What I Learned at SRU -85-
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What I Learned at SRU
Chapter 85 - Penguin
- Tuesday, April 12th, 2011 -
"Have a good walk with the mutt?"
"Hey, Bolin. Yea...It was good," Korra confirmed, wandering into the parlor, still dressed in her boots and jacket.
"Yarr-Yarrp! Yarr! Grrrrr..."
"Haha," Korra looked down at the pup, still att
Fraternizing 42Things in the Autobot base moved on slowly. Bulkhead struggled to regain the strength in his legs and was forbidden to transform until he had gained some strength. Cliffjumper met the same demise of being unable to transform because of his bum leg and arm. He hobbled along much better than Bulkhead did, though. Arcee talked to Cliffjumper a lot with Jack, and they slowly pulled the warrior out of his prickly shell of silence. Arcee even talked to Miko, letting her know of what had originally happened with her and Cliffjumper so the girl could help deal with Bulkhead's struggling recovery.Fraternizing 422 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Dissent between the troops and Optimus lulled beneath the surface. No one voice anything, and the bots were a little worried, but Optimus's heartfelt apologies helped sway their sparks. Optimus also took on much of the energon scouting missions. It helped him clear his mind and let the others rest. He felt they needed it, and he felt he needed the solitude to keep his processor clear.
The humans were
Fraternizing 34Blindsided by Optimus.Fraternizing 342 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
That was always good.
Ha! Arcee even had the grill marks to prove it, so there wasn’t any arguing with her. But seriously, Optimus? Nightstalker couldn’t believe it.
And, oh hell, look, he’s driving in. So everyone tiptoed up. Except Nightstalker of course. She was a coward, they all knew it. She knew it. So she cowered behind the humans. Like a coward. Jack stood with squared shoulders and even Miko did, Raf stood taller than she did. She was all hunched over herself.
Optimus transformed up, and Nightstalker winced. It wasn’t like he was attacking! He was Optimus! There was no way—Well, obviously there had to be a way. But she didn’t know what it was but could only believe Optimus had a good reason. Maybe there was an incoming missile. Maybe he secretly saved Arcee’s life. After all, she’d only seen the sweetest and most compassionate from Optimus, even when he was punishing her. Well, he got mean when he was punis
Fraternizing 48Cliffjumper cleared his throat. “Um, hey Ratchet? I need to . . . talk to you.”Fraternizing 482 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The medic looked up from his work, surprised the mech had actually used his designated name. “Was there something you needed?”
Cliffjumper’s fingers twitched as he cast a nervous glance across the room, duly noting that they were all far enough away that no one would hear him. They were talking quietly, Smokescreen back in the fold, but as Cliffjumper thought about how Starscream had snatched the Omega Keys away from them with red energon, he shook his head.
“Maybe now’s not a good time . . .”
Ratchet reached out, stopping his retreat with an arch of his brows. “Cliffjumper, talk.”
The red warrior sighed in frustration, passing a hand over his face as the medic waited for him to spill what was on his processor. Finally, he muttered, “Well, um . . . I need some advice about Nightstalker.”
Ratchet shifted. “Yes?”
“Um . .
Fraternizing 43A whimper woke Ratchet. He sat up from the medical berth in half an instant, attuned to these bouts, and as he jumped to his peds, the whimper turned from a cry to a scream, escalating in half a second.Fraternizing 432 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He crossed the medical area to Nightstalker’s side in one stride, knelt and began to shake her. “Nightstalker!” he shouted. She twisted in his servos, fans kicking on as fear heated her systems. She shrieked again, cringing away. “Nightstalker, wake up! Wake up! Nightstalker!”
A few good shakes later, Nightstalker jolted back to the land of the living with a thin gasp, and she grabbed hold of Ratchet’s chassis, shaking. Ratchet held her, feeling her tiny tears trickling down his chest.
About half a minute later, according to habit, Bumblebee skidded into the room, half groggy with sleep and big worried optics. *Is she okay?* he asked quietly.
Ratchet nodded, letting her shed hiccupping tears on him. Her newly fixed wrists—something he had hurrie
Fraternizing ch39Optimus. Crying.Fraternizing ch392 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
More than that, weeping, sobbing. He knelt on his knees, his shoulders shook, he buried his face in his servos.
It was the first time in . . . millennia the medic had seen the Prime break down so fully.
Instead of saying anything, Ratchet merely stepped forward and placed his hand on his shoulder. That was all he could do right now. That was all he needed to do right now. Just a touch so the Prime would know he wasn’t alone, that he had someone to lean on. He stood with silent comradeship as Optimus wept over Nightstalker’s comatose form, letting the Prime expel the bundled up emotions that had consumed him from the inside out. He needed it. Sometimes, Ratchet wondered how he could even keep going.
It took the Prime several minutes to slow his crying and bottle up his emotions again. He still shook irregularly, and his rasp of, “R-Ratchet . . .” was rough and thick. He shook his head and took Nightstalker’s servo gently with his own, his s