to the Rod Pod, and he leaves of trail of dust in the air as he skids to a stop in front of it. One of his arms is still no good for carrying much weight, but he manages to pull one of those transformations where the passenger ends up supported in his arm. He rushes her inside of the pod without a word.
deadpartners: (like here comes the sun)

[personal profile] deadpartners 2014-07-06 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
Arcee knows that as the leader of the Autobots, not just on this front but in the whole war, she can't afford to show any fatalism in front of the rest of the troops. It's her job to keep trudging on when things start to look hopeless, to keep her chin up even if she's just going through the motions, but right now...

Right now, it's hard not to feel like they've lost.

Her optics are dim as Orion hurries her into the Rod Pod, flickering faintly, lying limply in her grasp. The fight with Megatron had ended disastrously, leaving her battered and dented and spilling energon -- but what had she expected? She hadn't ever been a match for Megatron, couldn't have hoped to be. Only Optimus could have managed to come out the better in a fight like that. But then, maybe that's the problem.

Megatron has the Matrix, she knows -- and now he has the Forge, too. And she's not the only one injured, either. She knows they can't afford to give up now, but Arcee doesn't know how they're going to come back from this. They don't have a medic -- they barely have a team -- she doesn't know how she's supposed to lead anyone in this condition. She clenches her jaw as Orion's grasp on her shifts, closing a hand weakly over Orion's broad arm. "Orion," she manages, her vocalizer weak and flanging.
thanksoptimus: (goddamnit ratchet)

[personal profile] thanksoptimus 2014-07-06 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
He can't hide how worried and frightened he is now, and he doesn't really try. He isn't focused enough to think to. It's not until he's reached the berth set up within the pod that he manages to get himself talking. He lays her down on it as carefully as he can, gently urging her hand to let his arm go, his vocalizer stalling in his throat.

"Arcee," he says, voice tense. "I've brought you back to the camp. I...I remember how to use the energon tranfuser, I will get it for you now."

He can't quite turn away for a moment or two after he says this, however.
deadpartners: (after all of this is gone)

[personal profile] deadpartners 2014-07-06 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
She can't imagine what he's feeling right now. It's hard to -- not the least because so much of her processing power is taken up by her injuries right now, a hundred little electric lines of pain and internal damage readouts -- she feels faint, lightheaded. She watches him go but her head thunks right back onto the berth as soon as he's turned away, optics dimming.

Arcee doesn't argue; she knows she needs energon. Dimly, in the back of her mind, she notes the strange reversal, remembers that it wasn't too long ago that it was Orion who lay injured and bleeding energon in the pod. She'd felt defeated then, too, but not anything like this. It seems strange, somehow, that Orion is the one to treat her like this, of all of them. She hears the tension in his voice, knows he's struggling with this but he's shaken, too. She doesn't know what to make of that yet. She closes a hand over her midsection, feels the energon still leaking there. "Welder," she says, after a few false starts. Her voice is lined with static, tight with the effort it's taking just to keep it together. "Get the welder, too -- it needs to be closed up, or a transfusion's not gonna do any good."

Ratchet. They need Ratchet or somebody, a real medic, not just an officer with basic battlefield first aid training. They need a medibay. Orion's still crippled from his old injuries, and Arcee's not feeling too healthy right about now, either.
thanksoptimus: (distressed eyebrows)

[personal profile] thanksoptimus 2014-07-06 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
He immediately feels foolish for not having considered that himself, and just nods dully in response before realizing that she probably can't see that. He starts rooting through the equipment shelves, managing to knock over a bunch of things that aren't what he's looking for along the way.

"Yes - I will..."

He's used a welder before, he thinks - but never something this serious. Minor patch work, maybe. What a nightmare. He feels like he is the least equipped bot in the world to be doing this, but here he is.

Calm, part of him insists. This amount of inner self deprecation isn't going to help anything. He knows he's not stupid, but he still finds his frame shaking from that fight. Between Breakdown almost killing him, and what Megatron did...

Someday, years from now, maybe he could grow to be prepared for this. But he's not that person, and this is a powerful reminder of that.

He manages to bring the transfuser and welder over, deciding to try to work with the welder first, as per her suggestion.

"I am sorry," he says. "I...do not have much experience with this."
deadpartners: (like here comes the sun)

[personal profile] deadpartners 2014-07-06 07:05 am (UTC)(link)
"That's okay," Arcee manages through gritted teeth, tense under the welder, but her optics stay online and open, watching him. It hurts, sure, but more than that, she's tired. The energon loss probably isn't helping, but it's more than that. "Better than nothing."

