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elitaxne · 6 years

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💓- A memory about their friends💗- A memory about a good deed they did

« MEME REFERENCE » ○「 CLOSED 」

💗 ┊ ❛ A memory about a good deed they did ❜

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Helm-deep in a data pad Elita meandered through the busy walkway as she did every morning, reading over the internal reports from the Towers, then caught up on the news that had flooded in while she was recharging. Taking another step something blocked her path and she tripped over the unknown obstacle. Giving a slight yelp the rose-gold femme managed to regain her balance before tumbling completely forwards, fumbling with the data pad mid-air before it too settled in a tightened grip.

Optics shot down to see nothing, then continued to the side where a lower-caste mecha cowered beneath an overhanging awning, previously sprawled leg retracted at the blunder. And for good reason, they recognized who this particular femme was; the newly inducted High Councillor — Elita-1. Rusted over plating rattled and the bot immediately scampered as best they could with one leg around the corner into the alley, cowering behind waste and other rubbish in absolute FEAR.

❝ Wait— ❞ Elita called, slipping through passing mecha too busy to wonder why she went against the current flow. Standing at the lip of the alley she found them again, trembling in her shadow with servos raised protectively in front of their helm. Her spark ACHED in its casing, twisting and churning as the all too familiar mannerism flashed through her processors. Making a move to step forwards the mecha again got onto their knee joints, as though preparing to take off, despite know she would easily catch them.

❝ No, no, please — Don’t, ❞ she pleaded, sub-spacing her data pad and holding her own servos up as a sign of non-threatening intent. The other mecha gawked, frozen in place as green optics looked over her frame. Elita took a slow, cautious step closer, crouch amongst the grime and sticky contents seeping from the surrounding litter. ❝ I apologize. I was not paying proper attention…. Are you injured at all? ❞ she asked, optics softening in genuine concern.

The mecha glanced down to their only good leg, despite the usual rusting and scratches that came with living on the streets, there was nothing obscenely out of order. They shook their helm apprehensively, optics averting to stare at her pedes — not wanting to equal, such was the law.

❝ It is okay, ❞ Elita reassured, ❝ What… what is your designation? ❞

Green optics dimmed and the mecha shook their helm, pointing with a single digit to the burn marks surrounding their neck. They had forceful removed a slave collar, tearing their vocalizer out in the process — they could no longer speak. But, it didn’t stop there, a servo rose to the side of their helm where vacant holes were motioned too. Their audials had also been removed. They were both deaf and mute.

Slender digits that had once been reaching out curled back, as denta bit at her lower lip component. Another reason why she DESPISED the caste system, another reason it needed to be abolished. Racking her processors the young Councillor’s optics lit up, holding both servos up for the other to clearly see.

❝ Do… you… sign? ❞ she said, as servos bent and waved to formulate the non-verbal question. The other mecha watched, optics brightening in an instant as their helm nodded vigourously.

Rusted servos came up, signing back their reply.

* My name is Dion *

Elita blinked, truthfully she was new at this form of communication but it only took a few seconds for her to understand.

❝ Dion? ❞ she asked, repeating the servo motion, and the mech nodded again. Elita vented with a smile, inching closer still, again signing to the mech.

* How can I help you, Dion? Energon? Shanix? Tell me what you need. *

Dion blinked, unsure what to ask for. He was in the presence of a HIGH COUNCILLOR — he shouldn’t even be in her presence at all, let alone communicating with her. But her EM Field was warm, and large optics bright and inviting. She wasn’t like the other Councillors, or other high-caste mecha for that matter. No one had ever stopped for him before. She was the first.

* You don’t have to. I’ll be fine. You have more important things to worry over than me… *

Elita shook her helm, youthful features riddled with sympathy.

* I want to. I want to undo all that THEY have done… even if I have to do it one bot at a time. *

Dion’s optics flickered back to the opening of the alleyway behind the rose gold femme, watching bustling, polished mecha ( and their servants ) with a weary, melancholic ventilation. Silver lip plates tugged into a frown, and the mech shook his helm, optics lifting to find her bright cerulean hues with unrivalled pain.

* There is nothing you can do to stop it. *

Elita frowned, biting her lower lip component — she was too stubborn for her own good. Canting her helm to the side optics narrowed in determination.

* Perhaps. But I can help you. That must count for something…? *

Dion vented in amusement, smiling through the centuries of rust and discolouration. This young femme, while perhaps more idealistic and optimistic than she should be as a Councillor was undoubtedly tenacious. Maybe change was on the horizon with her on the bench.

* You’ve twisted my arm. *

The mech vented again in amusement, shaking his helm with a smile. Elita chuckled, watching as aged servos moved in the air.

* Some Energon would be greatly appreciated. *

Elita nodded, rising to her full towering stature. Energon it is, extra so he could refuel for a week. Going to leave the mech lurched forward, catching her attention before she disappeared into the crowd. Green optics softened as he sighed.

* Thank you, Elita. *

The Councillor nodded again with a gentle smile.

* You are welcome, Dion. *

#wily red and galeforce gold #╰ ♔ ·｡ ┊ ᴅᴜʟʏ ɴᴏᴛᴇᴅ ○「 ᴀsᴋʙᴏx 」#╰ ♔ ·｡ ┊ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ ɪs ɴɪɢʜ ○「 ᴍᴇᴍᴇ ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇs 」#[ im putting the other in a separate post xD ]#[ since im the queen of long drabbles OTL ]#◤— · // « ᴠᴇʀsᴇ » ┊ ❛ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇ ϙᴜᴇᴇɴ ᴄᴏɴϙᴜᴇʀ ❜ ○「 ᴘʀᴇ﹣ᴡᴀʀ 」

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elitaxne · 6 years

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Meme:⏳

« MEME REFERENCE » ○「 ACCEPTING 」

⏳ ┊ ❛ Muse talking openly about a bit of their backstory ❜

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❝ My Carrier had bright pink plating before she and my Sire were sent to an outlier boundary in Gygax, where I later was sparked. I only ever knew her to have the dingy colouring from the Energon refinery, and recurring rust storms in the district; all of our frames were turned to copper hues from the harsh conditions there. My Carrier promised me that one day we would all leave Sola, and I could have bright paint like she once did…

She passed away before the promise could come to fruition, but I eventually did wear her original colours during my time as a Courier, then made them mine own after my reformation.

I like to think she would approve, even if my shade is more vibrant than hers used to be. ❞

#[ so now you know why she's pink ]#[ it's because she's sentimental ]#╰ ♔ ·｡ ┊ ғɪғᴛʏ sʜᴀᴅᴇs ᴏғ ɢʀᴇʏғᴀᴄᴇs ○「 ᴀɴᴏɴ 」#╰ ♔ ·｡ ┊ ᴅᴜʟʏ ɴᴏᴛᴇᴅ ○「 ᴀsᴋʙᴏx 」#╰ ♔ ·｡ ┊ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ ɪs ɴɪɢʜ ○「 ᴍᴇᴍᴇ ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇs 」#╰ ♔ ·｡ ┊ sᴏ sʜᴀʟʟ ɪᴛ ʙᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ○「 ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs 」

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