Orcariner wrote:It does bother me. We're stuck in a rift of conflict when we could be working together to get off this rock. We want to go home. I'm sure this barren planet isn't what Megatron had in mind. Both teams don't want to be here, and yet, instead of cooperating we're wasting away our days trying to kill each other.
Steelclaw was slightly stirred by Orcariner admitting the prospect of conflict bothered him. Many Maximals (and many Predacons) would either feel remorseless or deny their feelings.
Steelclaw knew that he was also disturbed by some of the battles in the Beast Wars- and Orcariner had just provided an example of his reason why. In spite of the justice on Cybertron that Steelcaw was fighting to attain, the Beast Wars had created a situation where he was pitted against at least a few Maximals who were, themselves, quite just.
It was why he had never aimed to kill. It was why he hoped the Predacons could achieve a victory which saw them merely leaving the Maximals behind on the planet. It wasn't right to sacrifice even a small number of innocent 'bots to finally achieve victory against those on Cybertron who were more corrupt.
And yet... if it came down to making that choice... would it truly be right to leave the thousands oppressed back at home un-fought for?
At any rate, futility made Orcariner dislike the conflict? Steelclaw could understood that as a reason, but he believed Orcariner was mistaken in his analysis of Megatron. The Predacons hadn't come to the right planet, but this world was fulfilling the
Darksyde's objective all the same. If Orcariner did indeed wish to stop the Predacons from inciting war, then the last thing the Beast Wars were was futile.
Orcariner wrote:Personal feelings aside, I still have a mission to complete. I was a soldier before I came here, and that still hasn't changed, just the commanding officer.
Once again, they were in agreement...
Orcariner wrote:I'm just glad I'm stuck with one that I'd be happy to follow even til the end of our time. If he wants me to retrieve this artifact, I'll do everything I can to get it.
But that was unexpected. Steelclaw wondered where Orcariner was going to go next.
Orcariner wrote:I suppose you can say that it's Optimus who inspires me to continue. My time with him has encouraged me to plunge into the unknown. Even if I fail, at least I'll know that Optimus can help me use the experience to my... no... our advantage in the future. There's no absolute failure with him. That's why I chose to keep going down here even though I'm beaten half to death. Whatever I bring back, physical or not, I'm comforted with the fact that my captain will find it useful.
Wow.
Fascinating... but not something Steelclaw could quite get a feel for. Why was he so inspired by somebody watching over his work? He suddenly remembered Orcariner's saying that he would hold Steelclaw to his own professed mission.
Having the approval of someone else was a mindset for Orcariner, then. Steelclaw was careful not to misinterpret that- he knew Orcariner didn't fawn over his leader, like say... Scorponok. No, Orcariner seemed to need a leader so he could better himself.
Steelclaw had spent so long watching his own path that the idea of getting someone else to do it for him was distasteful.
There was, of course, another aspect to Orcariner's statement. He was fighting for someone. And that was admirable.
But Steelclaw didn't need to feel guilty in that regard. He had many to fight for.
There was something else. Orcariner knew that was only part of the reason why he was still down here. There was more to his purpose aside from simply trying to please his commanding officer.
Orcariner wrote:I was a soldier before I came here. But now I'm... more than just that.
I'm a bot who's found himself crash landed in a new frontier. I'm not just a soldier on this planet... not anymore. I'm an explorer of sorts. I'm also a scientist now. Mix that job with a bit of engineering. I'm actually a lot of things now. It's hard not to be when you're stranded on a new world with only a handful of helpers. I've become one of them.
That's why I'm eager to keep going. I guess you can call it a newfound curiosity that I picked up during the past couple of months. If you live with a bunch of scientists, I suppose it's hard not to start asking questions about everything.
Steelclaw suddenly began to feel that Orcariner was lecturing him by making an unspoken observation of his comrades, as though he were saying "See- my circle of friends does
all this for me. Your group probably does less. Do you think that might tell you something about our respective sides?"
Yes, Steelclaw knew many of his comrades weren't group oriented... or even socially competent, for that matter. Alas, not all groups had great internal chemistry.
And, admittedly, some of the Predacons were more than just unfriendly- they were unscrupulous. Sonar came to mind.
But Steelclaw had already admitted to his disagreements with some of those he worked with. And those Predacons did not invalidate the morality of what he was doing.
Of course, Orcariner may have not been trying to do that at all. And as long as Steelclaw wasn't sure, there was not point in debating the matter.
Then there were two more things to think about. One- curiosity drove Orcariner to the transwarp signal. That was another thing they had in common. Two- Orcariner at least claimed to have only picked up that drive to answer questions from his fellow Maximals, meaning his curiosity was not a part of his old life. It was a small question for Steelclaw to have answered, but now it was answered.
Having been listening and thinking the entire time, Steelclaw wasn't sure where to begin verbally responding. It didn't help that his processor kept pondering everything he'd just heard.
Suddenly, he realized something. He hadn't even been asking for the answer, but it had been given to him. Orcariner had explicitly said "I was a soldier
before I came here. But
now I'm... more than just that." Perhaps Orcariner was just being incredibly smooth, but his claim about gaining curiosity after being with the other Maximals only helped affirm his claim.
Orcariner
didn't come to the
Axalon as an explorer. So he hadn't left his life behind in coming on the ship's voyage. With that possibility ruled out, Orcariner had to have had an incredibly good- and entirely separate- reason for coming aboard. What was he doing there?
Saber-Fang? No, it was clear from her conversation with Sonar earlier that day that the Maximals had no previous knowledge of her condition.
General protection for the crew? Not good enough to pull a potential Peace Marshall out of training. And with Optimus, Rhinox and Rattrap around, the chance he came "just in case" diminished even more.
Again, he remembered the encrypted file from the
Axalon database, but there was obviously no definitive answer there. What the slag was going on?
Unfortunately, he couldn't just ask Orcariner. Or, rather, he could, but he wouldn't get anything important. And there wasn't any way he could ask around the matter either.
As everything rushed around in his processor, he kept himself looking calm, and finally found a reply for the Maximal- the thought that mattered the most of all the ones he could afford to say out loud.
"For what it's worth, Maximal... it bothers me too."
He took a few more steps along with Orcariner before something strange happened. His optics started flashing on and off. And he felt an immense pain in his head. He felt his joints weakening underneath him.
"Back, back!" he shouted in a panic. Fortunately, once he backed up, the strange symptoms quickly worked themselves out.
"That was weird. I think the aliens have some sort of... magnetic, or ionic- slag you're more of a scientist. They've got a field in front of us which scrambles our circuits once we step in range."
He took a quick glance around. He found the symbol which marked traps much farther down the tunnel, but noticed it kept glowing red.
"Does that mean it's always active?" he asked, pointing at the symbol. "Because then this is really a barrier, not a trap."
((OOC: There was much to say.))
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Cheetor watched wordlessly as Scorponok climbed right out with Terrorsaur.
"Chafing chips, that was easier than I thought. I guess we're headin' off then. Just watch out for an energy blast trap ahead, o.k.?"
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Dinobot had the presence of mind to stop his charge when he saw his comrades negotiating with the Predacons. The situation soon resolved peacefully, and Dinobot sheathed his sword before transforming to beast mode again.
You're outnumbered, Manterror! I suggest you make a wise retreat.
Dinobot looked at the almost countless wounds covering Optimus Primal's frame. And still he stood and reasoned with Manterror. It was a wonder he was even conscious, but it was an even greater wonder he was taking the initiative to handle the situation in his condition rather than letting his now-sizable group of surrounding allies take care of things.
I understand... you are, after all, a predacon.
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