She watches him shake, though, feels her spark clench -- something stirs low in her fuel tanks, uneasy and rueful, and she closes a hand around the edge of the table he's laid her on, venting out slowly. He shouldn't be the one apologizing.

"I'm sorry, Orion. I just -- " She makes an aborted gesture with her other hand before it falls back to her abdomen, both hand and voice heavy with the weight of guilt. "I let them get away."
thanksoptimus: (sad eyebrows)

[personal profile] thanksoptimus 2014-07-06 07:13 am (UTC)(link)
He's almost surprised to hear her say that now, having almost forgotten what the entire point of them being there was. It just seems so...meaningless. All of that for an artifact that none of them could use. Or would use, if he had any say about it.

He shakes his head, venting slowly as he manages to lure himself into quivering less. He makes sure his good arm has a solid grasp on the welder before slowly and carefully starting to work.

"We shouldn't worry about that now," he says. "That was not a duty resting on your shoulders alone."
deadpartners: (i can feel it in my bones)

[personal profile] deadpartners 2014-07-07 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Maybe not, but it's my duty to lead. To make sure we don't fail -- " Arcee cuts herself off abruptly as the heat of the welder cuts through the static of the pain, a strange sensation -- it doesn't exactly hurt, but it's not pleasant, either. Her hand tightens on the edge of the table, her entire frame going tense under Orion's touch, even as weary as she is.
thanksoptimus: (am i worthy tho)

[personal profile] thanksoptimus 2014-07-07 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
"No amount of strength or cunning can ensure that against all odds," he says softly, resting his weaker hand against her plating in an attempt to be comforting. It's funny how, when not speaking on his own behalf, he sounds more like Optimus than any other time.
deadpartners: (to take a picture)

[personal profile] deadpartners 2014-07-07 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
Arcee wants to argue the point, insist that this could have gone better, she could have done better -- but he catches her off guard, how very like Optimus he sounds just now, and the words die in her vocalizer. Awkward as he is even now, it is a comforting gesture, and Arcee seems to relax against the table, her hand going over his. He's right -- even in the midst of all her frustration, she knows he's right. It's just the sort of thing Optimus would have said.

"Maybe not," she says again in acknowledgment, her face softening, even though she still grimaces at the welder. That's just the trouble, though, isn't it? It's the sort of thing Optimus would say. That's what the other Autobots need to be hearing. Arcee's no longer so sure she even possesses any of that wisdom to dispense. She cycles air through her vents, sighing slowly. "But it's all we have when the odds are stacked against us. Now that Megatron has the Matrix and the Forge..." She slumps a little, her frame going slack. "I just...have to find a way to pull through."
thanksoptimus: (:(...)

[personal profile] thanksoptimus 2014-07-07 07:44 am (UTC)(link)
Orion can no longer reasonably doubt that Megatron has the Matrix and that all of this has been a lie. Not with the way Megatron laughed at him, like he was nothing. He knows that the Forge can only be used by a Prime, so one can only assume that they are planning to do something with it and the Matrix in tandem.

But he also knows that he is the only potential Prime around and he finds himself afraid that this was somehow what Megatron wanted from him all along. That maybe they'll come for him next.

He tries not to think about it. Instead he focuses on Arcee's voice and the lines of broken metal as he welds them back together.

"You are not alone, Arcee. In thought or in deed. I have often felt inadequate here as well... But you have everything that I am, just as I know you give everything you are. You were...You are so very brave in the face of all this and I do not think I would have made it this far without your guidance."
deadpartners: (after all of this is gone)

[personal profile] deadpartners 2014-07-07 02:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Orion is so honest, so sincere that it moves her and she falters for a response, feeling the weight of his words settle heavily in her spark. She doesn't know what to make of the fact that Orion has such trust, such faith in her when all he's seen her do is fail, just barely scrape by at best. He doesn't know her like Optimus did, doesn't have seven thousand years of context and camaraderie and reasons to believe. Optimus had put his faith in her when he'd left her in command and somehow, even after the loss of the Matrix, Orion had kept it. At a loss, she stares back at him for a long moment before she drops her gaze with an almost dispirited huff of air through her vents, pulling her hand away from Orion's arm to rub at her face. She can feel the unevenness of her face plating under her fingers where it'd gotten scuffed and scraped in the fight.

