Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2019 21:55:33 GMT
Mercy stood on a rocky outcrop, her arms folded across her chest, the petite form faced towards the rising sun, her blue optics staring at something, something which only she could see. She did not yet know how to deal or cope with the knowledge that the Cons were returning. In truth, she knew it was foolish of her to think the conflict happened to be over, the Decipticons defeated for good. Mercy also accepted that her true discomfort came from the fact that she feared what another war might bring to her. She was afraid that it might turn her into something dark, something which was no longer her.
She did not want to become corrupted by the war, by conflict, Mercy wished to save lives, to heal the injured, rebuild what had been destroyed. Yet, if there was another conflict to come from the Cons she would fight it, knowing first hand what they were capable of doing. She shook her head, still unable to face the idea of going back inside the base. Mercy struggled to cope with the underground environment at the best of times, when she grew stressed... It became utterly intolerable. She knew she should. "But what can I do?" She said out loud, wondering if the All Spark might hear her. Mercy was petite, small even by fembot standards. It was clear from her slim build she happened to not be a fighter, a soldier. She carried a weapon yes, but she struggled to hit anything other than walls with it when she trained.
She did not want to become corrupted by the war, by conflict, Mercy wished to save lives, to heal the injured, rebuild what had been destroyed. Yet, if there was another conflict to come from the Cons she would fight it, knowing first hand what they were capable of doing. She shook her head, still unable to face the idea of going back inside the base. Mercy struggled to cope with the underground environment at the best of times, when she grew stressed... It became utterly intolerable. She knew she should. "But what can I do?" She said out loud, wondering if the All Spark might hear her. Mercy was petite, small even by fembot standards. It was clear from her slim build she happened to not be a fighter, a soldier. She carried a weapon yes, but she struggled to hit anything other than walls with it when she trained.