Journal Entry
June 12, 1987
Hook
Well, I can say that my assumptions of a wild kid running around, making a nuisiance of himself was completely uncalled for. Quite the contrary, Aviator is actually less of a nusiance than some of my other team members. At the very least the child is willing to keep himself clean, and most importantly he doesn't jump on me and give me a hug when he's covered in earth filth just to piss me off, unlike other members of my team, Bonecrusher and you too Scavenger. Anyway, it also seems Aviator has a taste for the medical field...........
Hook sighed wearily, when he finished fixing up the last of Motormaster's injuries. The surgeon looked up and nodded to the Stunticons sitting across the room. Now all their arrogent muckraker of a leader needed was a good refueling to replenish what had been lost from Aviator's attacks.
"Hook? Are you finished?"
Hook looked over at Scrapper who was working on Aviator's right hand, his left hand had already been finished with.
"Yes." the surgical engineer replied.
"Good, could you take care of the rest of this? I'm getting called by the high command. I'd get Mixmaster to do it, but he's being, well y'know."
"Right, not a problem. It will give me a chance to hear the days events in detail when I'm not mentally griping about having to fix someone I hate." Hook, walked over and took Scrapper's place.
Scrapper nodded and exited the medbay.
"Um. Hook?" Aviator almost whispered.
"Yes?" Hook didn't look up from his work
"Could I.....um.....could I try fixing myself?"
Hook's head snapped up, "what?"
"Well I....I...I want to learn how to do it and I thought I should under your supervision and on my own body." Aviator answered quietly.
At first Hook thought about saying no, then decided it might be nice to have one person to not have to worry about complaining on their relatively minor injury, and to have a possible obedient asisstant. After all, Aviator did have proper built hands for the job for the type of work. Hook knew because he had crafted them himself.
"All right." Hook handed the mini-welder to Aviator. "You probably want to start with this area here."
Hook watched, fascinated by the skill he thought Aviator couldn't possibily have. Everything was smooth, careful, and perfect, all Aviator needed was the anatomical know-how, which Hook readily provided. It was about time the kid showed some taits from Hook's contribution to his mind.
"Well done. Yes, very well done." Hook whispered. "Where did you accquire such skill?"
"Watching you, and connecting what I saw with my memory." Aviator stated casually.
"Oh? Really? I don't remember yo--"
Hook stopped in mid sentence when he heard the familiar sounds of Bonecrusher and Longhaul stomping into the Medbay.
"You're slaggin' us Scavenger!" Bonecrusher growled
"No, I'm not! I swear! I was there! I saw it!" Scavenger cameback urgently. Despite the fact he did not have a mouth, the Constructicon miner still managed to look very flustered that his fellow workmen didn't believe that Aviator brought down Motormaster.
"Ok, ok, we believe ya'. Don't get yer circuits in a knot." Longhaul patted the tweaked miner on the shoulder.
However, Bonecrusher didn't seem so convinced.
"Done!" Aviator announced showing Hook his now patched up hand.
"Excellent! Now we'll put some covering metal on and you will be as good as new." Hook said examining Aviator's handiwork.
Just then Bonecrusher stomped up half shoving Hook out of the way. He slammed both hands down on either side of where Aviator sitting on the medtable and stuck his face so close to the young jet that their noses almost touched.
"Okay kid, look me in the optic, and don't you look away while you're talkin' or I'll break your neck." Bonecrusher's voice was unusually cold. Usually he just theatened someone's neck with a sly smirk on his face, but not now.
Aviator shrank back slightly in fear, but still kept his optics locked with Bonecrusher's and nodded.
"Did you, or did you not take down Motormaster?"
"Y-Yes." the young jet answered without a moment's hesitation.
Though his voice quavered in fear, Aviator optics did not.
Bonecrusher stared at him seriously for a few more seconds then a smirk pulled accross his face.
"Well now that we've got that sorted out, what do you say I introduce you to some of my fellow 'Cons around? It'll give you a little warm-up before Scrapper has you meet the high Command."
Because of the sudden change in attitude, it took Aviator a couple of seconds to comprehend what Bonecrusher had just asked him. When he did however, a big, bright smile spread across his face.
"Yes! Yes! I would like that very much! Thank you!" Aviator answered excitedly.
"Hold it both of you!" Hook stepped in like a scolding mother. "Aviator's not going anywhere until his hand is finished. And you Bonecrusher should cleanse yourself before the earth filth that you are covered in corrodes your circuits."
"Yes mother," Bonecrusher answered in a mock whine.
Hook looked up at the ceiling as if to ask Primus why he was cursed with the intolerable Bonecrusher. Then he turned back to Aviator.
"Well for the sake of speed my boy, I'm going to take over the reins of repairing and finish you up."
