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Post by Rodimus Prime on Mar 5, 2011 0:52:22 GMT -5
Month 1, Week 1, late Day 1. After Feet of Clay. Semi-Private.
Rodimus Prime is still in quarantine at this point, though he's no longer infected and has been declared safe to be around. He's been treated with Corrostop. The quarantine is "just a precaution" at this point, and he can have visitors with medical staff's permission.
Repairs are still in their early stages. Rodimus can remain conscious for an hour or two here or there, but he's still missing body parts and a good portion of the silver metal on his face has yet to be replaced. Much to his own irritation, he still looks terrible.
At the moment, he's in a defragmentation cycle. In his next few days here, as he spends more of his time in medical, it'll become obvious that he defragments fitfully. This is a relatively quiet one, if only because he's still too damaged for much worse. Now and again, his vocalizer, now able to produce speech with a heavier electronic twang than he normally possesses, makes a soft keening noise and he attempts to shift in his berth.
He won't be out much longer. While his damage may prevent him from being awake for too long, other things keep him from his sleep.
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Fragile
Mar 6, 2011 21:50:23 GMT -5
Post by Emirate Xaaron on Mar 6, 2011 21:50:23 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron wanted to come earlier, despite his own damages. However, coming down with Cosmic Rust himself would have been less than ideal. By the time he makes it there - a thousand little crises get in the way, as they always do - the poor child is asleep.
Emirate Xaaron sighs and grabs a chair. Perhaps he should get a cot? Rodimus Prime is his roommate for a reason, and it isn't for the view.
He frowns over the keening and shifting. It was too much to hope that those good dreams would last long.
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Fragile
Mar 6, 2011 22:52:49 GMT -5
Post by Rodimus Prime on Mar 6, 2011 22:52:49 GMT -5
Rodimus couldn't stay asleep for very long if he wanted to.
And he does.
His good optic flickers into life and he looks around dimly. His defragmentation cycle isn't complete, and his expression (at least as much as can be determined, given that all his face isn't working) is confused as he looks around the area. He spies Emirate Xaaron and then stares at him with dim bafflement for a time before finally one optic widens in compression.
"Oh," he murmurs quietly. "F'r a moment, thought you were me."
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Fragile
Mar 6, 2011 23:08:57 GMT -5
Post by Emirate Xaaron on Mar 6, 2011 23:08:57 GMT -5
"No, Prime," Emirate Xaaron replies with a hint of sadness. "I am a poor mirror, I am afraid."
Poor, poor disoriented Rodimus Prime, to be so confused! Emirate Xaaron looks over him, fretting. What is there to be said?
"Is there anything I can do for you now?"
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Fragile
Mar 6, 2011 23:36:56 GMT -5
Post by Rodimus Prime on Mar 6, 2011 23:36:56 GMT -5
"You're almost shiny enough," Rodimus says, smiling with the corner of his mouth that still works. His voice has far more electronic twang than usual, only a hint of its usual character remains, but still, both his tiredness and the echos of his mischievousness are there. "Maybe just a bit more polish..."
At Xaaron's question, he lets his head fall back against the berth and considers. "Don't know. How's your s-singing voice?"
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Mar 7, 2011 0:11:29 GMT -5
The left corner of Emirate Xaaron's mouth tugs up, and he looks at the ceiling for a moment. Ah, to be young and so ebulliently resilient of mood. He then looks down at his chest, places one hand on either side of it, and opines, "I have better things to be doing than shining myself."
He looks back up and admits, "I think it's pretty good." If he didn't have a nice voice, it'd be hard to get people to listen to him!
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Mar 7, 2011 9:21:00 GMT -5
Rodimus barks out an electronic laugh. "If that's the case," he buzzes out, "why go with such high-reflection colors?"
Most of the young Prime's face isn't working like it should. Over the rest, he exerts a monumental effort to stay dead pan. Even with only one corner of his lips even willing to display a smirky smile, he fails.
"Okay, then. Sing me a lullabye."
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Fragile
Mar 7, 2011 20:12:59 GMT -5
Post by Emirate Xaaron on Mar 7, 2011 20:12:59 GMT -5
"Gold doesn't rust," Emirate Xaaron sniffs, dropping his hands to his lap.
