Depth Charge, when he woke up, wasn't just cranky. Oh, no. He was furious.
Maybe he'd had it coming to him- he'd been letting his guard down a lot over the last couple of days, getting complacent, just sucking up the daily grind and rolling with it without blowing a gasket or two over it when he probably should have done. Well, to the Pit with that. Nothing justified what they'd done to him. Nothing. They could tear out his circuits or rip out his gears, but his processor- his personality core, Primus, his mind- that was strictly off-limits. Do not pass Go, do not collect energon.
He felt oddly queasy, standing in the Sun Room. How had they done it? He couldn't remember any experiments, any surgery, any treatment... zip. Was he really so easily manipulated? Well, whatever the case, they'd done a slagging good job of it- everything he'd said, everything he'd done... just knowing how deeply he'd fallen for it was enough to ignite something inside of him. Something, he realised, that had been conspicuously cool for what felt like an age, but, in reality, couldn't have been more than the week he had spent here.
It occurred to him that he was going to make them pay for this, and that was odd enough- feeling that old instinct kick in. He hadn't exactly sworn an oath in mech fluid, Depth Charge conceded, but there was more than enough passion to back him up.
"Mr. Price? Are you alright?"
He blinked uncertainly, then realised he was standing in front of his nurse. Right.
"Get out of my face," he snapped back, sidestepping the woman before she could object and kicking back on a sofa across the room. The power he felt for it was immense. Primus, it was good to be back.
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Maybe he'd had it coming to him- he'd been letting his guard down a lot over the last couple of days, getting complacent, just sucking up the daily grind and rolling with it without blowing a gasket or two over it when he probably should have done. Well, to the Pit with that. Nothing justified what they'd done to him. Nothing. They could tear out his circuits or rip out his gears, but his processor- his personality core, Primus, his mind- that was strictly off-limits. Do not pass Go, do not collect energon.
He felt oddly queasy, standing in the Sun Room. How had they done it? He couldn't remember any experiments, any surgery, any treatment... zip. Was he really so easily manipulated? Well, whatever the case, they'd done a slagging good job of it- everything he'd said, everything he'd done... just knowing how deeply he'd fallen for it was enough to ignite something inside of him. Something, he realised, that had been conspicuously cool for what felt like an age, but, in reality, couldn't have been more than the week he had spent here.
It occurred to him that he was going to make them pay for this, and that was odd enough- feeling that old instinct kick in. He hadn't exactly sworn an oath in mech fluid, Depth Charge conceded, but there was more than enough passion to back him up.
"Mr. Price? Are you alright?"
He blinked uncertainly, then realised he was standing in front of his nurse. Right.
"Get out of my face," he snapped back, sidestepping the woman before she could object and kicking back on a sofa across the room. The power he felt for it was immense. Primus, it was good to be back.