#teaandsortie

[ask-smokescreen]

‘Courting, Young Sir, is how we did “dating” before the war.  We’d take the time to make ourselves interesting to potential mates while at the same time showing flatteries to said person.  It took some years, but most found it rewarding.’

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I don’t get why you can’t call it dating, then! What’s the big difference between courting and dating? Is there any difference?

I’m not that young

[autobot-scout-riella]

Leave a “Nurse Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character healing yours.

((This could be amusing for a few posts because of their mass difference.))

“Sortie? Sortie, can you hear me? Sortie?” Riella pulled uselessly on the much larger ‘bot’s shoulder, already knowing she wouldn’t be able to move him. She could patch up an injury-maybe. She couldn’t get him to an actual medic. “Okay. Okay, I can do this.” It wasn’t a fatal injury-she should be able to get it somewhat patched up and keep him together until a medic could show up. “Just - tell me if anything changes. System scans and so forth. Okay?”

[cybertronian-swordsmecharchive]

Say, what area is Claymore living in? Since we will be playing on Earth in the present time, it presents the opportunity to include current and forecasted weather conditions and seasonal variations. Just to add some spice to the stories. I'd also like to find pictures of the area, to make sure I describe it correctly, unless NW Scotland was a good guess.

To be honest, I usually just put him somewhere in South East Scotland, so it was a pretty good guess. The main reason I picked there is due to there actually being an abandoned air field around there at one point, apparently.

((Gonna post this publicly for the headcanon tag))

[cybertronian-swordsmecharchive]

tea-and-sortie approaches...

Another day, another stranger on the runway. Claymore watched the other seeker approaching him warily, remaining where he sat by his hangar even when the stranger got close. Only when they were almost next to him did he finally get up, looking them over and uttering a gruff “Y’need something?”

[autobot-scout-riella]

Send me a "♦"

That was another difficult question. It took a while to decide on one word - most of those that came to mind were conflicting. “Patient.”

[autobot-scout-riella]

Cleared For Duty

She’d procrastinated as long as she possibly could, trying to come up with reasons to avoid Smokescreen’s office. She had training, she had patrol (never mind that she’d argued for it until the medic on duty cleared her for one patrol if she’d shut up and go away, it was scheduled), she needed to rest, she needed to refuel. And when she ran out of excuses for herself, she reasoned that the Chief Psychologist undoubtedly had bigger things to deal with and was busy. After all, it was not that serious.

But sleep was getting difficult, even with the coding suppressing any memory of her nightmares. And she knew she wouldn’t be able to avoid Sortie forever, and he would follow up on their conversation. Procrastination was only a temporary solution.

That was how she found herself in the hallway outside Smokescreen’s office, fidgeting nervously just out of sight of the door. She didn’t need this. She wasn’t broken. 

But she’d as good as promised. And the sooner she got this over with, the sooner she could walk away and pretend it had never happened.

Jaw tight and optics narrowed, she stalked down to the door and rapped lightly on the doorframe. “Sir?”

drsmokescreen

[autobot-scout-riella]

Job Hazards

Riella stared down the practice range at the scorch marks on her target. Five shots, five guaranteed kills. She’d worked for that accuracy. She’d practiced for so long that lining up a lethal shot was quick and uncomplicated.

And far too easy. 

She lowered the gun, noticing that her hands shook almost imperceptibly. Five shots, five kills. She hadn’t needed more than one.

She hadn’t even needed one. His gun had been offline.

The range wasn’t helping. She turned her back abruptly and left without bothering to speak to any of the others on the range. She needed to talk, and not to another black-ops specialist.

Without really thinking, she switched over to a comm frequency she’d only used once or twice. If he didn’t answer, that was fine. She would be fine.

::Sortie? Are you busy?::

tea-and-sortie

[burnished-archived]

I do. It bothers me very much to see mechanical nomenclature so misused and no effort to understand how to use it right. The attempt to turn a mechanical race into a terran species is especially upsetting. >>I had noticed your name dropping off the radar this spring, along with most others I had read for about two years.

(( My headcanon is that cybertronians are bio-mechanical beings, but bio in their sense is very unlike out organic idea of it. They talk about CNA in TFP, and Shockwave being the absolute logical creeper that he is.. made new life from this CNA.. and Synth-En, as well as the right conditions.

Perhaps only predacons have CNA on that level, that you could clone them in such a fashion.. But they are the supposed ancestors of present Cybertronians. So there could very well be a level of biological detail about these beings.

But they are mechanically(engine), electronically(motor and neural relays/system), and willfully(by the Spark) powered. The bio-mechanical parts of them are likely close-to-secondary systems that preform complex algorithms that purely mechanical systems couldn’t even dream of running. No amount of coding, programs, or anything could force a T-cog to work… T-cogs are so complex and delicate, they were said to be bio-mechanical by TFP’s characters anyway.. We know that t-cogs have limited life, they can only be used so many times before they are destroyed. And that it is easier to replace it with a donor than rebuild it.. because it likely isn’t rebuildable in the optics of a medic.

There has to be some sort of internal systems, biologically speaking, they synthesize their supplies of fluids and lubricators. While some of them might garner changing, I can imagine a mech living daily life on Cybertron would probably need internally placed filters changed very rarely.

Probably only when earth popped up, did some mecha change their systems’s fluids to man-created or earth-supplied due to the lack of original supply due to heavy injury, etc. Which could certainly make them more susceptible to needing frequent changes of fluids, manually.

But here I am, prattling on and on. But yeah. Make sense of what you can, haha. ))