Smokescreen was acting like a kicked cyberhound pup at the moment, and Primus help him but he is hard-pressed to keep his resolve. The Praxian was not a bad mech by any means, but he was still so young and impulsive. He would end up injuring, possibly even offlining himself and others one of these days with those Unicron-may-care stunts. He had to answer for his actions and face the consequences accordingly. Optimus must approach this carefully, and he wracks his processor for ideas on the long drive back to base.
By the time they rolled into the base, however, he settles on a course of action.
“Follow me,” he rumbled, pedes thudding heavily as he walks in the direction of the training salle. When the doors close behind them, he turns again with that same stern expression.
“Take a fighting stance,” the Prime orders, his battlemask sliding into place over his faceplate. He takes a similar stance; however, it is distinctly a form one would take in a spar, not in the heat of battle. “If you insist on tearing around like you live on Velocitron, your reflexes and awareness of your surroundings must match accordingly. Your slow response time could have gotten you offlined today; we will turn our attention to correcting that.”
the drive was calm. gentle , earth’s sun high in the sky-- but the anticipation ate at the youngling’s tanks , something akin to acid deteriorating metal. the base was in view && smokescreen suddenly didn’t want to go back home-- he never felt good when he gets into trouble , but seems as he hadn’t any other choice. plus , he’s a grown mech. he shouldn’t feel as though he was a disobedient mechling about to be shoved in the corner after a paddling. shaking off the resentment , the young mech transformed after his commander. no hesitation this time , forcing his doorwings to flare upon his back.
he still cringed , however , once the right one flicked up. he’d definitely hurt it somehow , although he refused to get it checked. his steps were faster , lighter than the deep resound of heftier steps. once the training section was reached , smokescreen stopped once optimus settled his stern gaze over him. the young mech blinked for a second , listening to his words before doing as he was told-- lowering his body slightly , positioning his pedes sturdily upon the ground-- servos put into fists && gazing up at him through them. he narrowed his eyes , focusing in on the exceedingly large mech before him, ❝ sir. ❞ one word , ready for whatever came next.
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