March 12th, 2008
Startracker sighed wearily and lowered the gizmo he'd just finished.
Number twenty three.
Of one trillion.
The young bot looked longingly towards the door, wishing he could go cruising. Having an engine and wheels were so... liberating. Exciting. He could go anywhere he wanted.
Except he was grounded. And on gadget duty. He curled up. If he'd just given up, quit scanning when he didn't get it the first time... let sleeping dogs lie.
And now they were in the biggest trouble ever.
The young bot sniffed, rubbing an optic before reaching for the next box of materials.
March 10th, 2008
January 7th, 2008
Arcee smiled as he leaned on the couch, watching in amusement as the twins chased Roach around, trying in vain to catch the giggling minibot as they laughed and crashed into eachother.
Each was decorated thoroughly with thier new stars, and each was running on 12 hours of hyper jittering and it seemed like they were ready for 12 more, but Arcee didn't mind. She felt a surge of pride as she watched them rough house and play, practising the sparring moves they saw thier elders using.
She closed her eyes, then sent her husband a soft, warm message.
//They fight like you do, love.//
December 14th, 2007
Dizzy @ 12:27 pm
Arcee sighed as she slowly walked towards the TV in the hangar, intent on sitting down and passing out. She was tired, though she wasn't sure why, and the sparkling in her chest was moving around, a lot. It felt almost as big as her own.
She closed her eyes, then sighed as she reeling, feeling extremely light headed.
//Forge,// she gasped, sitting on the couch quickly and steadying herself. //Forge, we need you.//
December 4th, 2007
Arcee lay on the bnk, only half awake, watching Rachet above her.
"So? Am I good to go, doc?" she looked up, frowning.
November 28th, 2007
Arcee sat on the bed, half in and half out of consciousness.
She'd woken a little earlier, but couldn't move thank to Rachet's immobilizing techniques.
Cursing at him absently through her blocked channels she paused and listened as some sort of commotion rose up outside. She frowned and tried to listen, hearing growls and swearing, and a great deal of movement.
She frowned and attempted to lift her head, only to fail, and imediatly try all channels.
//What's goin' on?//
November 25th, 2007
Bee: *lays head beside her friend* High grade is evil
Arcee: *mumblemumble*painkillers're evil...*mumblegiggle*
Bee: I was talkign about Jazz's aft to /Dev/
Starforge: *blink back out of room8
Arcee: Silly...none're s'good as Forge's.
Bee: ..... No comment( Read more...Collapse )
November 18th, 2007
Arcee woke slowly. There was a moment of confusion, and then a slight pang of fear. She looked over and frowned.
"Forge?" she said softly, looking around. She frowned when she didn't see him, he hadn't been there the other times she'd woken either.
Finally her worry got too great, and she turned slowly, determined to find him.
As soon as she stood she nearly cried out in pain, her caroded systems not making any improvement since she'd fallen asleep.
She waited for the first wave of pain to subside, then slowly began to walk out. leaning on walls for support she staggered out of the room, then looked around. "Forge?" she whimpered softly, pain building up even as she kept moving.
November 6th, 2007
Arcee was up on the roof again, but moved around the curve to mostly hide herself when the new bots showed up. She blinked, then stared at them curiously. She recognized the femme, but not the male.
She bowed her head. It didn't matter, anyway. Ironhide would be happy until somebody else was blown up, and then the chaotic whirlwind of anger and grief would start up again. The male's sparkmate would show up, probably accompanied by Prime's woman, and Arcee would get to watch her friends from the corner and try to keep them from blowing up first. It was all she had to do, anyway, whatever life there was to have after wartime had eluded her, and she was determined to accept and accustom herself to her fate of being a soldier.
Returning her sensors to guard duty the young Autobot made herself forget about the new arrivals.
November 1st, 2007
Later @ 06:08 pm
Arcee trudged up the walk after she'd spent her time guarding Jazz's post.
Her circuts burned from the stress she felt inside, but her spark had more or less gone numb, letting her think more clearly about her situation.
There really was no point in cutting herself off from the others just because she was in mourning. Obviously they had all gotten over the worst of it, she was just drawing the buisness out. She closed her eyes, then went back, turning her back on the monument.
Her spark seemed to start to ache again, but it was dull, and she could suppress the pain. She trudged back up to the fuel tank, filling up again before going towards the base. A scan told her that most of her teammates were hanging out in the hanger. She frowned, detecting Bee in there with the human, Sam. She'd hoped her friend would be by herself....
Frowning she slipped in, going into stealth mode till she reached the sleeping room. Then she bowed her head and climbed on a bed, curled around her knees.