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thistlebot:

Medic Whirl AU color scheme. He’s a rescue chopper who specializes in ferrying injured Autobots to safety. Fanart of a friend’s concept - 1 2 3

Look at this handsome bastard. How could I not write something about him?!  <3
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This was not what Rung was expecting. Granted, he didn’t have a clear vision of what a patient described by his superiors as ‘earnest and devoted, but a little too intensely for his own good sometimes’ would be but this… was not it.
This was one of the most ridiculously attractive bots Rung had ever seen. It was not a fair or complete assessment, to be sure, but it was his honest first impression. Rung stopped in the doorway, momentarily struck by the elegance of the bot’s long, spare lines. There was nothing too flashy about his colours; simple, straight-forward, medics crosses on both shoulders, a few red highlights here and there to drive the distinction home.
“Whirl?”
His head came up and Rung had been prepared for that. One optic, no face, simple, primitive, efficient design; a crude replacement for what could never truly be replaced, but still he made it expressive, made it exotic, and Rung stared despite himself.
“Yes?”
“My name is Rung. Please come in.” He gestured through the door to his office and the big bot stood, meeting his gaze briefly before lowering it again. Not shy, thought Rung, lacking in confidence? But how? He had read the list of commendations and the feats that spawned them.
Whirl passed him, glanced around the room and seated himself on the edge of the couch.
“How does this work?” he asked quietly.
“Well,” said Rung, “it depends on you. We can just talk, if you’d like, or if there’s something specific-”
“I dropped him.”
“-then let’s start there.” Rung sat down beside the couch. “Who did you drop?”
“Switch. His name was Switch. He was a crane operator and the crane toppled over. Or, it would have, except it hit a building and stayed propped up long enough for me to-” He stopped abruptly. “Rung. I- I don’t really need to be here. My boss is worried about me but I’m all right. Really. I just… you can’t save everyone, right?” He looked up, single optic searching, hands- claws- fretting in his lap.
“No, you can’t. But you don’t believe that, do you?” Rung waited but Whirl didn’t reply. “You think you can save everyone, if you’re strong enough, fast enough, right?”
Whirl gave a curt nod. “The wind was too unpredictable- but I know how to hover in a stiff wind! I just- I hadn’t done it in an urban setting in a while and-” He shrugged and looked away. “It was my fault,” he whispered. “I should have clipped the line to myself first.”
“Whirl?”
One blazing optic suddenly focused on Rung to the exclusion of all else.
“I’ve been reading your file.” Rung flicked one finger across the screen of his data pad. “You have a history of survivor’s guilt when missions result in fatalities, though I see you have declined treatment beyond the minimum visits to the staff psychiatrist. You…” Rung paused, re-reading the sentence. “…you lost your hands when you attempted to rescue a bot who had fallen into a smelting pool. Good grief.”
He glanced at Whirl’s claws.
“Tell me about Switch.”
Whirl sat up, stretching his shoulders, then hunched in on himself again. “Like I said. The wind was unpredictable. I had trouble keeping steady; it’s the tall buildings, they make the air currents move in unusual patterns up there. I’ve practiced it but-” he shook his head, “-it’s not the same as doing it for real.” He scratched at the base of his aeriel, a nervous tic, thought Rung, not an actual static itch.
“I talked him out onto the boom, as close to me as possible. I got him to put on the harness. There was a search light- a police light- something- and it flashed across my visual feed. I made him wait until my sight was restored and I almost got him clipped to my belly when the wind just-” He swooped one hand up and then dropped it into his lap. “He was just gone. If I hadn’t made him wait-”
“Whirl, you know you made the right choice. You couldn’t see.”
“I could’ve switched to infrared-”
“Which takes several more seconds to swap over on your HUD than it does to reboot your visual feed.”
“I know. I know. But if I’d’ve just…” His voice trailed off and he glanced sideways at Rung again. The sorrow and guilt in that glance made Rung’s head hurt. “I mean, he was right there! I should have been able to grab him, or grab the line! But he fell! He fell. I dropped him!”
“He fell. That isn’t your fault.”
“But I told him he would be okay!”
“And you believed he would be, and you wanted him to be. He needed to hear that.”
“I lied to him.”
“You tried to save him. You went up there when no one else could- you shouldn’t have been flying that high in that kind of weather!”
“It doesn’t matter. I promised him.”
Rung sat back. “Whirl, you can’t promise that.”
Whirl’s optic dilated, a flare of panic. “But I-”
“You are very very good at your job, but you can’t promise that. Sometimes people don’t make it.”
“But if I-”
“Your superiors are worried that you will do worse than injure yourself in your desire to help someone else, someday. That’s why you’re here.”
Whirl was silent. “I know. I just-” He sighed and looked around, gaze bouncing from one little model ship in Rung’s collection to the next. “-I wish I was good enough that I could do my job without them worrying.”
“You would have to be invincible. No one is invincible.”
“I can try, right?” There was humour in his voice, a bit of something coy and daring, and Rung found himself smiling. Little wonder the bot usually got his way in the Medical Air Corps.
“No, I think the point here is that you need to accept that neither you- nor anyone else- are invincible.”
“Of course, doctor.”
“I want you to say it.”
“What good do you think that’ll do?” He cocked his head, surveying Rung with uncertain curiosity.
“It will give you something to think about. Come on. ‘I am not invincible’.”
“I am not invincible.” His optic contracted. “I dunno. It kind of feels like I’m lying again.”
“Again.”
“I am not invincible.” Whirl was silent for a moment. “I wish I could be.” He hung his head. “I really wish.”

