Ep. 0 - Awakening - Open
Dec 18, 2011 4:20:44 GMT -5
Post by sniper on Dec 18, 2011 4:20:44 GMT -5
Sniper expression remained the same while his optics followed the scout's slow approach. The spy seemed reserved, his limbs and face somewhat tense, despite the steadiness - even kindness - he was being shown. Even if he was an outcast now, the insignia on his forehead would not had promised him a very kind treatment in the hands of the Autobots.
The long claws flicked against the berth, settling. The Autobots had fixed him up? Upon this though, Sniper launched a quick scan to his system, searching for signatures that belonged to someone other than Soundwave. One hacking was humiliating enough for someone who liked to refer to himself as a spy or a hacker of any sort. This thought showed in the spy's optics as a subtle hint of uneasiness.
...even more so, when the scoutbot asked him about what had happened. The spy's optics moved their gaze around on the yellow frame, indicating that Sniper was uncertain weather or not the question should be answered. His lanky arms tensed up again - and he hesitated.
"Not answering that question would not help me..," he squeezed his optics shut as his vocalizer glitched, louder now than before. How humiliating. "-me from getting free of these-," once open again, the red of his optics flashed towards general direction of the restraints. "-any time soon, I guess." Quite honestly, considering the nature of his answer, Sniper was doubtful answering would make the procedure any faster, either.
"But I want a few Decepticon heads, " he growled with his glitchy voice. His tone had darkened. A set of uncontrollable whirs and beeps blurted out of his vocalizer. "The smaller the pieces, the better." Based on his tone alone, there would be no questioning about the fact that his ties to the Decepticons had been cut.
The long claws flicked against the berth, settling. The Autobots had fixed him up? Upon this though, Sniper launched a quick scan to his system, searching for signatures that belonged to someone other than Soundwave. One hacking was humiliating enough for someone who liked to refer to himself as a spy or a hacker of any sort. This thought showed in the spy's optics as a subtle hint of uneasiness.
...even more so, when the scoutbot asked him about what had happened. The spy's optics moved their gaze around on the yellow frame, indicating that Sniper was uncertain weather or not the question should be answered. His lanky arms tensed up again - and he hesitated.
"Not answering that question would not help me..," he squeezed his optics shut as his vocalizer glitched, louder now than before. How humiliating. "-me from getting free of these-," once open again, the red of his optics flashed towards general direction of the restraints. "-any time soon, I guess." Quite honestly, considering the nature of his answer, Sniper was doubtful answering would make the procedure any faster, either.
"But I want a few Decepticon heads, " he growled with his glitchy voice. His tone had darkened. A set of uncontrollable whirs and beeps blurted out of his vocalizer. "The smaller the pieces, the better." Based on his tone alone, there would be no questioning about the fact that his ties to the Decepticons had been cut.