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rekindleme2014-07-06 09:11 pm
dadcepticon) wrote in rekindleme2014-07-06 09:11 pm
Entry tags:
Not before I see this justice done
Who: Krok, Ultra Magnus, other Autobots and/or Decepticons as interested; Krok and Chromedome (that one's private)
Where: Building 1; streets of the residential area (Chromedome only)
When: 5 July, evening.
Summary: Krok confronts Ultra Magnus about what's happened to Fulcrum. Chromedome, meanwhile, takes another step in dealing with the Decepticon infestation.
Warnings: Angry words, angst, memory tampering.
"ULTRA MAGNUS!"
Krok has never been imposing. He's neither tall nor bristling with weaponry, and his position as a strategist doesn't afford him many chances to practise being terrifying. But he has a voice, and it booms through the corridors like cannon fire as he storms toward the door of Tyrest's Chosen. If he holds onto his anger and his outrage, he can keep moving. If he holds onto the anger, he doesn't have to think about the way his spark aches and how he's inches from falling apart.
Fulcrum doesn't even sound like Fulcrum any more. It's like when they first found him. It's like the Fulcrum who made the leap for them is gone. And Krok knows who took him away. Krok knows who's responsible and there will be accountability or he will make his own justice.
He's pounding a fist on Ultra Magnus' door – the hand not clutching a plunger switch that he presses obsessively and repeatedly even as he stands there – before he even realises he's standing in front of it. He can barely see what he's doing; his optics are too bright, filaments overheating, light spilling from the corners in trails that follow him as he moves.
"ULTRA MAGNUS, ANSWER ME!"
Where: Building 1; streets of the residential area (Chromedome only)
When: 5 July, evening.
Summary: Krok confronts Ultra Magnus about what's happened to Fulcrum. Chromedome, meanwhile, takes another step in dealing with the Decepticon infestation.
Warnings: Angry words, angst, memory tampering.
"ULTRA MAGNUS!"
Krok has never been imposing. He's neither tall nor bristling with weaponry, and his position as a strategist doesn't afford him many chances to practise being terrifying. But he has a voice, and it booms through the corridors like cannon fire as he storms toward the door of Tyrest's Chosen. If he holds onto his anger and his outrage, he can keep moving. If he holds onto the anger, he doesn't have to think about the way his spark aches and how he's inches from falling apart.
Fulcrum doesn't even sound like Fulcrum any more. It's like when they first found him. It's like the Fulcrum who made the leap for them is gone. And Krok knows who took him away. Krok knows who's responsible and there will be accountability or he will make his own justice.
He's pounding a fist on Ultra Magnus' door – the hand not clutching a plunger switch that he presses obsessively and repeatedly even as he stands there – before he even realises he's standing in front of it. He can barely see what he's doing; his optics are too bright, filaments overheating, light spilling from the corners in trails that follow him as he moves.
"ULTRA MAGNUS, ANSWER ME!"