"Sorry," she says, if only for the drawn-out silence, the lack of response other than a stunned stare. "It's just -- " She huffs out another vent of air, but this time it almost sounds like a faint, rueful laugh. "I'm the one who wouldn't be here without -- without Optimus's guidance. He's...gotten me through some tough times." There's a pang as she remembers Jetset, the tumultuous period of grief that had followed. Optimus had been there for that, too.
thanksoptimus: (am i worthy tho)

[personal profile] thanksoptimus 2014-07-07 04:50 pm (UTC)(link)
He smiles a little, with tone similar to her laugh. Even with things so tire, it's hard for it not to be a little funny. To learn from someone that he himself would go on to teach.

"I think there is something to be learned from most bots," he says, slowly and contemplatively at first, but picking up momentum. "If Optimus really was like me...I am certain that he learned something from you as well." His smile fades completely then, becoming more nostalgic and pained. "You can learn, I think, even if...the bot isn't everything you thought they would be. Even if they are not perfect." He carefully sets his vocalizer before continuing. "I would not be who I am now if I had never met Megatronus. I do not think I would have...come so far, if I had not been exposed to that first spark of the fire he caries within him. Even with all he has done."

He pauses there, and then shakes his head.

"I am sorry to wax poetic over such things."
deadpartners: (who'd you rather be?)

[personal profile] deadpartners 2014-07-07 05:14 pm (UTC)(link)
The little glimmer of a smile on Orion's face is enough to bring one out on Arcee's, even if just for a moment -- smiles had never come often to Optimus, it seemed, and she feels somehow privileged just to see Orion find something to smile about. The little swell in her spark persists even after both smiles fade, because his words, they carry an almost familiar weight and she's missing hearing ones like them.

"Don't be." Arcee's voice is still weak and crackling with static in her vocalizer, but she speaks anyway. She's still dizzy, fuel churning in her tanks from the loss of energon, but Orion's working on it and at least she's lying down now. Her plating might still be a scuffed and dented mess, smeared with energon, but her optics are brighter now, attentive and focused. "Optimus...wasn't often prone to sharing his feelings, not like this. Whenever he chose to, it was like -- I felt honored. It's...good to hear you talk about it."
thanksoptimus: (distressed eyebrows)

[personal profile] thanksoptimus 2014-07-07 05:53 pm (UTC)(link)
It's hard not to wonder about the things that must have made Optimus Prime the person he was - and the person Orion Pax would become. Orion is a private person already, and so it isn't too hard to see himself continuing to be that way...but the intensity other bots seems to describe his future self with always feels far out of his league. Even when not directly comparing himself, or feeling that he needed to catch up, it was amazing how much you could feel both familiar but yet a stranger to yourself.

"Learning of Optimus Prime so often feels like some unnatural premonition," he says, something musing in his voice. All the while, he is continuing to patiently work with the welder. "I had often wondered what would become of me, if we would succeed. This is not an outcome I had ever imagined."

He hesitates for a long few moments, not sure if he's feeling up to going on.

"The way Megatron spoke to us, towards the end...that is the way you have come to know him, isn't it?"
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deadpartners: (like here comes the sun)

[personal profile] deadpartners 2014-07-07 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes," Arcee says quietly, her expression subdued and somber, biting back the little flare of anger in her spark. Orion doesn't need that right now, not when he's still mourning the ashes of his friendship with the bot Megatron had once been. And Orion's seen enough of her anger for one day, she thinks. "That's how he's been for...a long time. I know it must have been hard to imagine, hearing us talk about him like that when all he'd ever been to you was a friend, but...now you've seen who Megatron's become in the last seven thousand years."

Her voice is heavy as her gaze settles back on his face, and though the post-battle ache is starting to settle into her limbs, no longer kept at bay by the rush of energon boiling in her lines, she still moves to put her hand back over his weaker one. "I know I've said it before, but -- I'm sorry, Orion. For all of this."
thanksoptimus: (ugh)

[personal profile] thanksoptimus 2014-07-07 06:26 pm (UTC)(link)
He shakes his head a little, though he easily accepts her hand on his. He appreciates the gesture a great deal.