Aviator smiled and nodded, and held out his hand.
"So tell me, wherever did you find the strength to over power the mighty Motormaster?" Hook casually spoke while welding together the huge cut it in the palm of Aviator's hand where he had gripped the sword.
"From within. When I saw Motormaster hit Scavenger I got so angry I felt this wave of hate rise up through my core and run through my energon. Then I felt everything in my body power up and kick in. I guess the hate gives me an extra boost of strength, I wouldn't normally have. However, I think that's all it gives me." Aviator answered plainly.
"What do you mean that's all it gives you?" Hook was just finishing up with welding together the midsection of Aviator's thumb.
"All it gives me is an extra boost of strength to use skills I already have, it's a defense mechanism nothing more. Now while that may work for Powerglide or Motormaster, I don't think that alone is enough to face my true advisary."
"You're true advisary?" Hook looked up genuinely confused, they hadn't shown him Starscream yet, how could the boy know.
"My true advisary. Someone who's better than." Aviator smiled looking down at Hook.
Finally it dawned on Hook that the kid was not talking about Starscream in particular, but just those in general with more experience.
"Just remember boy, it's good to fight, but do it in moderation. You'll save yourself a lot of pain and grief."
Aviator nodded...
...................I think we've really got a good kid here. He's polite, quick to learn and he's as sharp as an energon sword. What more could you ask of and up and coming Constructicon? I wonder. His moderate temper, his willingness to fight, his kindness, his devotion. He might be the stablizing mind we need in the gestalt. On the otherhand, Mixmaster hasn't accepted him. I fear what may happen if they blended when we merge. Mixmaster's dislike might break him. Plus, we'd have to reformat Aviator's entire body to fit Devastator. Perhaps that possibility is only a hopeful dream, then again, have not the Constructicons made dreams into realities before? Of course we have. That's what has made us better than anyone else.
We shall see...
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Hello, my wonderful audience, my finals are over and winter vacation has begun. Blessed be! YAY!
Anyway, I wrote this chapter on the car ride up from Seattle, Washington to Whistler, Canada. Yes, 4 hours of nothing to do, but type fanfiction on my Laptop. Oh, and don't worry just because I'm in Canada doesn't mean I won't be presenting you with more chapters of both "Aviator" and "When We Were Young."
I love internet cafes. It'll be nice break after hitting the ski slopes all day.
Till Next time.
-Vega Sailor
June 12, 1987
Hook
Well, I can say that my assumptions of a wild kid running around, making a nuisiance of himself was completely uncalled for. Quite the contrary, Aviator is actually less of a nusiance than some of my other team members. At the very least the child is willing to keep himself clean, and most importantly he doesn't jump on me and give me a hug when he's covered in earth filth just to piss me off, unlike other members of my team, Bonecrusher and you too Scavenger. Anyway, it also seems Aviator has a taste for the medical field...........
Hook sighed wearily, when he finished fixing up the last of Motormaster's injuries. The surgeon looked up and nodded to the Stunticons sitting across the room. Now all their arrogent muckraker of a leader needed was a good refueling to replenish what had been lost from Aviator's attacks.
"Hook? Are you finished?"
Hook looked over at Scrapper who was working on Aviator's right hand, his left hand had already been finished with.
"Yes." the surgical engineer replied.
"Good, could you take care of the rest of this? I'm getting called by the high command. I'd get Mixmaster to do it, but he's being, well y'know."
"Right, not a problem. It will give me a chance to hear the days events in detail when I'm not mentally griping about having to fix someone I hate." Hook, walked over and took Scrapper's place.
Scrapper nodded and exited the medbay.
"Um. Hook?" Aviator almost whispered.
"Yes?" Hook didn't look up from his work
"Could I.....um.....could I try fixing myself?"
Hook's head snapped up, "what?"
"Well I....I...I want to learn how to do it and I thought I should under your supervision and on my own body." Aviator answered quietly.
At first Hook thought about saying no, then decided it might be nice to have one person to not have to worry about complaining on their relatively minor injury, and to have a possible obedient asisstant. After all, Aviator did have proper built hands for the job for the type of work. Hook knew because he had crafted them himself.
"All right." Hook handed the mini-welder to Aviator. "You probably want to start with this area here."
Hook watched, fascinated by the skill he thought Aviator couldn't possibily have. Everything was smooth, careful, and perfect, all Aviator needed was the anatomical know-how, which Hook readily provided. It was about time the kid showed some taits from Hook's contribution to his mind.
"Well done. Yes, very well done." Hook whispered. "Where did you accquire such skill?"
"Watching you, and connecting what I saw with my memory." Aviator stated casually.
"Oh? Really? I don't remember yo--"
Hook stopped in mid sentence when he heard the familiar sounds of Bonecrusher and Longhaul stomping into the Medbay.
