crux_fleet | [Closed] What's this about a war?

Who: Sentinel Prime and Flashpoint
Where: The hangar where the most recent Cybertronian arrivals are housed
When: Roughly now?
Warnings: Language, talk of violence, general assholeishness. Will update if needed.

Flashpoint hadn't exactly promised him, but she hadn't exactly said NO either. Really, she had just wanted a 'please' out of Sentinel, being treated like an individual worthy of respect at the very least. Maybe that was too much to ask. But hey, it's not she's had worse treatment in the past, so her plating's not gonna get ruffled. He wanted to know about the war and maybe that would open his optics to how the events that started it all were so wrong. It took her a few millions year to get clarity like that, maybe she shouldn't expect him to get it in a month.

Besides, for lack of a real medic, she's his physician, which in a way kind of feels...nice. The being a physician part, not him being the patient so much. Flashpoint doesn't exactly have a sparkling personality though so she's not really holding that against him. Regardless, checking up on the patient is the other reason she's walking down the corridor to the hangar that's the Prime's current living quarters, toolbox in hand.

"Should really requisition you some new quarters, this place is a dump," she calls out as she enters, scanning the area for Sentinel's giant gold aft. "Surprised Proteus hasn't thrown a fit yet."

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Her comments are ignored. Sentinel is very good at completely ignoring people and things he doesn't care to hear - despite the fact she raises a legitimate point. Why didn't they have a better place? He was completely sick of the hangar, even though for the first few weeks he'd been pretty much unconscious. He doesn't even particularly hate being around the human crews. Maybe it's the whole near death thing making him not really give a shit about where he was staying.

All that really mattered was that she was giving him medical care. Beyond that, her existence could literally not mean any less to him. He 'greets' her the same way he did Prowl when most of his work was in an office; mouth set into a thin line and optics following Flashpoint into the room. There's no real interest in small talk - just fix him, tell him about the war and get out.

Pre-war Primes were not people persons.

It's not so unusual, her commentary being ignored. Most of the COs she's had that could stand to keep her under their command had the same practice. They knew that rising to the bait just made for more of the same.

"Mr. Personality, as usual." Okay, in Flashpoint's case more of the same is kind of status quo. She pulls out the diagnostic pad again. Sentinel looks in good enough health, but a set of scans to be sure is probably smart. "How are you feeling? Going stir crazy yet?" Because she would be, wow.

He pointedly looks around the hangar from his seated position. It's true, Sentinel probably would've broken down a wall in an escape if he'd been conscious for the first few weeks. How the senators are dealing with it, he doesn't know. Nor... care. He's being doing his own thing, really.

"Just about avoiding it."

"Well that's something. Last thing we need is Ragetime Prime making a stompy mess." And she doesn't want to be the clean-up crew, she can barely keep her apartment clean for frag's sake.

"Diagnostic first, then we can chit-chat." Flashpoint's hand goes out, waiting to be handed the cable. Is she bossy? Yeah, but it's not just you Sentinel not!Prime, she's like that with everyone.

She gets what she wants without a word. Ragetime Prime, seriously?

He even retracts his faceplate so she can see his frown... and also because it hasn't entirely sank in that he can't intimidate people anymore, least of all ones who know his entire history.

Flashpoint takes everything seriously. Her mouth just doesn't. Case in point:

"Your face is stuck that way isn't it? That's what the faceplate is really for I bet." She should maybe shut her mouth though because the diagnostic readings come back favorable so maybe she shouldn't be provoking a mech twice her size? Though, if he retaliates, it's probably only what she deserves. The hammer's weight of her past deeds is gonna drop someday and who knows when and where it'll be. But every time she baits it and it doesn't is one more chance she has to make it right...somehow.

So really she shouldn't talk, since when she isn't snarking it up her face defaults to a frown that's not so dissimilar from his.

"Aside from your fuel pressure--which is probably my fault," Hey, at least she holds herself accountable? "--everything looks good."

"Good." Of course he's in good condition. He's sort of amazing, don't you know.

If he cared enough, he'd try to shift his position so he wasn't looming over her while asking such a critical question. Alas.

"Tell me about the war I apparently missed."

Emphasis on the 'sort of' part. Flashpoint's impressed with some things but others definitely not.

"Yes, your highness!" She salutes, Earth-style. Because it just completes the horrible Earth-style pun that someone should probably slap her for. What? It's how she deals with mechs who loom over her, by belittling them with words and humor. It's a perfectly valid coping mechanism!

"Got 4 millions years to cover. You want me to start with the part where you left off?" Ya know, being dead and all.

"Where I left off..."

He echoes her statement thoughtfully. That's not ominous at all.

"The last thing I remember was facing Megatron."

"Yeah well, sorry ta say, that's the last thing you do."

Well, she could be sorrier. Sentinel's death was not one Flashpoint had mourned, but being told you'd died has gotta suck for anyone.

"The senate too, had been slaughtered. A new prime and a new senate followed which were even worse. The energon shortage was so bad by then that it was hoarded by the upper class, the lower classes and entire torus city-states cut off, starved...and turned into rebels just to fight for their right to eat."

Lest she forget... "Oh, and after the shadowplay and empurata was done to Shockwave? He became one of the Decepticon's greatest masterminds. Still is today." Bet that's gotta sting.

He tilts his head back slightly at that. It's surprising. Sort of. He's not entirely sure how any of the timeline stuff works but isn't about to admit that to Flashpoint. All she needs to know is that he is taking it all with interest.

That stuff about Shockwave? Sentinel isn't sure if he even believes it. He believes what happened was the right course of action to take, very little could deter him from that stone set opinion. This isn't something he really wants to discuss with a lower cast mech anyway... time to completely intentionally ignore the main points of what she said.

"Who succeeded me?" He'll humour her and pretend he believes her.

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Sentinel just gets a flat look that says 'You better be following all this because it'll probably jump up and bite you on the aft otherwise'. She doesn't know if she can instill any kind of foresight into the Sorta-Prime as a product of her hindsight, but she's gotta try.

"Zeta," she answers. "Not sure where he came from, maybe Shockwave's pick. Or Pax's. And I guess things started okay but HA! Nooo, he turned out to not only be power hungry and elitist like you lot but crazy too! He bled and killed his own people just to fuel his war machines in the middle of the energon crisis!"

She's not bitter. Actually, yes she is. VERY bitter. If words could cut, the air would be ribbons now.

He'll ignore that look, thanks. Flashpoint is not the first nor the last Cybertronian who will give him that look.

"Zeta..." The name rings a vague bell. Sentinel's mostly just amused that Shockwave/Pax picked a Prime who managed to be even worse than he apparently was. Which was not at all. "Was Zeta the catalyst?"

Yeah, he is waaaay too detached from people to realise it was pretty much him and Proteus that started it.

It's amazing, how very thick Sentinel and these senators are. Flashpoint would facepalm except the gesture is wholly inadequate for the density of this ineffable misfortune.

She barks a dry laugh. "The catalyst? Try the last wire, snapped under the weight of so much corruption from past leadership that you could choke a dinobot with it. Did you really think you could continue oppressing the service class--a population so much greater than your own--and not get your afts kicked eventually?"

[Closed] What's this about a war?

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