((Might try to work on this a little more regularly than once a year
. Anyway, here's another piece.))
“We really gonna execute that trash?” Ironhide grumbled as he stepped out in to one of the ancillary corridors as Tyrest had called a recess to the proceedings only moments before. Other Cybertronians were also filing out of the chambers. Some would wait around for the next round of trials while others were keen just to get a taste before returning to the everyday normalcy of life on Cybertron that had been absent for so long now.
“I’ve never known Tyrest to not follow through on a sentence,” Kup said, a metallic walking stick in one hand to balance out the fact that he had all but lost the use of his right leg. Too much was breaking down. Too much decay. He had fought too hard and for too long. Even despite Ratchet’s best efforts, there were some things that were just not going to improve unless they transplanted his spark into a new body and the thought of that just gave the elder Autobot warrior a case of the surges like none other.
“Not sayin’ he don’t deserve it. Ah know he does, more’n most of ‘em, just dunno if it’s the right, uh. Right, uh….what’s th’ word…?”
“Yeh. Precedent we wanna be settin’,” Ironhide said, nodding, his optics looking down at the ground as he walked slowly through the corridors of Garrus-9 and the exterior of the Aequitas Chamber. To think that this was one of the most fortified prisons in the universe and now it had resumed its long-absent function as a court. Massacres had occurred on these grounds, and Ironhide couldn’t help but feel like they were on the verge of another one—only this time it would again be the Autobots who were responsible.
“Kinda surprised to hear this kinda talk from you, y’old rustbucket,” Kup said with a grin, keeping up with Ironhide’s own slightly limping gait as they walked the pristine hallways. “Figured you’d be wanting all those ‘Cons to get their just desserts.”
Ironhide regarded his long-time war buddy from his periphery for a few moments before looking back down at the ground as he walked.
“Yeah. Well, maybe the rust is settin’ into mah brain module. We lock ‘em all up, they’ll just escape. S’pose it’s prolly fer the best, y’know….this way.” Kup reached over and rested one hand on the shoulder of the red Autobot.
“It’s not perfect, lad, but nothin’ ever is. We’ll get past this and we’ll build the Cybertron we’ve been waiting for. The one you told me you saw that one time. It can finally happen now. The war’s over.”
Ironhide smiled. Finally.
“Yeah. The war’s over.”