briefing. [they took out his spark. they took out his god damn spark and gave him no choice other than to use the primitive drone for the briefing. size limits be damned, he's a prime - sentinel could not care less about everyone else on the ship, he was being treated like a lower caste worker. pushed about, sitting in a cramped room and having to listen to disgusting organics talk at him.
despite all the rage bubbling around inside him, the drone sat patiently through the briefing then left with everyone else. he wants to get back to his body, and doesn't care for anyone that might want to interact with him. too bad the drone's ... noodle-ness makes it hard to be intimidating and to shove anyone out the way.
if someone could draw some angry eyebrows on the paper plate with a marker, that would be fantastic.]
hangar. [back in his body. his barely functioning body that's been roughly patched up and pumped full of synthetic energon so he wouldn't go offline about ten minutes after he'd been pulled into the ship. like hell was he going back to the drone, though.
he feels sick and pissed off. there's no-one he particularly wants to see, despite being told there were a few other cybertronians aboard the vessel. the hangar being the biggest area suited for them, however, made it obvious he wouldn't be able to avoid catching one of their attentions anyway.
or at any rate, the energon spattered around him certainly would. maybe he'll luck out and see an autobot medic.]
sentinel prime | tf idw | open as heckie
[they took out his spark. they took out his god damn spark and gave him no choice other than to use the primitive drone for the briefing. size limits be damned, he's a prime - sentinel could not care less about everyone else on the ship, he was being treated like a lower caste worker. pushed about, sitting in a cramped room and having to listen to disgusting organics talk at him.
despite all the rage bubbling around inside him, the drone sat patiently through the briefing then left with everyone else. he wants to get back to his body, and doesn't care for anyone that might want to interact with him. too bad the drone's ... noodle-ness makes it hard to be intimidating and to shove anyone out the way.
if someone could draw some angry eyebrows on the paper plate with a marker, that would be fantastic.]
hangar.
[back in his body. his barely functioning body that's been roughly patched up and pumped full of synthetic energon so he wouldn't go offline about ten minutes after he'd been pulled into the ship. like hell was he going back to the drone, though.
he feels sick and pissed off. there's no-one he particularly wants to see, despite being told there were a few other cybertronians aboard the vessel. the hangar being the biggest area suited for them, however, made it obvious he wouldn't be able to avoid catching one of their attentions anyway.
or at any rate, the energon spattered around him certainly would. maybe he'll luck out and see an autobot medic.]