shitposting rave 2, electric boogaloo

I do not believe people can desert from a cause they never chose to join in the first place. What is it you say about slavery, Nichrome?

 

Try me. I'm sure I will surprise you.

 

Oh slag they are MTOs?
That was so fragged up. I'm sorry you guys. Really. That kind of scrap... Is the opposite of what I stand for.
Besides I hang out with a "Deserter" on the regular. Silverweave is nice.

 

I was a Genericon.

 

-tilts her head-
...And here I thought you were the poster child of the cause.

 

Yes. I did not mean to imply that you would be cruel to them. You value loyalty but also freedom, and that is one thing I respect you for.

 

what do people really think that? I have been a Decepticon from pretty much the beginning, but I don't actually agree with most of the slag we did during the war. Hard to campaign against something from a tiny space station in the middle of nowhere though, especially when you aren't a C.O.
This isn't an excuse, just an explanation of why I didn't openly protest anything. I'm just one minibot. It's not like anything would have happened except getting ignored until Tarn could pencil me into his busy schedule.

Thank you that means a lot.

 

You still wear the colours and the badge. That suggests a few things.

 

I refuse to stop wearing a badge just because someone has declared all I ever stood for was a mistake. No. The premise of equality, freedom of choice and community are still just as important as when I was fighting law enforcers.

 

It is a medicine, of sorts, it extends life.

I'm not sure how long our courtship took because I would have to pinpoint when it actually began.

I met Ford twenty-five years ago, about, give or take time shifts caused by dimensional travel and the like.

We were attending lectures together and we were in a laboratory section together because at that time there was no way for dimensional travellers to test out of redoing their entire educations, so even though he had two doctorates under his belt, he was in a class with me: 21 years old and fairly badly educated in terms of anything but the most basic life skills (cooking*, cleaning, arithmetic, reading, poetry, dancing, basic economics) and witchcraft (mostly curse-breaking).

I had never before in my life seen a person that I thought was pretty in a way that I wanted to touch, not just look at.

I watched him one afternoon putting an artifice together and I couldn't stop looking at his hands, you know. They're so big, but he was doing incredibly delicate work, and I realised that I was thinking about what it would be like to have him touch me that way.

I ... really did not know what to do about that.

Then he confused matters further by intervening in a number of situations where people were trying to bully me, including a few I was frankly better suited to handle than he was. This culminated in one of those jackrods knocking him right into my chemistry homework which exploded, and Ford standing there stammering apologies at me while the acid burned through his clothes, and me marching him over to the lab shower and pushing him under it and holding his arm in place until I could see how bad it was burnt.

You would think we would have started talking then.

But no.

It occurred to me one afternoon when I was having the usual run of intrusive thoughts where my mind mentally calculates escape routes and how I would have to take people out if they got in my way that I was considering how I would get out and save him as well because I knew he'd jump in and try to defend me.

Then he came to me for help getting a curse off. A curse that I couldn't break, because he had been astoundingly thoroughly duped and betrayed by a demon while living in a world where educated people of his persuasion believed that demons either didn't exist or were alien beings their "primitive ancestors" didn't understand.

There was no way he could afford to pay me for his maintenance treatment and bribe the surgeon to help me put the plate in his head and all of the other specialised help we were going to need just to keep him sane and functional.

I let him tutor me because I was on the edge of failing several classes not due to stupidity but due to lack of basic groundwork (and in some cases, talent--I'm not good at languages, except for the ones I grew up speaking). At a certain point I had to admit to him that I'd completely lost my objectivity and fallen in love with him. That would be when our courtship officially started, I would think, but I was so nervous after I made my confession that I simply kissed him to keep him from talking. When we had to stop, and he got his breath back, he--unintentionally, I think, at least consciously--announced his intention to marry me. So you could say that our courtship took about ten minutes, but according to my sister, it started the first time we actually looked at each other.

And...while we moved in together shortly after that, we weren't able to really live as husband and wife until after he had the plate installed, out of fear that the demon would try something funny while I was distracted by our intimacies. (My wards were better than that, but I understood his concerns.)

And people started addressing me as though I were his wife shortly after we moved in together, and I never corrected them, but it took us nearly ten years to go through an actual wedding. Partly because it was expensive--we had to go offworld--and partly because it never really mattered to us; he'd written me a marriage contract and given me a ring and his name, and we were happy together as we were. So...did our courtship end when we finally took the vows, or when I accepted the proposal he accidentally made in his flusterment?

*ARE YOU HAPPY GETHENY?

 

Funny. I only got any of those once I left.

 

*he sighs wistfully*
Oh that is just... Such a wonderful story. I'm sorry, is that weird? They should write an epos about your love. That is incredibly cute.
I thought no one would ever take interest in me, but... It turns out I was pretty wrong about that! I'm not sure how official it is or anything, but I think... Well they all insist they won't let me go away and I tell them that they won't get rid of me that easily anymore anyway. Someone has to look after them!

 

Yeah and I'm sorry about that. Listen, we don't have to be friends, but I'm not your enemy. I won't harm you unless you harm those under my command.

 

-regards her for a long moment-
...Likewise.
At least you're not the DJD.

 

I must point out that you do NOT know how to cook.

 

I know how to use the microwave!

 

Aw, thanks, and of course I don't think that it's weird that you think it's a cute story! And that's great, you deserve to be loved!

 

As long as you don't have to use it for anything other than heating stuff up, I will grant you that.

 

Frag no. Tarn can go interface an acidpit for all I care.

 

It isn't that easy to remember sometimes. I'm kinda broken and also very small and I get upset at a lot of things so I'm pretty useless. And also people make a lot of fun of my name :/