Ep0.5 - "Tradecraft" (closed)
Feb 2, 2012 2:55:01 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2012 2:55:01 GMT -5
Unlike (or so she had gathered) most of the bots on base, Shadow did not dislike monitor duty. Possibly because she never simply watched the monitors, but set up active searches for anomalies in everything from traffic (both global information and physical) to weather patterns. There was usually something out of the ordinary going on somewhere, even if it didn't lead back to the Cons, and analyzing the information was comfortingly familiar, even if it was slightly tedious.
No, the only thing she disliked about monitor duty was the location. Too much traffic, too many strangers, too much need to constantly watch her back.
Which was why she had a small screen open and was editing the duty roster to give herself additional patrols. Making the adjustments without leaving a pattern, or making the slightly heavier-than-average workload apparent, was like working a puzzle, and she enjoyed the challenge of it. She felt a pang of regret when her dorsal sensors detected the approach of another bot and she had to save the file, automatically erasing her tracks as she did so.
Monitor duty at least gave her an excuse to keep her optics fixed somewhere other than on the newcomer. She hadn't precisely been avoiding him, she just hadn't seen any need to rush her first meeting with her new commanding officer.
As if trust and loyalty could simply be reassigned.
"Jazz," she said, her voice, like her EMF, shading just to the bored side of neutral. "What brings you to the most processor-numbing spot on the base?"
No, the only thing she disliked about monitor duty was the location. Too much traffic, too many strangers, too much need to constantly watch her back.
Which was why she had a small screen open and was editing the duty roster to give herself additional patrols. Making the adjustments without leaving a pattern, or making the slightly heavier-than-average workload apparent, was like working a puzzle, and she enjoyed the challenge of it. She felt a pang of regret when her dorsal sensors detected the approach of another bot and she had to save the file, automatically erasing her tracks as she did so.
Monitor duty at least gave her an excuse to keep her optics fixed somewhere other than on the newcomer. She hadn't precisely been avoiding him, she just hadn't seen any need to rush her first meeting with her new commanding officer.
As if trust and loyalty could simply be reassigned.
"Jazz," she said, her voice, like her EMF, shading just to the bored side of neutral. "What brings you to the most processor-numbing spot on the base?"