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Post by Feenixfire Lockheart on Feb 12, 2015 21:33:09 GMT
"Maybe translate and keep him out of trouble."
*He grins. He then blinks in surprise at the scarring.*
"I know that Breech. But I am still young, and maybe being on a trip will good."
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Post by Breech Loader on Feb 12, 2015 21:44:34 GMT
Breech sighed, her thoughts shifting to her brothers again. Even though she remembered what they had been like, millions of years would certainly change anybody. If they were online, would they recognise her? Would she recognise them?
"My entire family is wanted by the DJD. Sucks, huh?"
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Post by Feenixfire Lockheart on Feb 12, 2015 21:51:25 GMT
"My whole family is on the most wanted list. Nice to meet you."
*He jokes.*
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Post by Breech Loader on Feb 12, 2015 22:05:35 GMT
"Don't flatter yourself," Breech wags a finger, "The DJD is into... what's the word... Oh yes, deterrence. Coming up with novel and ever more innovative ways to torture a mech to death. They claim that if news of their ledgendarily horrific murders keeps even one more 'con on the straight and narrow, it's all worth it."
She takes a deep draught of her Energon and smiles. While it's difficult to judge her emotions from her visored face, her rotors are remarkably expressive, almost like a peacock's tail. In this case, the smile doesn't match her rotors rattling gently in anger, "One way or another, almost every mech on their List has been charged with the crime of 'cowardice'. In the optics of the DJD, the greatest crime a Decepticon can commit is surviving."
She leans back, balancing the bar-stool on two legs, her feet on the bar, "They did what we were all programmed to do, and found a way to survive in the face of terrible adversity, and they were damned for it."
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Post by Feenixfire Lockheart on Feb 13, 2015 16:55:46 GMT
*System and Helix stare at her when she tells them this.*
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Post by Breech Loader on Feb 13, 2015 17:26:19 GMT
"Pretend you'd never heard of Earth for a moment. There was a time," Breech continues amicably, "When the Decepticons were winning. They'd overthrown the oppression of the Autobots, torn down a system that was corrupted and served those at the top, and they'd turned their gaze outwards, ready to expand; to cleanse the galaxy of the inferior organic races - I'm serious, kid. Cybertron was looking good."
She smirks a little, then frowns.
"Do you know what went wrong? With their rise, along came the bullies, the sadists, the warmongers who used the Civil War for their own pleasure; a convenient excuse to inflict pain on their fellow mechs. People who joined and supported the DJD. They made the Decepticons look like scum. They made other races unite against them. If it weren't for them, you would be Decepticons. But more importantly, that would be a good thing. Cybertron could have been the capital planet of the galaxy. Neat, huh?"
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Post by Feenixfire Lockheart on Feb 13, 2015 17:44:36 GMT
"So glad I was born on earth."
*System nods too.*
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Post by Breech Loader on Feb 13, 2015 17:54:47 GMT
"The problem is that there will always be jerks like the DJD," Breech sighs, "And they'll join the Autobots, if the Autobots are winning. Because they're cowards."
She laughs bitterly and taps her cheek, her rotors rustling thoughtfully.
"You kids weren't functioning during the worst parts of the war. I've said that as long as there are two people in the world, I'll have a job. But there was a time when things were so bad, that wasn't true."
She awaits the other mechs' interest.
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Post by Feenixfire Lockheart on Feb 13, 2015 18:20:16 GMT
"Oh really?"
*Helix says, System watching from the side lines.*
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Post by Breech Loader on Feb 13, 2015 18:38:16 GMT
"The Autobots and Decepticons were throwing everything they had at each other. Thousands of battles. Thousands of planets. An endless battle that spread its way like a plague over the galaxy, terrifying the other races, then swallowing them up."
Breech grins, and it's not a nice smile as her rotors spread in a rather smug manner.
"So the Big Two sealed themselves away. Millions of miles apart, into... what's the word... oh yes, you kids might call them 'omniglobes'. Devoted utterly to information, processors stretched, absorbing all the information, all the time. From an individual trooper's HP, to the wind direction on a battlefield in Helex. All the better to see you with, my dears. The hero, and the villain..."
