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2017-02-27 The S-Word

From Transformers: Lost and Found

The S-Word
Date 2017/02/27
Location Lost Light - Recreation -- Oil Baths
Participants Fortress Maximus, Waspinator
Summary Waspinator has a run in with a big mech... it doesn't go quite as he's used to.

There was really nothing like the oil baths anywhere Fortress Maximus was stationed during the war. That sort of luxury is just a bit foreign to him, and even now he's still not sure what to make of it. He's never been one for baths, anyway. He'd rather just shower, scrub himself down with something practical and clean-smelling, and be done with it.

But when half of you's just been rebuilt from scratch and reattached, sometimes the joints don't line up 100 percent. Once in a while they grind against each other in ways one doesn't notice until there's a problem. The medics at Delphi did an outright miraculous job, especially given their limited resources, but old wounds take a while to heal. His sparring match with Torque reminded Max of that.

So to the baths it is. He's partially immersed in one of the larger ones, alone, as he prefers it. It isn't too bad. (Nothing like oil to ease the tank treads.) It's honestly very relaxing; he could find himself falling asleep like this.

Fortress Maximus may like to find himself alone but it is very soon that he will not be. Outside the Oil Baths there is a very distinct, if quiet, buzzing before it suddenly cuts off. Its not long after that a green and very twitchy form comes through the doorway and into the Oil Baths, seemingly not noticing the large tank off to the side.

Waspinator mutters miserably to himself as he makes his way over to the showerheads, sharp digits scratching at his very sticky front. The bug had meant to go clean off the night before but had nearly run into some mechs he would rather not see. As a result he was forced to put off cleaning up until he knew most wouldn't be there. Its not long before he is crouched under a shower head and is letting the oil pelt him at full blast- wing occasionally twitching and scattering droplets around.

<FS3> Fortress_Maximus rolls Intimidation: Great Success. (6 2 2 7 7 4 8 3 8)

Max leans over the rim of the bath, resting his chin on his arms and dimming his optics. This really isn't so bad. He hasn't been this relaxed since he started reading in the library, and although he knows it's just a response to the temperature and the oil, he'll take it. He makes a drowsy mental note to mention that to Rung next session--

And he's splattered in the face by oil from Waspinator's wings, shattering his rare, temporary lull.

Being stressed and wound up all the time beneath the surface isn't fun. Finally feeling like you've started to escape that only to find oneself snapped out of it is somehow worse. Fortress Maximus's optics flare red as he spots Waspinator, the obvious culprit who clearly felt the need to disturb his peace because truce or no truce, Decepticons just can't leave well enough alone.

A great shadow emerges from the pool as Maximus stands, looming even while partially submerged, and glares at Waspinator.

"You think that's funny, 'Con?"

<FS3> Waspinator rolls Fate's Chewtoy: Success. (3 2 1 1 3 8 3 4 1 1 5)

Waspinator was just beginning to go into a lull of his own when Fortress Maximus, who he hadn't even noticed, rises from the oil like some harbinger of Unicron. A shriek of fear leaves the con before he tries to scrabble out of reach... only for his pede to slip on the now wet floor and go tumbling to the ground. With a very loud thud of metal, Waspinator scrambles to find some sort of purchase on the slippery floor as he loudly claims, "WAZZPINATOR DIDN'T DO IT!" When it becomes obvious he's not getting away in time, the bug freezes and cowers down into a fetal position. Meekly he whimpers out the question of, "What did Wazzpinator not do?"

"Don't play dumb!" Apparently while Max knows enough to identify Waspinator as a Decepticon, he's able to mistake Wasp for someone who would intentionally pick on a much larger mech. "I know what people say behind my back, that I'm a has-been and an easy target. You just wanna prove yourself by splashing the big, bad Autobot in the face so you can brag to your buddies about it later!" Congratulations, Wasp, Max is projecting onto you!

He balls his hands into fists, vents and stops himself. No getting into fights in the baths.

Waspinator has no idea what is going on. All the bug knows is that there is a very big and angry Autobot yelling nonsense at him in the Oil Baths where there is absolutely no chance of anyone potentially even coming to bear witness or save him. It is also very likely that Fort Max won't just stop at beating him unconscious. Waspinator doesnt have many of them but this classifies as a flee not hide situation. Lunging for the open spot past Max, the bug coils up and flings himself into action- ... only for his pede to slip yet again and cause him to go falling right back down into the oil.

Ok, so that didn't work. Down to the final resort. Fight! .... He never really wants to fight. So Waspinator doesn't take up so much of a threatening posture as he does a defensive position, able to fight back while defending his softer bits as he waits for the blow he knows is coming.

<FS3> Waspinator rolls Cowering: Failure. (6 3 6 3 1)

<FS3> Waspinator rolls Run Away: Failure. (4 1 2 4 4)

Waspinator has no idea what is going on. All the bug knows is that there is a very big and angry Autobot yelling nonsense at him in the Oil Baths where there is absolutely no chance of anyone potentially even coming to bear witness or save him. It is also very likely that Fort Max won't just stop at beating him unconscious. Waspinator doesnt have many of them but this classifies as a flee not hide situation. Lunging for the open spot past Max, the bug coils up and flings himself into action- ... only for his pede to slip yet again and cause him to go falling right back down into the oil.

