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Post by Breech Loader on Feb 15, 2015 12:50:38 GMT
Breech takes a seat only feet outside the base, followed by Round Up.
She picks up a dusty rock. There are only a fer weeds hanginging off it but they are nothing like anything on Cybertron.
Perhaps the most depressing thing about Breech is not simply that she is a mercenary and has murdered quite a lot of people, but the way she has not denied it, or ignored it, but has already quietly and calmly put it into a little box in her head, for future analysis.
"For all the general insanity on this planet, the green of it is... Kind of nice..."
She smiles, and one thing is crystal clear to Round Up from the sudden swing of mood - that while System check has done a remarkable job in returning Breech 'to herself', there is damage in her head that can't be healed just by hammering the keyboard of a computer.
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Post by RoundUp on Feb 15, 2015 16:55:50 GMT
Some places on this planet have never been touched by man or machine Breech, some places like the rocks amidst the deserts in America were formed millions of years ago.
Round Up looks upwards to the mountain behind them, they were on an airstrip however several holographic projectors, turrets and nodes were set out across the military base, it was hidden from sight.
NEST did a good job helping us hide The Arc, you wouldn't believe it but this was once the site of where the ship had crashed. Now its several feet below the surface under that runway.
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Post by Breech Loader on Feb 15, 2015 17:30:59 GMT
"Clever. I suppose you're lucky I'm a dead femme now, to the cons," Breech smiles, "Once you're on the List, nothing takes you off. Not even explicit orders from Megsy will do it. Not even the time honoured method of saving your foes' life. They have a reputation to maintain."
She keeps looking forward, "I swear, I don't know what to do now. I'm a monster and... Well, I always knew it but now it feels different to know it."
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Post by RoundUp on Feb 15, 2015 17:34:06 GMT
Breech, you've got all the time in the world to figure out your place in the Autobots... if you're wanting to, I'm more than willing to help you find your place here with us. As your parole officer and as a friend.
Round Up offers a servo to her.
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Post by Breech Loader on Feb 15, 2015 17:51:46 GMT
Breech looks at his servo, uncertain for a long moment, "The last mech who trusted me let me out of this base. Then... Gearchange,. I'm not sure if I'm the best person to be friends with."
She gives this a moment of thought, "In fact I'm probably the last person anybody should be friend with."
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Post by RoundUp on Feb 15, 2015 18:06:04 GMT
Well right now, you need a friend. Someone to talk to.
I want to be your friend Breech, we all want to help.
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Post by Breech Loader on Feb 15, 2015 18:16:36 GMT
"Well... I suppose..."
Breech's servos open and close nervously, but finally she takes his own.
"It's just that you've helped me, even if it wasn't your original intent... I'd rather not be somebody who hurts you."
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Post by RoundUp on Feb 15, 2015 18:50:01 GMT
Round Up smiles from under his visor.
You can rely on me Breech, i'll help you through this.
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Post by Breech Loader on Feb 15, 2015 19:14:11 GMT
Breech smiles, her optics hidden. Sshe doesn't even notice her rotors drooping slightly in concern. In some ways Breech is as emotional as a brick wall. In others she is as transparent as glass.
"I don't think I've ever found it easy to make friends, even... before. It's only now that I've started..." she mumbles awkwardly, "...thinking it might be... slightly... important. A little. But it's hard... Like remembering a dream that you never even had. I'm not a good person, RoundUp. I don't know how to be."
She doesn't expect people to like or trust her iin any way. And for that matter she doesn't trust them much. But she can usually trust herself to do something. Lately she isn't sure what she trusts herself to do.
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Post by RoundUp on Feb 15, 2015 20:38:45 GMT
You don't have to be a good person just to do good things, you'll make up for it in time, besides the Magnus and several other Autobots have taken a shine to you already. If they didn't like you you'd never have been given the chance to undergo that operation.
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Post by Breech Loader on Feb 15, 2015 20:53:07 GMT
"It's very... kind of you to belie-say that."
Breech tries to smile. How very odd... behind her visor, fluids are trickling from her optics for no reason at all. She blinks quickly to push them away. Unfortunately she notes that her hands are shaking.
"You really do believe that."
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Post by RoundUp on Feb 15, 2015 20:57:18 GMT
I do Breech, I believe its true. You can make a difference and you're already on the right track.
The mech looks to her.
Breech, you're leaking
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Post by Breech Loader on Feb 15, 2015 21:07:39 GMT
"Ahem. Just a moment..."
Ah, now she remembers why she doesn't leak from the optics. You have to wipe your optics and in her case that means lifting her visor. She half-turns of on Round Up and lifts it to wipe her face with the back of her servo. Well, that and it hasn't actually occurred to her to do so.
"Nothing. It's nothing. Just the... Changes. I can handle it."
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Post by RoundUp on Feb 15, 2015 21:25:38 GMT
You're going to be safer here now Breech, you don't have to keep the emotions locked up.
The mech sits down a little to the right of Breech.
Have you figured out a place to live yet?
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Post by Breech Loader on Feb 15, 2015 21:37:22 GMT
"No. I don't have any living arrangements. I suppose I just... felt uncomfortable asking. It's not my base, and I don't really belong here..."
Breech isn't sure whether she's saying that to convince him or herself. Hotwire was astonishingly good at bottling things up, even relatively capable at controlling her rotors. Breech wasn't able to do it at all. Every little emotion came out no matter how hard she tried.
"I was going to crash on the couch, I suppose. In any case it's not like I have anything to steal."
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Post by RoundUp on Feb 15, 2015 21:53:24 GMT
I could probably set you up with a room if you needed to, we've got a large residential area to use. No need to be sleeping in the Arcade's sofas.
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Post by Breech Loader on Feb 15, 2015 22:12:27 GMT
"Well, I've crashed on worse than sofas," Breech confesses, "It's not as if I have anything to put in a room. It'd be pretty empty... And I would be gone in a few days anyway..."
She bites on her lip, feeling so oddly grateful to Round Up even so. She can't imagine why he'd be so nice...
"Do you have a family, Round Up?"
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Post by RoundUp on Feb 15, 2015 22:24:16 GMT
N...No... the only thing close to family is my best friend Deputy.
I guess you could take my room for the night if you wanted to.
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Post by Breech Loader on Feb 15, 2015 22:33:31 GMT
"Your room?" To her shame, Breech realises she is blushing. As if that isn't enough, her rotors are lifting an spreading like a peacock feathers.
This is so stupid... She hardly even knows Round Up. And what is this anyway?
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Post by RoundUp on Feb 15, 2015 22:36:03 GMT
Yeah, I mean... if you want to. I can go on patrol and leave you to have a decent night's sleep. Or on the sofa in my room I'll sleep there.
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