She spits on the floor at those two words.
"Planets trampled and forgotten. Your mother and father rendered meaningless. The winner of a battle was decided by subtracting your casualties from the enemies' and hoping for a positive number. And they had the audacity to believe that one of them was right, and one of them was wrong."
She sneers, remembering those times in disgust. Even Mercs have standards... She drinks deeply.
"And when things get like that, you don't need mercenaries to turn people's lives into profit. First numbers. Then decimal points, then integers and intersecting lines. The Big Two, all by themselves."
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Post by Feenixfire Lockheart on Feb 13, 2015 18:44:25 GMT
"Dreadful."
*System seemed a bit confused as he was still learning about history.*
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Post by Breech Loader on Feb 13, 2015 19:06:10 GMT
"Those who forget history are doomed to repeat it," Breech shakes her head dismally, "Don't think of yourselves as the good guys too often. War is a lot like Poker; you don't win by playing fair."
She looks at the confused Systemcheck.
"It must be hard for you to grasp, Systemcheck. During that time, a mech would barely have time to take a sorrowful glance back at his dead best friend before being bundled onto the ship to the next battle. If he survived at all. Your grandparents have PTSD now because they didn't have time for it then."
She laughs suddenly, surprising them all.
"Of course, I still didn't go hungry. I joined a space-pirate crew and did quite nicely, because we were destroying the lives of the little people, who didn't matter. The scum always finds a way to survive. That's when I met Tarn. The old Tarn, not this one..."
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Post by Feenixfire Lockheart on Feb 13, 2015 20:41:13 GMT
"They do say the good people never survive..."
*Helix sighs at the statement. System looked even more surprised,*
"My grandparents have PTSD?"
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Post by Breech Loader on Feb 13, 2015 20:48:27 GMT
Oh, okay, Breech doesn't know. She's never asked. Still...
"It's a war, 'check. And your grandparents are soldiers. Don't ask stupid questions. Ask intelligent questions."
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Post by Feenixfire Lockheart on Feb 13, 2015 21:11:29 GMT
"I know it sounded dumb, but I've never seen them with any of the classic signs of PTSD. So you must know something I don't?"
*He was curious, yes he had been sheltered from the war, but he was still wanting to know.*
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Post by Breech Loader on Feb 13, 2015 21:24:20 GMT
"I don't know them... but I know that sometimes parents try to hide it from their children. It can be very... shameful. Some people feel like it makes them seem weak..."
Breech puts down her empty cube in an invitation for Helix to refil it.
"And it happens in different ways... sometimes ways that are passed over. Nightmares, hypervigilance, feelings of intense distress when reminded. Flashbacks, uncontrollable shaking, avoidance. Feeling... emotionally numb, although that doesn't seem to be a problem for your grandmother. All sorts of crap. There's not a whole lot to be done about it except support them."
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Post by Feenixfire Lockheart on Feb 13, 2015 21:46:28 GMT
"I can see why sufferers would think that."
*Helix nods and refils the glass.*
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Post by Breech Loader on Feb 13, 2015 21:55:15 GMT
Breech looks around at the others in the bar.
"I know it's tempting, kid, but don't become a hero. And that's not because of the dying thing. You wanna know why it's a bad idea to be a hero?"
Her rotors rusle quizzically as she' lifts one finger.
"It's because heroes are always late."
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Post by Feenixfire Lockheart on Feb 14, 2015 6:25:09 GMT
"I ain't the type to be a hero, that's my uncle's attitude."
*He smirks at how he knows his uncle is like.*
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Post by Breech Loader on Feb 14, 2015 13:49:49 GMT
"To be a hero, you have to save the world from a crisis. But by the time a crisis has hit, too many people have already been hurt."
Breech's rotors droop sadly.
"I don't know what I want to be. I don't have anything to be any more. I just don't want to end up offlining doing it."
She turns to look at the three of them.
"If I stay here for too long I'm going to drink the place dry. I'm heading outside. You're welcome to come with me?" she suggests to Systemcheck. As her 'parole officer', Round Up kind of has an obligation.
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