Ok, so that didn't work. Down to the final resort. Fight! .... He never really wants to fight. So Waspinator doesn't take up so much of a threatening posture as he does a defensive position, able to fight back while defending his softer bits as he waits for the blow he knows is coming.

Fort Max just sort of watches this happen.

And it kind of takes the fight out of him, not just because he doesn't really want to fight a lone 'Con in the Oil Baths and get himself thrown in the brig for it. That would do wonders for his psych profile, he's sure. Besides, there's a fight and there's...whatever this is, which would just be kind of pathetic and depressing. It already is.

"Oh, don't tremble like that." He vents. "Have some self-respect at least." Disgusted, he starts to lower himself back into the bath.

Waspinator ... Waspinator doesn't have any of that. Probably never did. That much is probably an obvious answer by the way he doesnt change his position... or stop his fearful trembling. For all the bug knows Max will get bored and attack him! Wouldn't be the first time something like that happened. "What.. What doezz tankbot want from Wazzpinator? What did Wazzpinator do to tankbot?"

"You..."

Splashed him? Was that all? What was that flare of anger just now, and why did it almost lead Fort Max to attack such a small, defenseless bot in the damn baths, Decepticon or not? And why wasn't it dying down? He didn't even have anything rational he could say to Waspinator.

"Nothing," he snaps, turning away. Because sure, this is a much better thing to do than apologize. "Never mind. Go take your bath. Leave me alone."

Waspinator is going to do no such thing. He's already had the slag scared out of him and been threatening by a massive mech he's not about to do anything that could risk his safety again. Remaining crouched in the spray of the showerhead, Waspiantor tries to work out what exactly he should do. Run to the door? Stay put? Just go about his business? The bug has no idea!

Max tries to sink back into the lull of the bath, but it's gone. That white-hot rage that welled out of nowhere concerns him. Not that he's as willing to forgive Cons as many of his comrades, but there's no reason to...well, it's not like him to...he wouldn't...ugh. Without realizing he's doing it, he pulls his knees up under his chin and glowers at nothing, facing away from Waspinator.

Who he can hear, because the shower spray is hitting Wasp's frame.

"You're still there, aren't you." At least the fury's gone from his voice, though Max certainly doesn't sound all that friendly. The rage is being replaced by some more concerning emotions, among them...guilt? Is that guilt? He certainly isn't looking at Wasp.

Waspinator tenses up a lot when Fort Max basically calls him out. Wazzpiantor zzhould have run to door!! "Y-Yezz... Wazzpinator... izz zztill there...." What is he supposed to do!? What is he supposed to do!?

It isn't that Fort Max isn't familiar with the fight-or-flight response. It's just that when it comes to aggression and combat, at least, he almost always presses the 'fight' button. Social situations are increasingly a different matter. Which one was this? He's not entirely sure at this point.

In fact, he's really not sure what's going on with him, or with the little mech cowering behind him. He could just ignore Wasp, easily. Wait until the Con leaves so Max can exit and dry off without having to look him in the eye. (Why wouldn't he be able to look Wasp in the eye?) He spends a few more moments trying to sort his thoughts out.

"...Fine. I'm sorry."

Waspinator is gearing up to fly as fast as he can to the door. If Wazzpinator izz fazzt Wazzpinator can charge and- wait. That apology has the bug stopping in his tracks and all thought process seeming to come to a harsh stop. Did.. did the big aggressive Autobot who would rather skewer him just apologize? Waspinator responds with a very quick and precise, "......What?"

"I said I'm sorry," Max snaps, still facing away from Waspinator with his chin resting on his knee joints. He probably looks like a giant child right now, but doesn't really care. "I was a huge asshole to you and threatened you over something that...frankly not a big deal." He still doesn't seem to think it was an accident. "I'm not sure what's so unclear here. And don't think for a minute I'm perfectly happy living alongside Decepticons like some Autobots seem to be. I'm going with it because that's the law now, no other reason."

He actually does look over at Wasp now, shadowed slightly by that helmet. "But flipping out at you for no reason is crossing a line. And I'm sorry." There's a hint of 'there I said it' in his voice as he turns away again.

Waspinator reiterates his statement, this time in his own head: what? The bug doesn't entirely know whats going on or where most of that came from but.... Primus below someone is apologizing to him! And... that's the longest apology he's ever been given before. There might be a bit of smoke from how hard the cogs in his helm are trying to piece together what the heck is going on. What did those self help books say he should do in this situation? "Wazzpinator... uh.. Izz... Izz ok.... Wazzpinator... izz zzorry too..." He still has no idea what it is he supposedly did, though.

"For what?" What is this guy? Max doesn't really have a strong context for this kind of...of...whatever he'd call Waspinator.

(The word Max is looking for is 'woobie.' Somehow he doesn't make the connection between Wasp and the similarly timid Fritz.)

