re: episode 15

[redshitlord]

Soooo...

We don't have to tell anyone ever about that uh. That whole thing, right? I mean, no one has to know! I'm pretty sure they're not going to talk about it ever, too.

Who wants to hear about whatever bonehead boring thing Strongarm was dreaming about, anyway! No one, that's who. Just like no one needs to know about mine, either. Because hellooo snoozefest. Scratched paint is a real bummer! Worst dream ever!

[Sideswipe you're a lying liar who lies.]

Right?

[No.]

Why are you looking at me like that?

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[transformplease]

Sideswipe.

[Okay, he's going to try and be Mr. Leader now. He only hopes he gets this right.]

Your fears are no one's business but your own. The only thing is to not let them control you. I know you--and you know you even better. That won't happen.

[He smiles, almost sadly. Reminiscing over his own.]

I like to think I picked a reliable team.

[redshitlord]

... uh. Wow, okay, way to Optimus there, Bee.

[But he does. Sound. Appreciative. In his own special way.]

But yeah, it's nothing! Who's going to get scared of a little chipped paint? Pretty sure that guy just clipped me with his weird... screamy waves.

[HAHAHAH ISN'T HE COOL.]

I'm not scared of anything. At all.


...


But thanks.

[transformplease]

...

[His shoulders slump a little, eyes softening.]

If it helps, my fear had me spooked beyond all belief.

[redshitlord]

Wh--

Seriously? But you were fine. Doing leader stuff.

[transformplease]

Doesn't mean I can't get scared too. It's...hard figuring that out. But if I've learned one thing from you, it's that a leader is no different than a soldier inside.

And that includes getting scared.


...


Not that I'm telling what mine was or anything.

[redshitlord]

Yeah, see, thing is? I'm not a soldier. I'm more like a ... a thing. A free thing.

Who doesn't get scared.

Because I'm not telling you mine, either.

[robocreep]

[He was summoned by the sound of some tiny baby screaming.

Imagine his surprise when it's some asshole with an ugly helm.

Hello, new football.]

[redshitlord]

[Hey at least he has a mouth to scream with HAHA.]

Uh.

Do you need something?

[robocreep]

[No he's just here to bother you. He'd be less of an asshole if he hadn't spent the last year or so in the fucking shadow zone.

Oops.

The Decepticon decals on his shoulders should be obvious, considering they're bright gold. There's just a soft hiss from the spy as he makes a motion to move forward.]

[transformplease]

[Cue the small sigh from Bee--he forgets that half of his team is the equivalent of civilian class...]

Well, you'd certainly make it as one.

Point is, no one's going to think less of you. Especially not me.

[redshitlord]

Psh, and end up like Strongarm? No way.

[wait what.]

... uhhh. Wait. Back up. I think I heard you wrong for a sec.

[redshitlord]

... Yeah, okay, I should. Proooobably move along!

Stuff to do! You know how it is!

[HAHAHA oh scrap who is this he'd take the stupid moose over tall dark and silent.]

[transformplease]

....You know, I'm a soldier too.

[For the record.]

And I meant what I said. You've got nothing to prove to me, Sideswipe. You're a member of the team, and other than abandoning that team, there's nothing about you that would disappoint me.

[robocreep]

[He's insulted that moose is doing his technical job now.

Where do you think you're going, trash-baby.

A tentacle suddenly shoots out, trying to grab onto a leg.]

[redshitlord]

... Oh. Right. I kinda... y'know. Conveniently forgot that part.

[Dammit, Bee. Why you gotta be all understanding and supportive? It makes this 'badass loner' thing really hard.]

I, uh.




You've really been practicing the whole... Optimus Speech thing. Haven't you?

[transformplease]

...No.

[But don't stop there! His wings flick up, leaning in slightly with eyes wide as dinner plates.]

Did I sound like him just now? Tell me what I did--I need this for the future.

[redshitlord]

[sdhfjds NOT AS PLANNED. He leans away a bit, holding his hands up.]

You just sounded all. In charge and stuff!

[Cue vague gestures here.]

I talked to the guy like once, okay?