voice test!
Mar. 2nd, 2015 04:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
legthwiseAfter only 3 months of being stationed at Delphi Ambulon was starting to think that perhaps he has made a mistake in accepting this job assignment . Yes he is thrilled to be out of that Decepticon lab and to have been taken in by the Autobots. But Primus this post is boring. Messatine is cold and empty and so out of the way. Not to mention being the home planet to the DJD, which certainly has put Aumbulon on high alert since he found out. You would think that would be something to mention to the ex-Decepticon while he is applying for the position. Apparently not. His coworker, First Aid, is nice enough if not a bit…strange. They get along but Ambulon still feels an outsider. It probably doesn’t help that his boss seems to hate him.
Pharma has been at him since day one, picking on small mistakes, sneering at him when he tries to be helpful, even finding ways to backhandedly insult him when he does something right. First Aid says it’s because he hates Decepticons, but Ambulon refuses to accept that. He’s an Autobot now and even when he was a Decepticon it certainly wasn’t by choice.
After a particularly long shift Ambulon has found himself sitting in one of the common spaces in the living quarters of the clinic. As far as he knows First Aid in on call and Pharma has stepped out to take car of some business or another. Ambulon doesn’t question it,He had saved up enough shanix to put an order in for his favorite kind of engex and has decided that today is as good a day as any to enjoy it. Reclining gently into the cushion of one of the couches he takes a long sip from the canister relishing in it’s rich flavor. For once he actually starts to relax, enjoying being alone to just decompress a bit. That is until he hears approaching footsteps. He groans sitting up to look over at the door.
Pharma has been at him since day one, picking on small mistakes, sneering at him when he tries to be helpful, even finding ways to backhandedly insult him when he does something right. First Aid says it’s because he hates Decepticons, but Ambulon refuses to accept that. He’s an Autobot now and even when he was a Decepticon it certainly wasn’t by choice.
After a particularly long shift Ambulon has found himself sitting in one of the common spaces in the living quarters of the clinic. As far as he knows First Aid in on call and Pharma has stepped out to take car of some business or another. Ambulon doesn’t question it,He had saved up enough shanix to put an order in for his favorite kind of engex and has decided that today is as good a day as any to enjoy it. Reclining gently into the cushion of one of the couches he takes a long sip from the canister relishing in it’s rich flavor. For once he actually starts to relax, enjoying being alone to just decompress a bit. That is until he hears approaching footsteps. He groans sitting up to look over at the door.
