Post by Hellbender on Jan 14, 2012 11:33:11 GMT -5
In Jetsam, Ultra Magnus at first yielding to his hatred of the Decepticons...
...and then slowly remembering just what he stands for and changing his attitude was really nicely done.
But he's still not exactly all warm and fuzzy about Decepticons; he takes refuge in tactical necessity. Again, well done.
Ultra Magnus ignores the call for a vote, watching and listening instead. He leans forward on the console and takes in the furious scene with a narrow-eyed gaze. He stands by his insistence to leave Blast Off to whatever fate he's found, he tells himself. Blast Off is a Decepticon, and by that merit alone has Magnus's spite and bitterness.
...and then slowly remembering just what he stands for and changing his attitude was really nicely done.
But it wasn't so long ago in his too-long life that he believed he was rehabilitating Decepticons under his command. It wasn't so long ago that all he wanted was peace. It wasn't so long ago that he would have thrown himself at a threat like the mad guardian without a second thought to defend a fellow – and Blast Off, some version of him, was a fellow to Magnus once – against such an assailant. The pinched glare on his face slowly gives way to something more like disgust and horror as he thinks, and his hands tighten into fists. The longer he watches, the more he aches to throw himself into the fray and tear both of them apart. He might need another patch installed when the mission is over.
"…What's wrong with me?" he mutters to himself, looking down at his hands.
"…What's wrong with me?" he mutters to himself, looking down at his hands.
But he's still not exactly all warm and fuzzy about Decepticons; he takes refuge in tactical necessity. Again, well done.
Surely that thing, whoever or whatever it is, will come after them when it's done with Blast Off. That's reason enough to stop it, thinks Magnus, and he rationalises against the urge to let the Decepticon die that he isn't really helping Blast Off. He looks up again and his expression has turned grim. Aloud, he says, "That thing will probably come after us next. We need to kill it." Not stop it. Not distract it or run it off. Kill it.