Mar 20
Would this count as eyestrain?
Beez nuts lmao
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Would this count as eyestrain?
Beez nuts lmao
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Ugh. The waste management floors were disgusting. It wasn't even 'gross' in a dried energon or half mutilated leg in the corner way. It was dark, it was humid, it was loud, and it was hot. And everything dropping out of the ceiling chute had passed through so many castes and hands, yet still could not be found a purpose aside incinerated.
Worse, there was those down here who spent their lives elbow deep scooping through society's leavings on the off chance something could be salvaged. Gross.
Right ... Next on his agenda for the day was ...
"B-127? You have been cleared of duty for the next 15 vorns for an annual performance re...-" Wait, they worked alone.
Why was there three other beaten up mechs just sitting at a table?
"..." Oh, sweet Primus.
He's made friends.
Literally.
He'd made them.
"-review. Please. Take a seat"
@badassitron
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Whumptober Day 23: Forced Choice/Broken Pedestal
He forgot what didn’t feel right.
He forgot- forgetting.
Until those words.
Until Sentinel Not-Prime loomed over him, and something way in the back of B-127’s processor went- click
(/slaps THIS down onto the table)
(@mnemoiisms @badassitron I BLAME YOU TWO)
⚔️ || @badassitron. — ( oh hey b ! )
the surface is beautiful. it's nothing like orion had ever expected it would be, especially not when they stumble upon that ... fragile ... natural covering. even as they trudge ever onward, he wants to bend forward far enough to touch it, log it away beneath his servos ...
b must be enjoying it as much as orion, given how long he'd been stuck down on level fifty.
" hey b, check this out. " the miner pauses in his walk as he waves his yellow companion over to the pretty little thing he's found amongst the green ; it's small & peachy, clearly a flower of some sort ... but its petals aren't sharp or angular like the flora of iacon. " this looks like weeping ruby ! i've only ever seen illustrations of it in the data chips i stole from the hall of records — it doesn't grow in the mines like glittermoss does, only close to the surface ! but it can't be, this is definitely not red enough & looks way too fragile. "
@badassitron Continued from here ...
Redstrike is quiet, he let's B talk. It's pretty easy for him to listen and work at getting the door open at the same time. His tail still flicks with minor agitation, but listening to B is calming. He doesn't like the idea of B, of all mechs, being locked away somewhere, ignored, and forgotten.
And he let's B talk so he can solidify in his mind that this isn't the Bumblebee he knows. Not the one he has as a friend and confidant. This mech isn't even called Bumblebee yet for Primus' sake. He does, however, finally interrupt when he manages to get the door-lock hacked open.
"Just because you're small doesn't mean you should be ignored. You don't deserve to be locked away, accidentally or not. No mech does." He says, conviction gently overriding the anger he feels. He turns, a soft smile playing over his features as the door opens. " C'mon. I'll buy you a drink or something. You deserve something nice after this whole mess."