"I have been foolish, I think," he says. "Foolish, and too desperate to salvage something with him, despite so many warnings. Right to the end, I had hopes that I still might mean something to him. They were only selfish desires."
deadpartners: (wide open space)

[personal profile] deadpartners 2014-07-07 06:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'd be hard-pressed to describe you as selfish, Orion." Arcee manages a dim smile, faint and encouraging, her smaller hand barely covering the back of his. Her fingers are still smeared with energon and dust from the fight, far from clean, but it'll do for now. "I don't think I've ever met a more selfless bot. You didn't want to believe what we told you about Megatron because you...always see the good in people. You wanted to believe the best about him."
thanksoptimus: (THE FULL ROBOT)

[personal profile] thanksoptimus 2014-07-07 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Partially true, he can admit. But even if he does, it's clear that he doesn't agree with that completely - his doubt can be seen in his optics.

"But only out of a need for things to be how they were before," he says, slow and resigned. "He was...very dear to me. More than anything, I feel my actions were the result of my need for him to care for me again."

Arcee makes it sound like something noble, but it's hard for him to think of it that way. He remembers his own tears at the park, and how he had reacted when Megatron first spoke to him. They feel like the actions of someone smitten and stupid, and the more he thinks of them in those terms, the more resentful he feels towards himself for indulging in them.
deadpartners: (to take a picture)

[personal profile] deadpartners 2014-07-07 07:01 pm (UTC)(link)
It's no secret that Megatron and Optimus Prime had been close friends before the war, but Arcee's rarely had opportunity to glimpse just how deep that connection had once run. Her face softens and her hand tightens over his, her voice still strangely subdued.

"Orion, you practically woke up in another world -- out of time, out of place...Megatron was the only familiar thing to you. So much happened, so much changed in the blink of an eye for you...there's no shame in wanting to take comfort in something safe and familiar when everything else you know is gone. And to have that something you trust in taken away from you, to discover it just -- doesn't exist anymore..." She lets her optics close, tensing again momentarily under the welder. She sucks in a fresh intake of air through her vents. "I know what it's like to lose someone so suddenly. Maybe not like this, but -- anyone would feel that way. We're Cybertronian, Orion, we're living things with sparks and we feel. And believe me, it doesn't do you any good to just...close yourself off from that."
thanksoptimus: (commander starscream...)

[personal profile] thanksoptimus 2014-07-07 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Maybe the way Optimus Prime is described isn't so strange to him after all. He can certainly see how things could go that way, after all this. It's just the wise leader part he's having a hard time connecting with.

Her words take the edge off of his resentment, and the hard stare of his optics softens. He vents out slowly, pausing in his welding for only a moment before continuing.

"I wonder...how I felt the first time around," he says softly. Did the gradually widening gap between them make it easier to bear? Or did watching someone so dear slowly slip away just make him harder?
deadpartners: (we're so close)

[personal profile] deadpartners 2014-07-07 07:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Arcee can see how hard this is for him, just to talk about, just to think about, but all the same, she still feels that vague sense that she's honored just to listen. Her fingers curl lightly around the edge of his hand, too big for her to grasp properly.

"I can't tell you how you felt," she says, her voice sober. "But I know that it hurt. Optimus never talked about it too much, not -- on a personal level, but...he never let it change him. He never let the war become about revenge for him."
thanksoptimus: (pax)

[personal profile] thanksoptimus 2014-07-07 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Revenge isn't something he has considered. There is no craving for it in his spark - right now all he wants is for this to be over, and for Megatron to leave them all alone. Right now, never having to see him again would be enough.

But it wouldn't be enough for long. Even now he still feels tied to this.

He's almost finished with the welding now, and so he starts to hook up the transfusion.

"I have no desire for revenge," he says quietly. "I would settle for being able to return home."
deadpartners: (who'd you rather be?)

[personal profile] deadpartners 2014-07-07 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Arcee smiles faintly despite herself, despite Orion's obviously grave mood. It's hard not to. This is all still so strange, in quiet ways that creep up without her noticing. "That's what Optimus wanted, too. To bring an end to the war and just...bring everybody home." The smile fades from her face and she winces slightly as she feels the fresh energon being pumped into her system, feeling her fuel tanks churn. "And I'm...doing everything I can to do that in his stead."
thanksoptimus: (am i worthy tho)

[personal profile] thanksoptimus 2014-07-08 07:01 am (UTC)(link)
Orion doesn't know what to say, at first, and so instead he just focuses on making sure he's got everything hooked up right. There is a lurking sense of inevitability, now. Despite everything that's been said...Optimus Prime is still in a past tense. And if Megatron really does have the Matrix...

He vents slowly, feeling the edge of his wound up nerves again now that he doesn't have anything to do with his hands. He looks at her, his optics soft but still mournful.

"I will do everything I am able to aid you in that task," he says, at last. And he knows, in the end, what that will mean.

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