#post war verse

[silverxwords]

@tacticturn | cont. from x

Megatron turns away from the window, at the knock; the datapad in his servos is set aside to place it atop the table near him. Even as he turns he's frowning, prepared for some blustering politico, or some gawker come to see and tell themselves Megatron is no more a threat--

Ah.

He's not entirely wrong, is he? Starscream fits all the descriptors for both. Red optics flicker, and he cycles a long vent, gaze taking in the Seeker who struts into his living space like he owns it.

"... Starscream." He greets, a low rumble that is somehow both greeting and warning.

[mantis-scope-moved]

An Old Face

@migrantmechanic

It had been somewhere around a year, since he’d had more than a few extranet messages of communication with Tali’Zorah; longer since he’d seen her in person, back on the ship that had somehow saved the galaxy. Bittersweet memories, all of them.

But that was hopefully not what kept them apart. It was responsibility, and Tali had made hers apparent; Rannoch was taken back, and her dream had been realized.

And who was he to get in the way of that?

Besides, Garrus had his own homeworld to worry about, ravaged and in desperate need of organization. It was easy to lose himself in that.

But the time came where he had to buck up and establish a line of communication-- in this sense, a hologram projection, one he was silently hoping Tali wasn’t going to ignore.

[ononetruething-blog]

Post War Starter for Horns-and-Heels

All across Cybertron bots were coming and going. Many of the cities had been rebuilt and repaired while colonists traveled home, but others that had stayed on Cybertron had much to give to the rebuilding as well. The project was going smoothly, with two teams working. The Constructicons and the Build Team. On the outskirts of one of the cities, Deconstruction was going on, one of the old buildings was going to be torn down and collapsed atop itself. The Build Team was on this job. Wedge gave the final safety checks. “Hightower, are the inverted deflectors ready?” “Ready and waiting, Wedge. No civie is going to get hit with any debris on our watch.” The Crane bot said. Rolling out from the building came an excavator and dump-truck.  “Gradient and I just finished the sweep of the inside, Wedge.” Heavy Load said happily. “ No lost bots or critters!” “ It’s ready to come down, Sir.” Gradient said and converted to his root mode before heading over to one of the deflectors, as did Wedge and Heavy Load. One deflector per side to make maximum coverage.  That just left calling in the Demolitions Expert of the team.   While he was still new to the team, Demolishor was as good as his name. Give him a target and it would fall. He was still getting used to being a builder again, but at least he could use his skills to  help out.  Plus, he was getting paid. The tank con rolled around the base of the building and the insides planting remote mines before heading outside and Honking his horn loudly four times.  “Everyone Stand Clear!” He shouted,  His left arm missiles aiming to the sky. He need direct control of the missile, so he locked a tether to it and would use the ether to guide it down the shaft of the building to target. “ Good luck, Demolishor” Came Wedge’s voice. The Con Grunted as he focused on his task.  “ FIRE IN THE HOLE!”

[haganekotetsu]

"'Don't wanna go back to work'... I guess people get lazier when they get old. Maybe you should start thinking about retirement, Hagane-san? Time sure fly by, huh. Bet you have a sore back, now? weak knees? How many times this week have you said the following: 'Kids these days... Back in my day––!' ?" Is she mocking him for no reason at all? Yes, she is.

The raw days of his youth might have been spent but that might’ve been best for everyone involved. It paid to have a chip on his shoulder during times of war, activity, political tensions running high; he was always ready to go and did his best despite his grievances.

Now there was no immediate threat to the country, his loved ones, his fellow shinobi or his community. Fun happened more often, life grew more comfortable, and he nestled himself into his burrow of sweet treats and laziness like a bunny set to hibernate.

Tenten was right, though. He was much older now, the laugh lines on his face were starting to deepen and the knit between his more often than not furrowed brow was there to stay. Moles sprouted from his face and neck and arms. What was once nicely defined muscle was now packed under the extra pounds of happiness he’d found in the quiet years of his hibernation.

He was 33 now, pushing 34, looking more and more like his father the longer he let his hair grow out and his mustache untouched.

“I’m not old,” Kotetsu sternly corrected her with a squint in his eye, “my back hurts, sure! My knees hurt, yeah! But old’s what happens to people when they give up on their hopes and dreams and let life happen to them instead of taking it by its reigns and doing whatever the hell they want.”

He sets down the stack of nagamakis and nodachis Tenten had somehow convinced him to carry from the stalls at the weapons festival.

“And I’m gonna do whatever the hell I want, including not work!”

Which was funny enough; he fell in love with helping Tenten run her shop. It was a great place for him to sell the weapons he makes with his own hands and he never would’ve guessed how fulfilled he’d feel teaching someone a few things about running a forge and the sacred art of weapon smithing.

[sharpclawd]

"I've got the first aid kit. Sit down, and let me take care of those injuries."

@heartspurred | meme

Ricochet makes a disgruntled face, though it's slightly less effective for the scratches and scrapes down one side, the shoulder-mounted wheel well on the same side crumpled in-- and don't mind his slight limp either. "Pfft. This ain't nothing. You should see the other guy-- fragging cheater got what he deserved."

[sharpclawd]

So. He's looking into starting his own side business.

Anyone need a bit of backup for hire?

[ssevencaptain]

"Observe."

And then he lights a small campfire with with his zampaktou.

@baiika

[playkinshara]

By your side 'until 'till you heal

from here || @reservedhealer

The lieutenant carries on as if this is the most normal thing in the world. It's like she's acting on auto pilot - tools down, chart checked and Rose pulled into a sitting position. He grits his teeth, trying his best to orientate himself as she sweeps along, simply going through the motions. It feels as if he's been out a very long time.

"the light? it's fine"

He turns stiffly to the window - thinking light is the least of his concerns considering where he is. It's then he notes the carnage outside and the early memories of the war come flooding back with a gasp. They were invaded, the quincy...Izuru. He swallows at that, thinking there's no way Izuru could've survived an injury like the one he had, but not wanting to let the grief overwhelm him just yet. There's bigger things to worry about. Like just how the seireitei ended up like this...

"What happened?"

The words come out slowly. It's enough to mask the rising sense of anxiety He's still muggy headed and sore as hell. He racks his brains, finding gaps where there shouldn't be. Rose can't think of a reason for the soreness let alone why he should be here in the fourth. He knows he'd been ok during the first withdrawal. Everything goes black after that.

He looks up at Isane, not quite panicked, but certainly hoping she might be able to fill in some blanks.

"Was I badly hurt?"