He takes a long moment. If there are songs to soothe one's creations, Emirate Xaaron does not know them; he has been a poor father to the Autobots who were made at his behest, and there was never a one to sing such a song to him, in the long ago time when he was young. Songs for one's lover would be entirely inappropriate.
There are songs, though, for the battlefield, soldier to soldier, songs without care for rank of seniority, to keep back the creeping dark in the quiet spaces between the shelling. Emirate Xaaron uncompresses one of them, and he starts to sing softly, taking a tenor's part, "Today's for falling Tripping down trenches Sergeant's calling Down on the benches You just can't rest
"There's fire in the air There's fire on the ground It just isn't fair It just isn't sound We'll all attest
"But tomorrow's for rising And rise we will For the dead are falling So we'll rise still Half-fresh at best"
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Fragile
Mar 7, 2011 22:20:17 GMT -5
Post by Rodimus Prime on Mar 7, 2011 22:20:17 GMT -5
Rodimus makes a quiet, scratching noise that resembles faint laughter. "Wow," he rasps out softly. "I didn't expect you to actually do that." He shifts a little, getting into the position that he usually falls into defrag from. As restless as he is, he generally doesn't stay in that position once he's been asleep for any length of time, but he does have a standard 'starting' position.
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Fragile
Mar 7, 2011 22:49:54 GMT -5
Post by Emirate Xaaron on Mar 7, 2011 22:49:54 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron snorts quite crossly as Rodimus Prime laughs at his singing. He crosses his arms and sulks a bit. What? Emirate Xaaron was never a babysitter like Daniel! He points out quietly, "I asked what I could do for you. It was not an unreasonable request."
But perhaps the Prime will be off to defrag again.
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Fragile
Mar 7, 2011 23:37:27 GMT -5
Post by Rodimus Prime on Mar 7, 2011 23:37:27 GMT -5
"Yeah, I know, I know," he murmurs softly. "I just... didn't... expect..."
And Rodimus never finishes the sentence, because he his processor has already shut down primary functions in an attempt to complete the interrupted defragmentation cycle.
The uneasy nature of it, however, means that it still takes longer than it should, and it's another fifteen minutes later when he wakes up again. His optic glows faintly and he spots Emirate Xaaron once more.
"Don't you... have anything else to do?" he asks.
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Fragile
Mar 8, 2011 16:01:18 GMT -5
Post by Emirate Xaaron on Mar 8, 2011 16:01:18 GMT -5
When Rodimus Prime drifts into wakefulness and want to know why Emirate Xaaron is still here, Emirate Xaaron holds up a datapad and teases, "Who says I'm not doing it?"
He does add, "If you don't want me here, I can go, but you can't blame me for worrying."
Emirate Xaaron will just go fret over the other soldiers.
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Fragile
Mar 8, 2011 22:05:57 GMT -5
Post by Rodimus Prime on Mar 8, 2011 22:05:57 GMT -5
"Naw. Not that... not that I don't want you to here, but..." Rodimus trails off for a moment, frowning faintly as he loses his train of thought.
"The others. We won, but... how did everyone come out?"
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Fragile
Mar 9, 2011 21:53:08 GMT -5
Post by Emirate Xaaron on Mar 9, 2011 21:53:08 GMT -5
"Fairly severe damages on some and Spy Shot 6 is still missing," Emirate Xaaron reports, looking over his datapad. He grimaces. So young! "We haven't recovered any con dead as yet."
"Not bad."
Only one potential death on their side - he's certainly seen worse engagements.
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Fragile
Mar 10, 2011 16:15:37 GMT -5
Post by Rodimus Prime on Mar 10, 2011 16:15:37 GMT -5
Rodimus scowls. "Not good, either," he mutters. Damages, even severe ones, don't trouble him so long as they're fully repairable, but a missing comrade.. that's another matter. And while Rodimus, too, has been part of far worse engagements, he tends to take every death personally.
"He'll be hard to find. It's been confirmed that he was on the ship when the attack began, right?"
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