by Smokescreen85 » Mon Feb 07, 2011 7:12 pm
- Motto: ""A look can be deceiving; a touch can be lethal.""
- Weapon: Twin Shoulder-Mounted Rocket Launchers
Conference Room
Snarl nodded silently in agreement as Grimlock finished speaking. The Desert Warrior was happy to hear that Grimlock was willing to take Hot Rodimus out if the new "Prime" went off the deep end. For once in a long while, the entirety of the Dinobots seemed to be in agreement. Even Snarl was pleased with the way things were going. This didn't mean he'd stop keeping an optic on his commander. It just meant that things were heading in the right direction finally and Snarl couldn't be happier.
"Me ready for battle. Hopefully, Hot Rodimus ready, too," Snarl stated plainly as he followed Grimlock out of the conference room and into the corridor beyond. The Dinobot Commander led his team down the hallway and back towards the med bay. Along the way, Snarl noticed Bluestreak sitting on the floor and up against the wall. The Desert Warrior didn't bother stopping to see if there was anything wrong, however, as the gunner's problems didn't really concern the Dinobot. As far as Snarl was concerned, showing fear or sadness was a sign of weakness, and there was no room for weakness in war.
Medical Bay
Howlstrike very rarely saw Kup get angry or upset. The old timer usually was able to keep his cool in even the most stressful situations, which was something Howl both envied and inspired to be more like someday. But with recent events unfolding as they did, even Kup couldn't help but become a little frustrated with those around him. The bickering didn't help, either, especially with the tensions rising between the Autobot hunter and Bluestreak. It had all finally been enough to agitate the old mech more than normal and cause him to lash out a bit at everyone in the room.
Howlstrike listened as Kup reluctantly agreed to an attack on Polyhex. He even agreed to let Air Raid check out Altihex and Kalis, as well. Once the old timer was done speaking, he stormed out of the med bay just as Grimlock, Snarl and the other Dinobots entered, wondering what they had missed. Howl was more than happy to fill them in.
"Well, in a cyber-nutshell, Kup agreed to allow Hot Rod...err...Rodimus to lead an attack on Polyhex and he said you and your Dinobots could go along. So, it looks like you guys are going to see some action pretty soon. Other than that, Bluestreak hates me and had a minor meltdown, as well."
"Yeah, I noticed him out in the corridor before we got here," Snarl spoke up. "He didn't seem his normal talkative self. Not that that's a bad thing."
"Well, regardless, I'm going to go see what Kup wants me to do," Howlstrike continued. "Meanwhile, I'm sure you Dinobots and Rodimus have a lot of planning to do. I may or may not be joining you. It depends on if Kup needs me to stay here or not." The Autobot hunter then regarded the other Autobots still in the room with a respectful nod before heading for the door and leaving the med bay.
Corridor
Bluestreak had felt and heard the Dinobots walk by him without so much as asking if he was okay. It didn't surprise him really as they tended to not understand or even care about another mech's feelings. The Dinobots were pure warriors, after all, and rarely showed emotion of any kind with the exception of either anger or out and out rage.
Soon afterwards, however, Bluestreak heard a familiar voice speak to him. It was Kup, who had predictably followed after him. The Autobot gunner looked up and wiped the grease from his face plate. He listened as the old timer spoke words of pure wisdom not to mention compassion. Kup told him to remember those he had lost, but to not let what had happened haunt him forever. Blue struggled every day to keep the ghosts of the past at bay. Only his talkative nature seemed to help make him forget the inner pain. Silence was his true enemy, even more so than the 'cons or even Howlstrike.
Perhaps it wasn't really Howl whom Bluestreak hated. Perhaps it was actually himself for not being able to save even one life when his city fell. Of course, 'Streak had only been a mere merchant at that time, and knew nothing of fighting in a war. And no one had ever blamed him for not doing more, but they didn't have to. Blue had enough blame within him. He didn't need any more from his comrades.
Once Kup finished his pep talk, the Autobot gunner got to his feet and looked the old timer square in the optics. "You're right, Kup. I shouldn't let my anger control me. I'm better than that. It's just hard sometimes, you know? Real hard. And I'm very sorry for my behavior back in the med bay. I didn't mean any disrespect towards you. I, along with so many others, have learned a lot from you over the vorns. You're like a father to all of us, and I have the utmost respect for you."
Bluestreak stepped forward and straightened his stance. "And I'm ready to attack Polyhex and give those fraggin' cons a good old fashioned beating! You can count me in!" Just as he finished talking, 'Streak noticed that Howlstrike was standing just down the corridor, listening in on their conversation. The gunner turned and walked towards the tracker, stopping a few feet in front of bigger mech.
"You," Blue began, narrowing his optics as he looked up at Howl. "I...owe you an apology. You didn't deserve that back there, and I'm sorry. I just have some trust issues that I'm trying to reconcile. You understand."
Howlstrike looked back down at Bluestreak as he gave his seemingly reluctant apology. "Yes," Howl replied simply.
"Yes, what?" Blue queried back, unsure of what the Autobot hunter meant.
"Yes...I understand. And yes, I accept your apology," Howl said as he extended his clawed right hand towards Bluestreak. The black and silver mech looked at it for a moment before raising his own arm and shaking hands with the former Predacon.
I can't believe I'm actually touching him. Ugh. Bluestreak's thoughts were concealed behind a forced smile. "This doesn't make us bestest buds or anything. I just won't shoot you in the back when you're not looking," Blue clarified, still managing a smile.
"Of course not," Howlstrike replied, releasing his handshake with the gunner. "And I promise not to eat you while you're in rest mode." The expert tracker gave his new friend a devilish grin.
Bluestreak swallowed hard before responding. "Yeah, okay." Primus, what have I done? Did I just shake hands with the spawn of Unicron?
Howlstrike then turned his attention to Kup and approached his old friend. "Kup, I've already filled the Dinobots in on the decision to attack Polyhex. Will you be needing me to stay here, or should I go with them?"