"Look, I'm...why don't you..." He covers his helm with his hand. "When someone's being a dick to you, it's perfectly natural to get angry. Especially when it's unjustified."

"Wazzpinator... doezzn't know..." Waspinator still legitimately does not know what it is he is supposed to have done to get Fort Max angry in the first place. "Why... why would Wazzpinator be angry? .... Everyone hurtzz Wazzpinator."

See Max? Its better because you aren't special to hurting the bug!

Oh, great. This bot's bullied? On a regular basis? And just accepts it? And everyone, in this case, includes Max. Who has never really thought of himself as a bully. It's natural for larger bots to take charge, that's all! He takes great pains to be more careful around smaller Cybertronians! Usually. Something...happened there. He's not sure he likes it.

But he also doesn't like this conversation with Waspinator, which is really confusing him too. "Well," he finally manages, "you should be angry. No one should use their size and strength against you for kicks or get their jollies mistreating someone else, especially when you're obviously defenseless. How can you not be mad when I'm mad at myself on your behalf?"

Waspinator can only blink as his confusion is reaching near record breaking levels. He has long passed fear by now, entirely overtaken by said confusion. What izz tankbot talking about??? "Wazz... Wazzpinator wazz angry firzzt few timezz... But Wazzpinator got uzzed to it in zzlumzz of Cybertron." What can the bot possibly say to make this better!?!? "Autobotzz... have been zzome of nicezzt onezz to Wazzpinator? Nicer than Wazzpinator'zz faction." Is that going to help?? He's an autobot they like hearing how nice they are!

Fortress Maximus heard a few things about beastformer Cybertronians having been drawn more frequently to the Decepticons due to their prewar treatment. He can believe it even if he doesn't approve; nothing he's read about the Senate or the Functionalists sounds all that pleasant. Nevermind that Max is living his function out himself, or was until...recently.

But still, that would explain a lot. "Well, we...ought to be. In theory. Not always in practice." Mumble mumble something about Prill? Drowl?

He sighs when he realizes this is just appeasing behavior. "I'm not going to hurt you. I promise."

<FS3> Waspinator rolls Bravery: Failure. (2 2 5 5 5)

Waspinator doesn't seem entirely sure about that, still not moving from his spot but by this point the bug's fear has been replaced by utter confusion and wary curiousity. What does Fort Max want from him? Why is he trying to be nice at all? Normally mechs would have attempted to flatten him by now! He suddenly has to urge to go and touch one of those treads, almost as if just to make sure the mech is actually alive or there and the bug isnt just hallucinating... but no this is very clearly real and Fort Max is very clearly going to hurt him if he gets any closer.

The tank can probably hear the nervous scratching of Wasp's fingers and pedes as he shifts under the spray.

At this point Max just wants to get out of the bath. It's just awkward, and if he stays too long he'll get bogged down and feel all slimy. He should have just gone for that shower in the first place.

"It's all yours," he finally decides as he rises from the bath again. He still looms, but more because someone as big as Fortress 'in The Same Range as Ultra Magnus' Maximus has to make a concerted effort not to loom while standing. And that effort is rarely worth it.

"The bath, I mean," he adds as he lumbers over to the showers to clean himself off again. "You wanted to take a bath, right? It's good for your joints."

Waspinator takes that more as a cue for being told to get in the bath and out of his way than a suggestion. Skittering around the much larger mech Waspinator makes his way to the bath and slips in... and in and in... Until literally all that can be seen are the tips of the bug's rapidly moving optics and his twitching antenna.

Max watches Wasp sink to the antennae with a flat, confused expression, sighs and goes to shower off. "I'll...leave you to it," he rumbles, because of course Wasp wants to take a bath alone. Everyone wants to be alone. That communal bath is for mechs far more social than them. Him? Wasp doesn't strike him as a social butterfly.

<FS3> Waspinator rolls Bravery: Good Success. (8 4 8 6 4)

Waspinator is still staring at max, granted his gaze is half cut off by the oil's surface but still staring nonetheless. He has no idea what to say now but again, he feels like he should be saying something. Because that is what normal mechs would do. Or his self help datapads seem to imply that, at least. Still wary Waspinator says something... only for it to be lost under the oil. Oh... wait... Slowly lifting his helm above the surface he repeats, "tankbot.... Doezzn't have to leave if tankbot.... Doezzn't want to....." And now his moment of bravery is starting to wane again. Back down into the oil he goes!

<FS3> Fortress_Maximus rolls Socialize: Failure. (6 2)

Truth be told, Max still feels like a heel. He figured apologizing (TO A DECEPTICON) would help, but instead it's just blurred his emotions further. He starts wiping himself down, then hears Waspinator's gurgling invitation.

"I'm done. Don't like soaking too long." He has to go think this all over, probably somewhere else. "But thank you," he adds in a lower voice.

"Oh, and it's Fortress Maximus," he adds as he starts to leave. Not 'tankbot,' thank you.

Waspinator watches Fort Max leave, optics following him across the room. Hm.... Bye Tankbot.

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