thistlebot:

Medic Whirl AU color scheme. He’s a rescue chopper who specializes in ferrying injured Autobots to safety. Fanart of a friend’s concept - 1 2 3

Look at this handsome bastard. How could I not write something about him?!  <3

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This was not what Rung was expecting. Granted, he didn’t have a clear vision of what a patient described by his superiors as ‘earnest and devoted, but a little too intensely for his own good sometimes’ would be but this… was not it.

This was one of the most ridiculously attractive bots Rung had ever seen. It was not a fair or complete assessment, to be sure, but it was his honest first impression. Rung stopped in the doorway, momentarily struck by the elegance of the bot’s long, spare lines. There was nothing too flashy about his colours; simple, straight-forward, medics crosses on both shoulders, a few red highlights here and there to drive the distinction home.

“Whirl?”

His head came up and Rung had been prepared for that. One optic, no face, simple, primitive, efficient design; a crude replacement for what could never truly be replaced, but still he made it expressive, made it exotic, and Rung stared despite himself.

“Yes?”

“My name is Rung. Please come in.” He gestured through the door to his office and the big bot stood, meeting his gaze briefly before lowering it again. Not shy, thought Rung, lacking in confidence? But how? He had read the list of commendations and the feats that spawned them.

Whirl passed him, glanced around the room and seated himself on the edge of the couch.

“How does this work?” he asked quietly.

“Well,” said Rung, “it depends on you. We can just talk, if you’d like, or if there’s something specific-”

“I dropped him.”

“-then let’s start there.” Rung sat down beside the couch. “Who did you drop?”

“Switch. His name was Switch. He was a crane operator and the crane toppled over. Or, it would have, except it hit a building and stayed propped up long enough for me to-” He stopped abruptly. “Rung. I- I don’t really need to be here. My boss is worried about me but I’m all right. Really. I just… you can’t save everyone, right?” He looked up, single optic searching, hands- claws- fretting in his lap.

“No, you can’t. But you don’t believe that, do you?” Rung waited but Whirl didn’t reply. “You think you can save everyone, if you’re strong enough, fast enough, right?”

Whirl gave a curt nod. “The wind was too unpredictable- but I know how to hover in a stiff wind! I just- I hadn’t done it in an urban setting in a while and-” He shrugged and looked away. “It was my fault,” he whispered. “I should have clipped the line to myself first.”

“Whirl?”

One blazing optic suddenly focused on Rung to the exclusion of all else.

“I’ve been reading your file.” Rung flicked one finger across the screen of his data pad. “You have a history of survivor’s guilt when missions result in fatalities, though I see you have declined treatment beyond the minimum visits to the staff psychiatrist. You…” Rung paused, re-reading the sentence. “…you lost your hands when you attempted to rescue a bot who had fallen into a smelting pool. Good grief.”

He glanced at Whirl’s claws.

“Tell me about Switch.”

