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Ravage is not used to standing at a console, and as glad as he is to be done with dirty work, wet work, and missions that took him away from his home for weeks, months or years, he still does not have the first idea what to do with himself, sometimes.
His correspondence is a mess, despite the cheery note from Esmeral that assures him he can do this, and do it well. In his new role, it's difficult to be sure what is or isn't important. Notifications from The Big Conversation could be as trivial as people liking an image he posted two years ago, or as important as someone on Soundwave's war council wanting to have a word with him about a statement he made on First Principles.
Or as annoying as a fuel bill that isn't actually theirs, or that message from Swindle about the outtakes of the propaganda posters he posed for thirty years ago. How bad could those actually be? Oh slag those are bad. How did he get that string of beads caught on that latch and why does he not remember it? It looks painful. Was he drinking when he posed for that? He doesn’t look drunk. Is that really him, was this shopped? No such luck, there’s that mark that neither Hook nor Glit nor Knock Out could ever buff out.
On the other hand there are a lot of people in the movement who will really like that image, even if Soundwave will grumble a lot. When he’s not being smug.
There is a lot of noise coming from outside and it's not just the construction noise that Ravage is used to.
The twins. Are playing. In the scaffolding for the hostel.
"Rumble will you kindly remove your aft from the scaffolding before I authorise Clobber to do it for you?" Oh Primus' oozing aftvent is that a bomb? Yes. Yes, that is a bomb. "Rumble! Get DOWN!"
Rumble picks the bomb up and tosses it to Frenzy. “Relax, Mooooooooooooooooooom, it’s a dud!”
This is not happening. This cannot be the day that Ravage is having.
“Catch, Mooooooooooooooooooom!” Frenzy tosses it at Ravage, who was about to yell for Clobber when he decides to stop, drop and roll away instead, then watches the ‘dud’ roll into the forest and level about 8 of the huge primordial looking old growth trees at the edge of the Wilds.
Ravage wonders how the anti-violence field processes things without any volition. Would the bomb have blown up if it had hit him? Or would the thing have stayed a dud as long as it was close enough to a person to damage them?
“Are your processors made of lead?” Ravage snaps. “We still don’t understand how the anti-violence field works! And if we did, and we were sure about it, well, now we have no way of knowing where that even came from or who might have put it there!”
“Anti-violence field?”
“No wonder Buzzsaw says he never has any fun when he’s out!”
“When has Buzzsaw been out? You two just—“
“Wait until your carrier gets home!” the twins yell in unison with Ravage.
“All the two of you ever do any more when you’re both here is have internet meetings and frag,” Frenzy adds helpfully. “Unless Ben’s here. He should just move in already!”
“Sometimes they sleep,” says Rumble. “That’s when the yowling stops.”
“I hate you both so much right now,” says Ravage.
“You will stop talking like that to the Glorious Lord Megatron’s Chosen Heir and the Beloved Consort of the Lord Protector Soundwave!” Lugnut bellows from the other set of scaffolds. “You will behave yourselves, Rumble and Frenzy!”
Ravage buries his face in his paws. It’s helpful—maybe—but Predaking, Marion the kelpie, and the Eliksni probably all heard that. “How is this even my life?”
Clobber leans over and helps Ravage up. “You have been blessed by Primus,” she says with complete certitude. She is only a little less loud than her brother.
Ravage thinks maybe that Primus could go bless somebody else for a while.
His correspondence is a mess, despite the cheery note from Esmeral that assures him he can do this, and do it well. In his new role, it's difficult to be sure what is or isn't important. Notifications from The Big Conversation could be as trivial as people liking an image he posted two years ago, or as important as someone on Soundwave's war council wanting to have a word with him about a statement he made on First Principles.
Or as annoying as a fuel bill that isn't actually theirs, or that message from Swindle about the outtakes of the propaganda posters he posed for thirty years ago. How bad could those actually be? Oh slag those are bad. How did he get that string of beads caught on that latch and why does he not remember it? It looks painful. Was he drinking when he posed for that? He doesn’t look drunk. Is that really him, was this shopped? No such luck, there’s that mark that neither Hook nor Glit nor Knock Out could ever buff out.
On the other hand there are a lot of people in the movement who will really like that image, even if Soundwave will grumble a lot. When he’s not being smug.
There is a lot of noise coming from outside and it's not just the construction noise that Ravage is used to.
The twins. Are playing. In the scaffolding for the hostel.
"Rumble will you kindly remove your aft from the scaffolding before I authorise Clobber to do it for you?" Oh Primus' oozing aftvent is that a bomb? Yes. Yes, that is a bomb. "Rumble! Get DOWN!"
Rumble picks the bomb up and tosses it to Frenzy. “Relax, Mooooooooooooooooooom, it’s a dud!”
This is not happening. This cannot be the day that Ravage is having.
“Catch, Mooooooooooooooooooom!” Frenzy tosses it at Ravage, who was about to yell for Clobber when he decides to stop, drop and roll away instead, then watches the ‘dud’ roll into the forest and level about 8 of the huge primordial looking old growth trees at the edge of the Wilds.
Ravage wonders how the anti-violence field processes things without any volition. Would the bomb have blown up if it had hit him? Or would the thing have stayed a dud as long as it was close enough to a person to damage them?
“Are your processors made of lead?” Ravage snaps. “We still don’t understand how the anti-violence field works! And if we did, and we were sure about it, well, now we have no way of knowing where that even came from or who might have put it there!”
“Anti-violence field?”
“No wonder Buzzsaw says he never has any fun when he’s out!”
“When has Buzzsaw been out? You two just—“
“Wait until your carrier gets home!” the twins yell in unison with Ravage.
“All the two of you ever do any more when you’re both here is have internet meetings and frag,” Frenzy adds helpfully. “Unless Ben’s here. He should just move in already!”
“Sometimes they sleep,” says Rumble. “That’s when the yowling stops.”
“I hate you both so much right now,” says Ravage.
“You will stop talking like that to the Glorious Lord Megatron’s Chosen Heir and the Beloved Consort of the Lord Protector Soundwave!” Lugnut bellows from the other set of scaffolds. “You will behave yourselves, Rumble and Frenzy!”
Ravage buries his face in his paws. It’s helpful—maybe—but Predaking, Marion the kelpie, and the Eliksni probably all heard that. “How is this even my life?”
Clobber leans over and helps Ravage up. “You have been blessed by Primus,” she says with complete certitude. She is only a little less loud than her brother.
Ravage thinks maybe that Primus could go bless somebody else for a while.
