1025/Frustrations and Apologies

**Hammerstrike has posed:**
There was only so much a temp guard could do, and Hammerstrike had finished his rotation. As such, the large mech was scheduled back to Cybertron to resume his regular duties. Hammerstrike moves with that same, plodding but deliberate gait he tends to adopt towards the shuttle, getting there just on time to board. There's not a whole lot of people going between the moon and Cybertron that aren't doing so for work these days. Hammerstrike steps in, glancing around, looking for his assigned seat.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock was also already situated on the shuttle, merely looking out the window of her assigned seat dourly... She'd been on the moon for work, but it was away from the garrison, she'd been tempted to check on Blast off and Vortex but...

      She had decided against it, feeling miserable as it was about everything and just wanted to forget. A frown remained on her face as she remained staring out the window, cheek planted in her hand.

**Hammerstrike has posed:**
Hammerstrike walks over to the seat he was assigned. He looked and sees Starlock there next to where he'd been assigned. He then looks down at the card his seat number was etched onto, squinting his optics and bringing it closer to his face, examining it carefully, then looking at the number on the seat. Then he looks at Starlock once more. Shoulders slumping somewhat, he tries to quietly sit down beside her, but keeps looking straight ahead. His hands rest firmly on his blocky thighs, face set grim and determined to keep staring straight ahead.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock's finial closes to Hammerstrike twitched as he sat down near her and she glanced back with a shuttering of her optics as she looked him over... Well, this was awkward... She'd vent a quiet sight and looked back out the window once more, and after what she felt like was to long of an awkward silence. "...Hello."

**Hammerstrike has posed:**
Hammerstrike is at first silent, his jaw set and immobile, almost as if he did not hear Starlock's greeting. But finally, he slightly turns his head, giving Starlock a side glance. He then offers a slight nod. "Hello." He responds in his deep voice.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Well, this was awkward. Starlock vented a sigh and kept her optics out on the world outside the shuttle, not looking at the other larger mech again, just yet...

      "...How goes..everything?" She'd heistaintly ask, trying to get her mind to focus elsewhere then what was plaguing it.

**Hammerstrike has posed:**
A last sweep was being done by the staff on the shuttle to make sure everyone was boarded and in their seats. But such a disctraction was brief, leaving Hammerstrike once again with the awkward situation at hand. And a question to answer.

"Fine." Hammerstrike shifts slightly, sitting more upright rather than leaning back, hands balling up somewhat as they remain on his lap.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock would be silent again, before venting a sigh, and looking down, before looking back up at him, knitting her ridges. "....Uh.. Sorry.. About before." She'd say softly, before looking back out. "...I shouldn't have gotten snippy at you."

**Hammerstrike has posed:**
Yet again, Starlock's remarks are left there, hanging into a silent soundscape. Hammerstrike remains statue-like in his rigid stature and lack of communication for a while longer, before his chin dips into a nod of acknowledgement. "Apology accepted." Hammerstrike seems like he is content to leave at that at first, but then after another pause, he turns to look down at Starlock. "If you have a problem with how things are run, take your frustration to the people who make the rules, not the ones who carry them out. You'll have less to apologize for, then." Two solid sentences strung together. Remarkable.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock's optics dimmed and her lips pressed into a thin line as she watched out the window. "...I would, but I already know nothing will be done, and just thrown under the hatch." She hated the fact she was complacent to the horrible things that were happening. "...Besides, It seems the only way I learn things is by messing up and people yelling at me and /then/ telling me how this stuff is supposed to work and just.." She'd vent out an angry, aggravated sigh, closing her optics.

**Hammerstrike has posed:**
Hammerstrike very slightly seems to recoil as Starlock continues to talk out her frustration, but he otherwise maintains his grim and stern visage. His chin lowers, optics narrowing slightly as he resumes staring at the back of the seats in front of them, optic ridges knitting together intensely.

"That is a dangerous way to learn. But, the lessons stay longer."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "....I'm not happy with it ether." She'd admit with a sigh, rubbing the building lubricant at her optics, she was quite sick of being told how to do her job, and how she was just a screw up and.. Well, these where things she wouldn't state aloud. "...Sorry." She'd sigh again, thinking to herself how she needed to shut up. "...Just so sick of everything being miserable, and horrible people getting away with horrible things..." She'd add in a whisper.