Whirl sat up, stretching his shoulders, then hunched in on himself again. “Like I said. The wind was unpredictable. I had trouble keeping steady; it’s the tall buildings, they make the air currents move in unusual patterns up there. I’ve practiced it but-” he shook his head, “-it’s not the same as doing it for real.” He scratched at the base of his aeriel, a nervous tic, thought Rung, not an actual static itch.

“I talked him out onto the boom, as close to me as possible. I got him to put on the harness. There was a search light- a police light- something- and it flashed across my visual feed. I made him wait until my sight was restored and I almost got him clipped to my belly when the wind just-” He swooped one hand up and then dropped it into his lap. “He was just gone. If I hadn’t made him wait-”

“Whirl, you know you made the right choice. You couldn’t see.”

“I could’ve switched to infrared-”

“Which takes several more seconds to swap over on your HUD than it does to reboot your visual feed.”

“I know. I know. But if I’d’ve just…” His voice trailed off and he glanced sideways at Rung again. The sorrow and guilt in that glance made Rung’s head hurt. “I mean, he was right there! I should have been able to grab him, or grab the line! But he fell! He fell. I dropped him!”

“He fell. That isn’t your fault.”

“But I told him he would be okay!”

“And you believed he would be, and you wanted him to be. He needed to hear that.”

“I lied to him.”

“You tried to save him. You went up there when no one else could- you shouldn’t have been flying that high in that kind of weather!”

“It doesn’t matter. I promised him.”

Rung sat back. “Whirl, you can’t promise that.”

Whirl’s optic dilated, a flare of panic. “But I-”

“You are very very good at your job, but you can’t promise that. Sometimes people don’t make it.”

“But if I-”

“Your superiors are worried that you will do worse than injure yourself in your desire to help someone else, someday. That’s why you’re here.”

Whirl was silent. “I know. I just-” He sighed and looked around, gaze bouncing from one little model ship in Rung’s collection to the next. “-I wish I was good enough that I could do my job without them worrying.”

“You would have to be invincible. No one is invincible.”

“I can try, right?” There was humour in his voice, a bit of something coy and daring, and Rung found himself smiling. Little wonder the bot usually got his way in the Medical Air Corps.

“No, I think the point here is that you need to accept that neither you- nor anyone else- are invincible.”

“Of course, doctor.”

“I want you to say it.”

“What good do you think that’ll do?” He cocked his head, surveying Rung with uncertain curiosity.

“It will give you something to think about. Come on. ‘I am not invincible’.”

“I am not invincible.” His optic contracted. “I dunno. It kind of feels like I’m lying again.”

“Again.”

“I am not invincible.” Whirl was silent for a moment. “I wish I could be.” He hung his head. “I really wish.”


TOD VON OBEN! - 9 x 12&#8221; - coloured pencil &amp; acrylic
It occurred to me that I&#8217;d never done a full, finished portrait of Whirl, even though he&#8217;s my favourite Transformers&#160;: MTMTE cast member. FOR SHAME! :O Remedied now.
Thinking of offering prints if people are interested? Drop me a reply/comment/ask if you are so I can figure out the logistics of printing :) TOD VON OBEN! - 9 x 12&#8221; - coloured pencil &amp; acrylic
It occurred to me that I&#8217;d never done a full, finished portrait of Whirl, even though he&#8217;s my favourite Transformers&#160;: MTMTE cast member. FOR SHAME! :O Remedied now.
Thinking of offering prints if people are interested? Drop me a reply/comment/ask if you are so I can figure out the logistics of printing :)

TOD VON OBEN! - 9 x 12” - coloured pencil & acrylic

It occurred to me that I’d never done a full, finished portrait of Whirl, even though he’s my favourite Transformers : MTMTE cast member. FOR SHAME! :O Remedied now.

Thinking of offering prints if people are interested? Drop me a reply/comment/ask if you are so I can figure out the logistics of printing :)


http://happygoldfish.tumblr.com/post/73319749733/theangrybee-i-had-a-dream-where-i-was-reading-a →

theangrybee:

I had a dream where I was reading a MTMTE comic, and Whirl is infected with some weird fatal cybertonian virus created by Shockwave. The lost light crew have no choice but to put Whirl in quarantine, doomed to die a slow horrible death.
I remember in my dream yelling, “No!…

Nooooo, I can feel this taking root in my brain. Whyyyyyyy