Unfinished 28
This one's unfinished, but I need some kind of response to it... I want to know if it's too cheesy or too corny or what....so... I'm putting this up so hopefully someone will tell me one way or the other.
On-Her-Knees Wildfire
Wildfire grumbled as she stalked out of the make-shift repair bay. She’s been forced to wait for a medic who could properly calibrate her optics since Slapdash pushed her out one of Iacon’s secret passageways. If they could have spared the time to start with she could have helped the medics with all the injured, but for some reason, no one thought of that.
So here she was now, finally out of the repair bay, her optics finally working properly, but nothing to do. Well maybe not nothing, as soon as she found Slapdash. She was going to give the Chief Medic an audio full. He knows that she’s one of the best damn medics he’s trained, even if he won’t admit it. So why had she been left to wait until everyone else had been fixed before anyone even bothered to calibrate her optics? It didn’t take that long, and she could have been helping.
“Stupid fragged medics.” Wildfire grumbled to herself as she tried to find her way around the new underground base they’d been forced into.
It wouldn’t have been so bad if she had been able to see one of the other Cross-cuts, but from what she had heard, the group had gone to another base. They were currently on their way here, but it was going to take a few days. As much as she hated being separated from Sideswipe, she was glad he wasn’t here right now. She’d probably only get angry at him for no reason and start an argument or fight. And right now, she didn’t feel much like fighting.
As she turned the corner, she realized that she had found the lounge of the base. Happy for the fact that she could possibly get some fresh energon, Wildfire walked in. The din of voices fell silent as she stepped in, she scowled at the bots. Did she really look THAT bad that they had to all stop and stare at her.
Ignoring the looks as best she could, Wildfire walked over to the dispenser, grabbed a cube and took a long drink. It felt better to have new energon flowing through her systems and she wasn’t about to let a group of dumb bots interrupt that. Soon enough the conversations started up again, but the medic ignored them, she didn’t want to know what the latest gossip was, since it most likely involved her.
The mostly orange femme decided to look around the room, as it seemed to be decorated with stuff already and started walking around. She stopped when she got to the MIA and KIA listings on the other side of the room. Some of the conversations stopped again. Growling Wildfire began looking through the lists to see if anyone she knew was on them.
Roddy was finally off the KIA list. Optimus was such an idiot to put him on it in the first place. Wildfire thought as she scanned the MIA list first. It didn’t take too long. The Cross-cuts were alright so far, no one was missing. She then turned to the KIAs and started to scan through. No the Cross-Cuts were alright, no one was on...
The cube of energon Wildfire held fell to the floor, forgotten as the femme tried to process the name she saw. It couldn’t be. He couldn’t be dead. Growling loudly, she stormed from the room and made her way back to the repair bay.
“It’s not a joke, and there’s nothing wrong with your optics.” A voice called out, breaking into Wildfire’s dark mood.
“There HAS to be something wrong with them! He’s not suppose to die!” Wildfire growled out. “Overload, he was too good to die!”
“I know. But he did kid. He did.”
Wildfire dropped to her knees and leaned her shoulder on the wall closest to her. Overload wouldn’t lie to her, not about this. This was the one thing they had agreed on when she had started to prank Slapdash. No messing with the KIA and MIA lists. It just wasn’t right. Overload knew that and talked her out of doing it once when she was really mad at the former CMO.
“Tell me this is some sort of elaborate joke. Please?”
“You know it isn’t. Star Angle, you both agreed not to do this. He kept his promise, to the end.” Overload told the femme as he crouched down by her, “He cared too much for you to put your through that kind of pain fro a joke.”
“SLAGIT!” Wildfire yelled as she threw the side of her fist into the wall, “I WANT this to be a joke! I want to see ‘Dash come storming by here and telling me to get back to work. I DON’T want him to be dead!”
“Neither do I kid. Neither do I.”
And any ideas on how to end this would be good too.
And yes I know I should be in bed.. I'm going now. ^_^
On-Her-Knees Wildfire
Wildfire grumbled as she stalked out of the make-shift repair bay. She’s been forced to wait for a medic who could properly calibrate her optics since Slapdash pushed her out one of Iacon’s secret passageways. If they could have spared the time to start with she could have helped the medics with all the injured, but for some reason, no one thought of that.
So here she was now, finally out of the repair bay, her optics finally working properly, but nothing to do. Well maybe not nothing, as soon as she found Slapdash. She was going to give the Chief Medic an audio full. He knows that she’s one of the best damn medics he’s trained, even if he won’t admit it. So why had she been left to wait until everyone else had been fixed before anyone even bothered to calibrate her optics? It didn’t take that long, and she could have been helping.
“Stupid fragged medics.” Wildfire grumbled to herself as she tried to find her way around the new underground base they’d been forced into.
It wouldn’t have been so bad if she had been able to see one of the other Cross-cuts, but from what she had heard, the group had gone to another base. They were currently on their way here, but it was going to take a few days. As much as she hated being separated from Sideswipe, she was glad he wasn’t here right now. She’d probably only get angry at him for no reason and start an argument or fight. And right now, she didn’t feel much like fighting.
As she turned the corner, she realized that she had found the lounge of the base. Happy for the fact that she could possibly get some fresh energon, Wildfire walked in. The din of voices fell silent as she stepped in, she scowled at the bots. Did she really look THAT bad that they had to all stop and stare at her.
Ignoring the looks as best she could, Wildfire walked over to the dispenser, grabbed a cube and took a long drink. It felt better to have new energon flowing through her systems and she wasn’t about to let a group of dumb bots interrupt that. Soon enough the conversations started up again, but the medic ignored them, she didn’t want to know what the latest gossip was, since it most likely involved her.
The mostly orange femme decided to look around the room, as it seemed to be decorated with stuff already and started walking around. She stopped when she got to the MIA and KIA listings on the other side of the room. Some of the conversations stopped again. Growling Wildfire began looking through the lists to see if anyone she knew was on them.
Roddy was finally off the KIA list. Optimus was such an idiot to put him on it in the first place. Wildfire thought as she scanned the MIA list first. It didn’t take too long. The Cross-cuts were alright so far, no one was missing. She then turned to the KIAs and started to scan through. No the Cross-Cuts were alright, no one was on...
The cube of energon Wildfire held fell to the floor, forgotten as the femme tried to process the name she saw. It couldn’t be. He couldn’t be dead. Growling loudly, she stormed from the room and made her way back to the repair bay.
“It’s not a joke, and there’s nothing wrong with your optics.” A voice called out, breaking into Wildfire’s dark mood.
“There HAS to be something wrong with them! He’s not suppose to die!” Wildfire growled out. “Overload, he was too good to die!”
“I know. But he did kid. He did.”
Wildfire dropped to her knees and leaned her shoulder on the wall closest to her. Overload wouldn’t lie to her, not about this. This was the one thing they had agreed on when she had started to prank Slapdash. No messing with the KIA and MIA lists. It just wasn’t right. Overload knew that and talked her out of doing it once when she was really mad at the former CMO.
“Tell me this is some sort of elaborate joke. Please?”
“You know it isn’t. Star Angle, you both agreed not to do this. He kept his promise, to the end.” Overload told the femme as he crouched down by her, “He cared too much for you to put your through that kind of pain fro a joke.”
“SLAGIT!” Wildfire yelled as she threw the side of her fist into the wall, “I WANT this to be a joke! I want to see ‘Dash come storming by here and telling me to get back to work. I DON’T want him to be dead!”
“Neither do I kid. Neither do I.”
And any ideas on how to end this would be good too.
And yes I know I should be in bed.. I'm going now. ^_^