**Hammerstrike has posed:**
Hammerstrike tilts his head, seeming for a moment somewhat confused. He then narrows his optics, as if trying to figure whatever perplexity had come to his attnetion on his own. After a moment of mental rumination he looks over at Starlock again. "Garrus-1 is where we put horrible people so they don't get away with horrible things. And I was making sure it stayed that way."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock sighed and pinched at her nose bridge, and still didn't look at Hammerstrike. "..Hammer.. no it.. It isn't' that simple." She'd vent a sigh. "I.." she'd then glance around, dropping her voice, ensuring there was no one there eavesdropping, no camera that could spy on her, and cause her words to have horrible repercussions...

      "...You do.. Understand that place is known for encouraging the beatings of prisoners.. right?" She'd hint. "..There was a /reason/ I was doing what I was." she'd murmur.

**Hammerstrike has posed:**
Hammerstrike shakes his head. "I have heard the rumours. But I was assured that they were only rumours. I saw no evidence of beatings while I was there. I was also strictly told not to harm the prisoners unless they bevame violent." Hammerstrike nods his head. "I assumed any injuries were the result of escape attempts or interrogation."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "...I mean with someone like you around, makes sense they'd behave.." she'd muse to herself. "Wounds where form the escape attempt I was just.. trying to make sure /someone else/ didn't purposely make them worse..." She'd add softly. "..If someone /shot/ them in the processor during an interrogation, i'd be throwing my badge away right now.. that sort of violence is unnecessary, immoral and just.. Wrong." she'd hiss.

**Hammerstrike has posed:**
"I don't tell interrogators how to do their job." Hammerstrike says gruffly, shoulders rising up. Finally, the shuttle is taking off. Hammerstrike leans back a bit. There's no getting off of this shuttle now. "The head shot was during an escape attempt. I read the reports." One shoulder relaxes, but the one closest to Starlock seems to remain hunched up.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "...There is still a line, because at what point, do we become /just/ like them? I understand needing to stoop, but even then...How can we claim ourselves any better." She'd state softly, hugging herself, and sighed. "...Sorry." She'd state again, going quiet. "This is dumb, i'm being dumb.."

**Hammerstrike has posed:**
Hammerstrike glances away when Starlock begins calling herself dumb. Once again Starlock is greeted with a protracted silence from the large mech.

**Starlock has posed:**
     She's gone silent again, having retreated back deep into her thoughts, struggling with them, eventually she just vents a sight. venting a sad chuckle. "Sorry, I shouldn't of dumped this on you." She'd pinch her nose bridge, and wave her hand. "I should be talking to Rung.."

**Hammerstrike has posed:**
Hammerstrike just shrugs his massive shoulders. "It's a long ride back to Cybertron." His optics narrow as he peers straight ahead some more. What he means by that, though, he does not elaborate on.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Mmm...That it is." She'd respond, looking at the window still, before glancing back. "...My apologies still stands.. Shouldn't of gotten angry at you.. I know better." She'd add, finding a the moment of clarity she needed to allow her to think straight.

**Hammerstrike has posed:**
Once again, Starlock just gets a silent nod from the large mech. But there is a hint of softening in his stern face as he does so.

**Starlock has posed:**
     She was quiet again, thinking, before she started speaking. "...Being a doctor, patients.. will sometimes get violent with us, because they don't understand what's going on, or.. lash out, and blame us for being unable to do something or to stop something horrible that happened... /Most/ don't' do it because their actively trying to be malicious." She'd fall silent again. "I forgot that... and did that to you, and that was unacceptable."

**Hammerstrike has posed:**
Hammerstrike lifts his head. "No more explanation is needed. You realized your error on your own. That is the most important." And Hammerstrike does a very rare thing. He smiles. Sort of. "Better than being told what you did wrong." However, the rare phenomenon does not last as Hammerstrike's face grows grim while is optics grow dim.

**Starlock has posed:**
     There was.. a sigh, but not a sigh of her dour attitude, but of relife. She'd blink a moment at Hammerstrike's smile, and one of her own grew on her face, as she finally turned from the window, and huffed. "Yes." She'd glance down. "Thank you.." She'd nod, starting to feel a bit at ease once more.

**Hammerstrike has posed:**
Thanks given, Hammerstrike just does what he does best. Nods and says nothing more. Well. Second best. What Hammerstrike does best is disapprove.