"You're slaggin' us Scavenger!" Bonecrusher growled
"No, I'm not! I swear! I was there! I saw it!" Scavenger cameback urgently. Despite the fact he did not have a mouth, the Constructicon miner still managed to look very flustered that his fellow workmen didn't believe that Aviator brought down Motormaster.
"Ok, ok, we believe ya'. Don't get yer circuits in a knot." Longhaul patted the tweaked miner on the shoulder.
However, Bonecrusher didn't seem so convinced.
"Done!" Aviator announced showing Hook his now patched up hand.
"Excellent! Now we'll put some covering metal on and you will be as good as new." Hook said examining Aviator's handiwork.
Just then Bonecrusher stomped up half shoving Hook out of the way. He slammed both hands down on either side of where Aviator sitting on the medtable and stuck his face so close to the young jet that their noses almost touched.
"Okay kid, look me in the optic, and don't you look away while you're talkin' or I'll break your neck." Bonecrusher's voice was unusually cold. Usually he just theatened someone's neck with a sly smirk on his face, but not now.
Aviator shrank back slightly in fear, but still kept his optics locked with Bonecrusher's and nodded.
"Did you, or did you not take down Motormaster?"
"Y-Yes." the young jet answered without a moment's hesitation.
Though his voice quavered in fear, Aviator optics did not.
Bonecrusher stared at him seriously for a few more seconds then a smirk pulled accross his face.
"Well now that we've got that sorted out, what do you say I introduce you to some of my fellow 'Cons around? It'll give you a little warm-up before Scrapper has you meet the high Command."
Because of the sudden change in attitude, it took Aviator a couple of seconds to comprehend what Bonecrusher had just asked him. When he did however, a big, bright smile spread across his face.
"Yes! Yes! I would like that very much! Thank you!" Aviator answered excitedly.
"Hold it both of you!" Hook stepped in like a scolding mother. "Aviator's not going anywhere until his hand is finished. And you Bonecrusher should cleanse yourself before the earth filth that you are covered in corrodes your circuits."
"Yes mother," Bonecrusher answered in a mock whine.
Hook looked up at the ceiling as if to ask Primus why he was cursed with the intolerable Bonecrusher. Then he turned back to Aviator.
"Well for the sake of speed my boy, I'm going to take over the reins of repairing and finish you up."
Aviator smiled and nodded, and held out his hand.
"So tell me, wherever did you find the strength to over power the mighty Motormaster?" Hook casually spoke while welding together the huge cut it in the palm of Aviator's hand where he had gripped the sword.
"From within. When I saw Motormaster hit Scavenger I got so angry I felt this wave of hate rise up through my core and run through my energon. Then I felt everything in my body power up and kick in. I guess the hate gives me an extra boost of strength, I wouldn't normally have. However, I think that's all it gives me." Aviator answered plainly.
"What do you mean that's all it gives you?" Hook was just finishing up with welding together the midsection of Aviator's thumb.
"All it gives me is an extra boost of strength to use skills I already have, it's a defense mechanism nothing more. Now while that may work for Powerglide or Motormaster, I don't think that alone is enough to face my true advisary."
"You're true advisary?" Hook looked up genuinely confused, they hadn't shown him Starscream yet, how could the boy know.
"My true advisary. Someone who's better than." Aviator smiled looking down at Hook.
Finally it dawned on Hook that the kid was not talking about Starscream in particular, but just those in general with more experience.
"Just remember boy, it's good to fight, but do it in moderation. You'll save yourself a lot of pain and grief."
Aviator nodded...
...................I think we've really got a good kid here. He's polite, quick to learn and he's as sharp as an energon sword. What more could you ask of and up and coming Constructicon? I wonder. His moderate temper, his willingness to fight, his kindness, his devotion. He might be the stablizing mind we need in the gestalt. On the otherhand, Mixmaster hasn't accepted him. I fear what may happen if they blended when we merge. Mixmaster's dislike might break him. Plus, we'd have to reformat Aviator's entire body to fit Devastator. Perhaps that possibility is only a hopeful dream, then again, have not the Constructicons made dreams into realities before? Of course we have. That's what has made us better than anyone else.
We shall see...
**********************************************
Hello, my wonderful audience, my finals are over and winter vacation has begun. Blessed be! YAY!
Anyway, I wrote this chapter on the car ride up from Seattle, Washington to Whistler, Canada. Yes, 4 hours of nothing to do, but type fanfiction on my Laptop. Oh, and don't worry just because I'm in Canada doesn't mean I won't be presenting you with more chapters of both "Aviator" and "When We Were Young."
I love internet cafes. It'll be nice break after hitting the ski slopes all day.
Till Next time.
-Vega Sailor