Ep. 0.5 - A Lot To Think About -Open-

Her optics, a completely customized shade of intense cyan, looked over to the one who pinged her. They was so clumsy in their transformation! His movements jerky and not at all smooth. Her mouth became a straight line as she watched the other and she wondered just how old they was if there was this much trouble in shifting to their bi-pedal form. Velocity said nothing to them for awhile, just watched. There were no sudden movements, it was almost as if she were some finely crafted statue left out here for a secret exhibition.

Finally she tilted her head and relaxed her entire frame in one fluid movement, her optics shuttering a few times before she spoke to them. “Credits are pretty useless now don't you think?” Crisp, clean and lilting, that was how her voice sounded. If the other knew much it would be fairly obvious she was of high caste sparking. Everything about her frame, it's intricacies and details, plus her optics and voice, screamed of it. “Besides, newcomer, you wouldn't want to know my thoughts. They are far too private for a first meeting.”

Vel shifted her position then and gestured to a spot on another wall near and across from her. “I take it that you are not a Decepticon, since you didn't greet me by shooting me, but you are also not an Autobot or I would know of you. Right now you might just be the best one capable of speaking to me. How fortunate.” It was unclear whether she meant fortunate for him, or her in what she said. “So, what brings a stranger out here in these parts?”

Why she was being so welcoming and not in the slightest bit hostile she couldn't fathom. Perhaps discussing what she had with Ratchet had released a lot more than just underlying tension within her frame. Either way this would stop her from being alone yet again and hey, at least this one was cute. Vel briefly wondered if he would twitch and stammer if she flirted with him, vowing to find out before they parted ways.

Velocity watched him not watch her, not really. He had such an odd reaction to her when they locked optics, not something she was used to. Oh, there was Dipper of course but he was a special case and would never have even approached her let alone spoke to her like this. Still she couldn't stop the knowing smirk that slipped onto her faceplating as she felt the subtle, but obvious, flicker in his field. Another mech that she somehow intimidated by simply being herself. At this rate she was going to be a single femme for the rest of her life. They either were dead, too old for her in their minds or scared witless of her. She peered downward then her field a mixture of humor and calm for the time being.

One simple movement, a shrug of a shoulder, to his first words. For a lot of things it was to be the thought that counted but she preferred actions over words and thoughts, most of the time. The moment was gone, just like that and she lifted her helm once more to fix the obviously younger bot with a look. If he ever looked back to her faceplating again he would see nothing on there. Oh, she was attractive enough, obviously, but she was giving nothing away just yet to a complete stranger, especially not after the upheaval she had just been through.

Unlike some of her counterparts and definitely some from the other faction, Velocity had no trouble with the Neutralists, she never had. Primus knew she had been closer to becoming one herself very recently than ever before. Her optics brightened and she looked him over from top of helm to pedes, scrutinizing every single particle of her frame. "Congratulations on standing by your decision then. It isn't easy not picking a side I would imagine especially with both sides pulling you to and fro or wanting to do away with you all in general." Vel adjusted her position, folding her legs underneath her and resting her claws tip deep into the ground underneath her. "I heard Cleaver is there, a Neutralist. I may go see her sometime. We worked together a long time ago, got along fairly well. No doubt she will still treat me like a child." No bitterness now, just a small smile of remembrance.

"There is a lot out there. A lot. I have been here long enough to realize that despite how small this planet is it would take awhile to uncover all it's secrets." Leaning forward she fixed the mech with another piercing gaze, his question was an odd one and she wondered about it then figured why not and answered it. "I don't? I wonder, how many have you met then? I am a custom frame, every single part of me is highly detailed. I was sparked high caste, a towerling. I don't know how many of them you have seen before now." Leaning back she clicked her red claws along a thigh, still always watching him, taking in every tick, every single movement. "That could explain why. I and also bigger than a majority of femmes, because I was custom made. To put it plainly I am an incredibly expensive frame, only the top ten percent, if even that much, could have afforded my modifications."

She had no problem with that question, or his presence now and she looked him over for an entirely different reason. He wasn't the coloring she normally preferred, those blindingly bright colors, but he was bright and that worked in his favor. He did have those long limbs she so favored however, and she smiled slowly. He was young, probably wouldn't be able to handle it if she flirted with him, perfect. Nothing quite as fun as someone stammering, much like Ratchet. The only downfall was his height but she wasn't actually planning on doing anything with or to him so that could be overlooked, like it had been with Sniper. "You know, it's dangerous for a young one like you to go off on your own. All sorts of predators roaming around out here."

It was a good thing she couldn't hear his thoughts because she might have tried to beat him senseless for being such a damned twit about her Towerling sparking. Right now, to her, caste mattered not. She just spoke a little differently and held certain things in higher regard than others might because of her upbringing. As it was she had been trying to maintain an air of calm and think so when he started to speak to her again and said Towerling like there was something wrong with it, she visibly bristled and her field snapped and prickled around her like it was it's own entity.

“Airazor is a friend of mine yes I know her. How fortunate for you to meet her, she is rather level headed.” Though one would have to be when putting up with Rattrap. Velocity told herself she was reading too much into this mech, he was young and probably reckless. In fact she would bet he put his pedes in his mouth more times than he could even count on a daily basis. That thought calmed her and she just simply watched him while her field was full of humor.

“So, what about me being a Towerling than? You think I actually...oh you are an ignorant one aren't you?” Her mouth lifted at one corner into a smirk and she slowly shook her head. It was so amusing to hear the idiocy about one caste from another. Vel had never been the type of femme to place heavy thoughts on what caste someone was sparked into, or assume anything based on it. Only by the way they acted. Still, this one was amusing her when she figured normally it would be anger.

She laughed at him then. It was mirthful and amused and rather melodious as well. “I can handle myself very easily, I have no worries. I have been here a long time and know where I am and what I am doing.” Slowly she stood to her full height, frame ramrod straight. Her piercing optics scanned over him and she once again shook her head. “You think they would come after me first hmm? Tsk tsk youngling, you might want to watch your words before you keep spewing out garbage. My friend Rattrap isn't here to clean up after you.”

Only a few steps, that was all it seemed to take before she was suddenly there in front of him, looming and dangerous. Claws clicked suggestively against her own frame, letting him know that weapons weren't the only thing she would need. “I understand when you are this young it's difficult to not be suicidal. However, by now your filter for 'things that are going to get me scrapped' should have kicked in.”