User blog:Doomflower/Arcee's IC Journal/Hurt...

Down, but not out.

Went out for a while last night, and ended up getting ambushed by Blast Off. If a human's life hadn't been in the balance, I would have let that rusty scumbarge have it. But as it was, there wasn't any room for error because it would have been too easy to harm the nearby human, and it ended up being what I heard Daniel Witwicky refer to as 'death by a thousand paper cuts' for me. Easy pickings for the Combaticon. Stupid for me. Oh, so stupid. Elita One would have told me as much.

I practically crawled back to base, bleeding fuel from every port, and yes, I deserved every minute of it. Pain is a persistent reminder of one's mortality and limitations. Of one's foolish mistakes. Maybe I'm just not acclimated to Earth combat yet, after my last assignment on a metal world. The terrain and the residents are considerably different from metal worlds, and while I love to just drive and sight-see, the current situation makes it entirely too dangerous to do so.

Morale. Aren't I supposed to be the morale officer, now? And then Blaster has suddenly accepted the Intel XO position. Honestly, I wasn't expecting anything different. Not that he doesn't deserve it, but...I had my hopes up. Admittedly, Blurr got my hopes up about this, too, though I doubt this was his decision. Little blow to the ego, there. Down, but not out. Femmes tend to have to prove themselves a lot more in the Autobot ranks. It's a jungle out there, kid.

Anyhow, back to the human. He was hiking when I came across him. Oddly enough, following the Decepticon's departure, he gave me a folder to give to the EDC. I suppose I'll give it to Daniel or Marissa Fairbourne...he didn't seem to be particular about who received it.

Enough for now, time to recharge and think about how close I came to getting killed.