From Transformers: Lost and Found
As the restorative justice movement has begun many mechs have stepped forward. War criminals, murderers, petty thieves- all have confessed and received their rulings. There is one mech that stands out amongst the crowd of wrongdoers. Doesn’t stand out may be more accurate. With far less excitement than those previously sentenced, Ring-- Rung of Pious Pools steps forward.
Once reminded of who that is the few present exchange glances as the small mech approaches the stand. What could this tiny orange mech possibly have to confess?
Rung speaks as the little noise in the room dies down. "Several million years ago I served on the Fateful Archetype before it crashed." A wave of silence goes through the confused listeners. "And during the crash." Muttering begins to rise behind Rung. How was Rung there? Didn't that crash kill everyone aboard? Wait there WAS a single survivor! It was him?
"I- One moment please. This is… hard to speak of after all this time.” Especially to so many present. Rung starts again, “I mourn the death of my crew and those I served with but because of their deaths I was able to keep my most carefully guarded secret." Rung takes a deep breath. It rattles his vents as he releases it. "I, Rung of Pious Pools, have been illegally practicing psychiatry for the last 3 million years.
"During my time on the fateful archetype I was under suspicion of growing too close to patients. My superiors didn't like how we interacted, evidently. I was accused of malpractice and brought before a tribunal. They disbarred for my 'inappropriate relations' with those I’d been asked to help. I was in the brig awaiting my sentencing to be sent up the chain of command when the ship was shot down. I don’t know how I survived but I did. The rest of the crew didn’t. The crash took any knowledge of my tribunal to the graves. I didn't breathe a word of this to anyone aside from my former friend, Froid.”
Rung frowns as the other mech’s name leaves his lips, “He then used my secret to blackmail me until his disappearance. He stole my life's work, which he renamed as the Froidian Classification System, and dragged my reputation through the muck to the point I felt the need to leave Cybertron after the war ended. I’ve held this secret longer than some mechs have lived... and I decided now was the time to let the darkest part of my past go.
"If you are looking for an apology or regret you wont find them here." Rung's helm snaps up. The glasses burn with the stubborn determination of his optics. "To the day I die I will fight the decision they made, I know I was not inappropriate or unprofessional with my patients. They were simply too daft to see it. I kept my secret because I knew I was able to do more and since then I have. I'm not sorry, but I know now is the time for the past to be laid to rest so it doesn't continue to haunt our futures. If requested I will release all my patient files for review, but only into the hands of another licensed psychiatrist unless permission is granted by the patient themselves. I will not break their confidentiality. " Rung’s hands fold behind together as he meets the eyes of every committee member before him, “So decide what you will.”
When the files are requested for review the console they are downloaded to nearly crashes. There are thousands. Thousands who don’t even seem to recall who Rung is.
Rung isn't sure how much more he can take. When the news came that... that Pipes... was d- gone, the therapist had stood there comprehensively for a solid minute. Then his legs had given out. Its in that moment he is glad very few actually come to visit, as he spent the next hour on his office floor, trying to fight back a combination of his wracking frame and waves of nausia threatening to overtake his form. Faced with these circumstances even he could no longer deny it, that he was in no state to help anyone... potentially for the rest of his days. It has just been too much in such a short time span.
So he dragged himself to his desk and finished what he had been putting off, sending a high priority message to the Captain.
It is with a heavy spark that I submit this for your approval, my official retirement announcement. Though I will be willing to remain along as a consultant I will no longer be seeing patients as it would be unwise for me to do so in my own current emotional capacity. I have already made arrangements for my patients to be split amongst Watts and several Rigardian and Camien psychiatrists whom I believe to be highly capable. All you must do is officiate my retirement, I will handle the rest.
[Enclosed is a form outlining his retirement statement and a request to be transferred to medical proper as a nurse or assistant, to utilize and refine the true medical skills he does actually possess.]
Subject: A Message From a Little Birdie
I don't wish to be a bother but I was requested to pass on a message to you, or I suppose the better description would be to inform you of a conversation. A small femme by the name of Pixel requested I inform you of a conversation we had, though I am unsure why.
Rung, Head Psychiatrist of the Lost Light.
