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If you knew for certain that it would end the war once and for all in Autobot favor, would you send Stormfront back to his master, to die the slowest, most painful death imaginable?
“No--but I would recommend to Optimus that we ask Stormfront to simulate submission to allow us to locate Shockwave so we can destroy him.”
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They say it's the Decepticons who can't go without destroying everything, yet you are doing a FANTASTIC job at breaking your nursemaid Seeker...
(From the mun: Given that Prowl-luv is/was pretty out of it, he wasn’t aware of the strain on Stormfront. He now remembers Stormfront a little, but his brain is rather error-prone right now. He’ll at least be easier to deal with. Stormfront might have to take a break from Prowl for a while.)
*hands over the energon goodies he got* Can't eat those, so you might as well have them
*still kinda in horrified shock so just eats them kinda absently.
Babies
::TC, TC, quick, I need advice! Uh, don't worry though - it's a good thing!::
::What’s up?::
Break Time
Sortie entered the mess hall for an after-shift ration, carrying his preferred tableware, a lidded tankard whose decoration is wearing thin. Â He gave the whole room a visual run over as he walked to the dispensers, stopping dead in his tracks at spotting Stormfront. Â Sortie changed directions, heading directly to Stormfront, who seemed to want his cup to swallow him.
'Young Sir, I happily congratulate on your coming Autobranding. Â I have an inkling of how hard you have worked for it.'
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[Meme] There are things to be learned even from the dead.
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|« ❝Of course there is       everyone has their own unique history, which gives an individual perspective on the universe. As an archivist, it’s my duty to record as many as I can..❞
How are the Autobots even still around??! You all just go to sleep with a Seeker in your midst?! It's like the proverbial wolf among the sheep! One orn you'll wake up and find everyone slaughtered, either because he double crossed you or just lost it, and that's assuming he doesn't just kill you off, too!
“Never are all of us asleep at any given time--sentries are on duty around the clock.“
“Furthermore, you are making the same mistake that the Functionalists made eons ago. One’s body does not necessarily dictate one’s role. Stormfront is physically built on a Seeker frame. His Spark is his own. It is not the way of the Autobots or the Prime to reject individuals out of hand because of their appearance--or even their past. The killing must stop. There will never be a moment when all grudges are settled and all arguments ended. We can only agree to end the physical violence. Stormfront has behaved as one who wants to let the deaths go unanswered. We will not betray our ideals by murdering him for the sake of the dead.”
Consolation Purpose (RP with Tea-and-Sortie)
Prowl no longer had an office. He’d decided that he had no right to establish one and claim the equipment when he couldn’t do the work that made an office necessary. Instead, he’d chosen an unused set of storage rooms and set up the smallest as his quarters, the adjacent one for Stormfront, and the largest for the unpowered, gradually spreading model of Iacon’s Oolit, Buj Deo, and Klise districts. He’d taken his new project to heart and researched it in meticulous, obsessive detail, in the surviving historical files and in the aerial scans and scout mapping forays. He was accounting for every data fiber and each ounce of concrete, and trying to leave “room” for architects and designers to rearrange his plans without completely negating the utility of his work.
As a way to prevent him overworking his fragile processors, it was at best a limited success. Stormfront still had to pry him away and put him to bed on a semi-regular basis.
