Ep1 – “Do What Comes Natural” – Closed
May 24, 2012 22:17:33 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on May 24, 2012 22:17:33 GMT -5
“What happened to your optics?”
Barricade looked up from the seam of alloy he was welding, the pale blue glow of his own eyes catching in the mirror-faceplate of the Eradicon across from him. Marvin, this one was called. They all had terrible goofy organic names. Not that Barricade blamed them really; all the good names were taken after all. Marvin held his lieutenant’s gaze long enough to get nervous about it and promptly shrank down, his EM field winching in against his purple alloy frame, the red glow of his optic band dimming down as the mech met with what was, apparently, unexpected hostility from the ranking Decepticon.
“Sir. Sorry, sir. You were MIA. We thought…uh, n-never mind.”
“Save it for when the ship isn’t literally coming apart from the inside out,” gritted Barricade.
“Sorry, Barricade, sir.”
The welding resumed but the infiltrator was already casting his awareness wide, that physiological link to what had essentially become his satellite system, Reflector. The little cassette had been keeping open contact with him, via his carrier link because as much as the little Con hated Barricade he was not, apparently, ready to throw in his lot with the nameless, faceless horde of edgy Decepticons on the ship. But oh… the ship. Barricade had always liked spaceships, war ships; flight models and design had fascinated him early on and colored a lot of his adolescent aesthetic preferences. The Nemesis was a beautiful design. Obscenely so – powerful, sleek, and humming with the pulsing beat of a warship. He liked this ship.
He didn’t like it wounded. It was easy to fall into the rhythm of repairing it. Hours later, the bulk of the central converters had been repair, rewired, welded, and refitted, the frame work of the engines reinforced and all at once he was staring at a workable engine block. Blinking, he extracted himself from the inner working of a quantum generator, and emerged to a general happy burble of relieved troopers. He opened a comm to Reflector as he left the remaining techs with directions for the rest of the repair, wiping oil and transmission fluid from his armor.
::Lock my position and get back to me.:: Cade exited into the hall. ::We need to talk.::
Barricade looked up from the seam of alloy he was welding, the pale blue glow of his own eyes catching in the mirror-faceplate of the Eradicon across from him. Marvin, this one was called. They all had terrible goofy organic names. Not that Barricade blamed them really; all the good names were taken after all. Marvin held his lieutenant’s gaze long enough to get nervous about it and promptly shrank down, his EM field winching in against his purple alloy frame, the red glow of his optic band dimming down as the mech met with what was, apparently, unexpected hostility from the ranking Decepticon.
“Sir. Sorry, sir. You were MIA. We thought…uh, n-never mind.”
“Save it for when the ship isn’t literally coming apart from the inside out,” gritted Barricade.
“Sorry, Barricade, sir.”
The welding resumed but the infiltrator was already casting his awareness wide, that physiological link to what had essentially become his satellite system, Reflector. The little cassette had been keeping open contact with him, via his carrier link because as much as the little Con hated Barricade he was not, apparently, ready to throw in his lot with the nameless, faceless horde of edgy Decepticons on the ship. But oh… the ship. Barricade had always liked spaceships, war ships; flight models and design had fascinated him early on and colored a lot of his adolescent aesthetic preferences. The Nemesis was a beautiful design. Obscenely so – powerful, sleek, and humming with the pulsing beat of a warship. He liked this ship.
He didn’t like it wounded. It was easy to fall into the rhythm of repairing it. Hours later, the bulk of the central converters had been repair, rewired, welded, and refitted, the frame work of the engines reinforced and all at once he was staring at a workable engine block. Blinking, he extracted himself from the inner working of a quantum generator, and emerged to a general happy burble of relieved troopers. He opened a comm to Reflector as he left the remaining techs with directions for the rest of the repair, wiping oil and transmission fluid from his armor.
::Lock my position and get back to me.:: Cade exited into the hall. ::We need to talk.::