Post by Perceptor on Aug 27, 2007 8:22:08 GMT -5
"Yes," Perceptor replies, nodding in agreement to Jazz's observations about Prime. "Very good. You are looking considerably better. Refraining from damages so severe in the future will be all the thanks I require, Jazz. I am merely pleased to see you functional again."
Perceptor's optics narrow as he briefly and critically examines the frenetic mech from head to toe and back again. "I see no problem in releasing you to more strenuous activities. I am certain that I can trust you to intuit your own limitations and behave accordingly?" the scientist observes mildly before he turns his attention to Skyblast.
"Optimus was directly responsible for Slingshot and the other Aerialbots' creation. It would not have been an easy thing for him to face."
"Yes, my reality... had a Ratchet," Perceptor adds, the briefest micropulse of hesitation in his statement as a serene mask settles over his features. "I assisted him often." Not often enough, unfortunately, or perhaps he might have learned the skills necessary to have saved Prime. Ratchet would have been able to, had he not already have been killed.
In a fit of wholly uncharacteristic stubborn and emotional illogic, Perceptor refuses to believe any other outcome. Ratchet would not have failed Optimus had he been there, and no amount of review of the fallen Prime's scans will sway the scientist's belief in that.
Rodimus, prior to Perceptor awakening on Gillanan III, had been shaping up to be a fine leader. Likable and courageous, if a bit brash, but eager and more wise than he would ever give himself credit for. Perceptor cannot begrudge the new Prime for the old. But he also cannot forget that it was upon his watch that the old Prime had fallen. Perhaps in a few years when the memories of all of their losses are not quite so fresh... Perhaps then, he will be able to place things into more objective perspective. For now, however, he still struggles, and buries his pensive thoughts as deeply as he may in his work.
As Long Haul had been quite vexed to discover when he'd had to drag the scientist away from the makeshift repair bay within Omega Supreme and enforce rest and recharge the morning after all of the more lightly wounded had been tended to.
As Long Haul makes his aborted offer, it strikes Perceptor quite suddenly just how... young this Long Haul is. The constructibot is no Wheelie, but there is a gulf of almost youthful vibrancy that spans between this mech and the Long Haul Perceptor had been more familiar with that the Robo-Smasher alone cannot account for.
Perceptor eyes Long Haul thoughtfully for a moment before offering, "Actually, the suggestion bears merit. We have begun exhausting the most easily scavenged materials from the nearest portions of our location. It would be advantageous for someone experienced with the materials we most urgently require to assist with the exploration and scavenging in more distant portions of the city."
And it's true; it only makes sense to send someone who knows what they need out to find what they need. That it would give both the restless Jazz and the eager Long Haul and opportunity to safely - relatively - expend their energies and enjoy themselves, well, that's just a coincidence. Surely. Perceptor offers them all a smile of cheerful innocence.
Perceptor's optics narrow as he briefly and critically examines the frenetic mech from head to toe and back again. "I see no problem in releasing you to more strenuous activities. I am certain that I can trust you to intuit your own limitations and behave accordingly?" the scientist observes mildly before he turns his attention to Skyblast.
"Optimus was directly responsible for Slingshot and the other Aerialbots' creation. It would not have been an easy thing for him to face."
"Yes, my reality... had a Ratchet," Perceptor adds, the briefest micropulse of hesitation in his statement as a serene mask settles over his features. "I assisted him often." Not often enough, unfortunately, or perhaps he might have learned the skills necessary to have saved Prime. Ratchet would have been able to, had he not already have been killed.
In a fit of wholly uncharacteristic stubborn and emotional illogic, Perceptor refuses to believe any other outcome. Ratchet would not have failed Optimus had he been there, and no amount of review of the fallen Prime's scans will sway the scientist's belief in that.
Rodimus, prior to Perceptor awakening on Gillanan III, had been shaping up to be a fine leader. Likable and courageous, if a bit brash, but eager and more wise than he would ever give himself credit for. Perceptor cannot begrudge the new Prime for the old. But he also cannot forget that it was upon his watch that the old Prime had fallen. Perhaps in a few years when the memories of all of their losses are not quite so fresh... Perhaps then, he will be able to place things into more objective perspective. For now, however, he still struggles, and buries his pensive thoughts as deeply as he may in his work.
As Long Haul had been quite vexed to discover when he'd had to drag the scientist away from the makeshift repair bay within Omega Supreme and enforce rest and recharge the morning after all of the more lightly wounded had been tended to.
As Long Haul makes his aborted offer, it strikes Perceptor quite suddenly just how... young this Long Haul is. The constructibot is no Wheelie, but there is a gulf of almost youthful vibrancy that spans between this mech and the Long Haul Perceptor had been more familiar with that the Robo-Smasher alone cannot account for.
Perceptor eyes Long Haul thoughtfully for a moment before offering, "Actually, the suggestion bears merit. We have begun exhausting the most easily scavenged materials from the nearest portions of our location. It would be advantageous for someone experienced with the materials we most urgently require to assist with the exploration and scavenging in more distant portions of the city."
And it's true; it only makes sense to send someone who knows what they need out to find what they need. That it would give both the restless Jazz and the eager Long Haul and opportunity to safely - relatively - expend their energies and enjoy themselves, well, that's just a coincidence. Surely. Perceptor offers them all a smile of cheerful innocence.