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Ok since I'll have a lot of it done after the project I'm doing with @zeldageek35 and our cousin, how would y'all feel about having a full vocal transcription (as best as I can manage, it can be difficult to parse out exactly who's singing what at times) of the music in Operation Mincemeat? And if so, what songs should I prioritize?

#like probably an official score will be available at some point but #probably not for a while #so I was wondering if people were interested in me taking the time to do that #music theory #operation mincemeat

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(Just a quick blurb, not the part two I thought I was gonna do, but that means I'll have to add onto it one day. I don't know if I like it, but I'll check again and maybe edit it if I don't like it later. @quibble-auk)

Tw. Drugs, sad.

He was floating.

It felt so wonderful. He hadn't swam in so long. Comet moved fluidly through the water as the sun beat down through the green depths. Slipping past him and along his spine the greenery tickled his skin, down the river and around the bend Comet sighed at the familiar sensations. He felt his wings twitch with a sudden need to take flight however as he neared a sand bank. Slowly, for Comet felt no need to move quickly in this place, he followed the urge out of the water and into the pure sunlight. It warmed his skin and made him shiver in pleasure, he hadn’t felt so warm in so long. With ease he crawled up the large stones that guarded the bank, claws on his wings fitting into the well worn grooves. He had done this so many times, he could have done it with his eyes closed. Comet blinked once or twice to clear his vision once he reached the top of his familiar perch. Then continued blinking, the sun seemingly burned brighter, he growled at the almost painful sensation when it grew brighter still. When he opened his eyes again, the warmth was gone.

Panic almost gripped him when in its place was the cold light of an open door, not his sun. He blinked a couple more times silently praying that this was a nightmare. That he had fallen asleep by the river bend. But no, he felt the hope die as the things began to show themselves around the entrance, haloed in the icy light. Comet felt his eyes begin to burn as he tried his hardest to move, to get away. But seemingly, his limbs refused. His mind did the same, not sharpening or even running faster, as if stuck in mud. All he could muster was a warning growl as one of the Things entered. Its ugly face twisted and mouth moved. Vaguely in the back of Comet’s mind he felt that the Thing, was one he had seen before. Many times at that. Horrible dread came with the realisation that this wasn't the first time he had awoken to that door opening. How many times now? How long had he been in this nightmare? That paranoid part of his brain whimpered as the thing knelt down, hands open in a gentle gesture. Comet’s skin twitched in a memory that he couldn't himself recall. Then it touched him.

Memories of this thing coming and going strained to resurface as Comet willed himself to move. Like it did everytime, his flesh betrayed him. The thing only sighed, pinning him easily to the floor, soft coos echoing around the dark dank room.

With prying hands it poked and prodded Comet’s side and back. He cried out when a particular jab sent pain aching down his spine. The thing stopped before continuing to touch him, those awful noises filling the air. Comet the whole time felt his panic almost touch the surface, before seemingly being pulled back down again. As if some kind of sludge was drowning out his brain. He didn’t realise he was crying until the tears cut cold tracks down his cheeks. As quickly as it had come, the thing began to get up again. Comet felt his muscles instinctively try to stiffen and bunch up, pull himself away and leap for the door, but they only twitched in anxious bundles. He had a chance, he needed to move. Comet’s left foot managed a kick before the thing had him pinned again. As a sob wormed its way out of his throat the thing did something. The something hurt. Badly. Comet roared as an icy pain slowly inched its way up his veins and flesh from his neck. It froze every muscle in place and locked them. Panic still didn't surface properly however, by the time the cold had reached his head his eyes had begun to close. Comet fell into a dark cold void as the drugs took hold.

The medic sighed deeply once more as he pulled out the syringe with a huff. He had learned very quickly while tending to this creature that you never let it start moving. While seemingly a newspark the organic could still inflict heavy damage. The nearby gladiator, who had come as mostly a security measure, glared from the door, his arm in a thick metal brace from being caught in the organic’s jaw. It had severed major lines and crushed the thin plating of his inner elbow joint in the few clicks it had locked.

However when the Master of the Arena was told of the creature’s strength and inflicted damage while not even awake, he laughed, “I knew it was a good idea to buy that thing off those enforcers!” Without another glance he had sent the medic away, already planning the introductory brawl for the creature. Annoyed at the memory, and still angry that he was put up to babysit this thing, the medic ran one final check on the organic’s frame. Its severe injuries had healed rather well, a quick scan revealed. Those rough bleeding gashes and broken bones sealed without hardly a scar. A few more cycles and it could be introduced into the pits without any trouble. If given sufficient time for the sedatives to run their course. The medic scowled as he stood, that's probably what those idiots would do. More than once a Caller had scheduled a mech unfit for battle for a match. Leading to a waste of a medic’s time and resources. Why not just let them kill each other right then instead of sending them back, and doing it a cycle over. He scowled as he surveyed the small organic. It was almost uncanny how much it looked like a young cybertronian, with that thin unprotected frame. He had even caught himself cooing to the thing, trying to soothe it as anybot would. Even so, slowly, he gently checked that the creature was laying properly to not open any of his wounds, optics scanning the young face. His spark let out a sharp whine at the vulnerable thing, too close to a sparkling for his programming to ignore. A rumble is what pulled him out of his caring stupor, the gladiator at the door looking disgusted. In a sharp movement he snatched up his equipment and made his way for the door.

As he left the creature’s “room” he was met with curious glances, his security only growling before giving a harsh nod, checking the door’s seals and leaving the medic. Leaving him to the gossiping mechs who not so casually stayed near the end of the hall, heads bowed. He only sighed angrily as he turned on his heel, no. Knowing those Masters they'll wait till its a full stadium and the creature is as dangerous as it can be. The talk of a new gladiator, young and inexperienced, was spreading like wildfire.

Why would they mess up a chance like that?

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#concepts #transformers #He is stuck everybody #No twins to save him yet #probably not for a while #Some lore on who Comet used to be #You can't tell me every bot is totally ok with what looks like a child fighting something in an arena.#So #would apprenticeships be a thing?#like if a new gladiator survives long enough he might gain a mentor?#Just thoughts #this medic is bitter yall #so is the guy Comet chomped #thinking of how you said anything could be taken as a challenge #this may be a problem for Commy in the future #Cometeater

#one day i’ll be done editing this bastard #probably not for a while #but one day #jacksonscouts

I wish there was a way to tell everyone in your life "I am currently experiencing a mental breakdown and so will not be available/reliably reachable for the foreseeable future" without having to actually, y'know, mention the mental breakdown part