Thank you for taking Fortress Maximus' mental health into consideration. In many ways I believe that such a position and the responsibilities it may ensue could do him some good but I would also advise caution. While I believe he would make for a wonderful field commander there are some incidents that may provoke certain memories or responses that would be detrimental to his mental state. If you are to take him on I would highly suggest meeting with me in person so I may advise you on what situations to avoid within patient confidentiality, otherwise I think he would be a good choice to have under your command.
-Rung, Head Psychiatrist of the Lost Light
I wish to inform you that Lieutenant is in the medbay due to complications during his return back to normal size. I have heard that the two of you are rather close and I am not sure Lieutenant has been willing to inform others of his condition. From what I understand, he suffered from a spark attack induced by the stress of the change.
I also believe I should inform you that if you go to see him it is imperative that you do not allow yourself to become overly anxious or distressed. He is in a rather fragile mental state at the moment, from what I can only assume is the result of a traumatic incident from his past. If he allows I can counsel him after his release but for now I would suggest that you give him all the comfort of another mech's presence that can be provided.
SUBJ: Re: Cliffjumper
I have spoken to Cliffjumper, and while he has a long recovery ahead of him I believe he has calmed down enough to no longer be an immediate threat to himself or others for the time being. If you feel comfortable releasing him after you speak with him, I am making regular therapy sessions a mandatory term of his release.
-Rung, Ship Psychiatrist
P.S. Please do not sedate him.
TO: Tailgate, Breakdown
SUBJ: Re. Cliffjumper
I have been hearing of Cliffjumper's aggression from several sources. As such, I feel it best I see him as soon as possible. My chest wounds are healing at a decent rate and I should be able to leave very soon. I will go straight from the Medbay to the brigs to assess him. Please send me any pertinent details over my private network. I do not like the idea of one being sedated over a possible mental illness, I would prefer that such actions wait until after my assessment of Cliffjumper.
-Rung, Ship Psychiatrist
TO: Breakdown, Rung
SUBJ: Re. Cliffjumper
I'm pulling Rung into this com chain because so help me Primus
He thinks Gearshift is some sort of spy or assassin or something. I told Starstruck to keep an eye on her for us, but they are buds anyway. If he somehow gets out he'll have to deal with Party Bus over there.
Thanks for bringing it to my attention, Breakdown.
He's making this way harder on himself than it has to be, but maybe he literally can't help it. I'll talk to someone in medical about getting him something to bring the anxiety down. I'd like to avoid putting him under if I can. Seems a little drastic, but I will if I have to.
Rung, if you could advise me on this kind of thing I'd appreciate it-- seems like you have an appointment for when you get out of medbay. Sorry about that. We'll do our best to keep him safe though!
SUBJ: Re: Cliffjumper
Prisoner aint gettin any fuel because hes makin a mess with it instead of fueling up. He's flippin out and yammerin about killin traitors and rantin about goin after some spy or other first thing when he gets out. Pretty sure what's goin on here is his processor is so completely scrambled we're lucky he aint talkin backwards but I dunno that we can keep his dumb aft safe from itself in there. He keeps hittin the walls and tryin to bash up the forcefield.
I think we might need to sedate him and keep him under until Rung's outta medical. Humbly suggest if you decide we do need to sedate his crazy aft you get some Autobots to do it because he CLEARLY has no idea the war is over. He may or may not think I'm Shockwave or somethin?
From: Rung, Ship Psychiatrist
RE: Important Message Regarding Soundwave
I have evaluated Soundwave and have cleared him for limited duty. honestly, I do not actually believe him to be stable enough for full duty but I fear that taking him off duty entirely will do more harm than good. He refuses to speak about the incident to me and until such a time I will not fully clear him. I will leave the decision as to how to limit his time to you and those of the upper command. I would also suggest that you inform Ratchet to keep Soundwave’s cannon safe, in case he ever wishes to retrieve it.
-Rung, Ship Psychiatrist.
Ravage, I would like to request your assistance in the matter of Soundwave. I am worried for his mental state after the trauma he endured, yet he refuses to speak with me about the incident itself. I believe he is attempting to project his feelings but in potentially self destructive methods. I am afraid I cannot elaborate further due to patient confidentiality, apologies. You are among those closest to him and I would greatly appreciate your help in this matter. Please respond with the utmost urgency. -Rung, Ship Psychiatrist.