Ep1 - Rebirth - (Pyro) Open - Finis
May 28, 2014 21:48:28 GMT -5
Post by Dart on May 28, 2014 21:48:28 GMT -5
Dart sniffed at the air one final time to reassure herself that there were no humans wandering around down on the tracks for whatever reason. No, nothing came to her sensors; even as she sorted through every molecule of scent, drawing the air deep. There was the stink of rotten kelp, the scent of crushed grass. Oil drippings scattered along the tracks. Flatline, of course, the reek of what he'd coughed out of his systems- but no, no humans.
Then she realized she was under a rather pointed inspection.
As Flatline's red, cold optics studied her; Dart quietly drew herself up. Carefully, she brought her shoulders level and tucked her hands behind her back again, patient and still. To be honest, she was used to being appraised and then dismissed as if she was completely worthless. In fact, well - better to be thought worthless than to be thought as valuable sometimes. It got left you the heck alone, they didn't sniff after you, they just said, go here and do this and expected you to do it.
You did that, no matter what. In doing so, it allowed you to explore Earth on so many different levels. Dart was all right with that. She was fine outside, she loved all the little places they deemed beneath them. She was designed for these places; dashing over the flatlands at high speed, ducking under the pines, trotting down canyons -- okay, that one she was a bit more careful about after what had happened with Maximus - heh.
Sure, she may not have been a gunslinging machine of death, but she'd been tossed headfirst into this mess and learned how to use Earth's terrain for her advantage and survival. So far, she'd survived everything they'd thrown at her.
Dart liked it like that. Surviving, that is.
"No sir," she murmured politely in response to the mech's last question, and watched him pace along the track. "I'm afraid I'm not up to speed that way, sir. No rank and file here. Not like you, I'm sure."
She glanced down at her chest and lifted her hand to up as if to shield those burn marks, to protect where the metal was wearing very thin. Speed sandblasted on the ground; rocks, twigs, little pebbles, low flying pigeons. Dart always attempted to avoid the last one if she help it. She'd seen what feathers could do to a mech when swallowed, oops.
"I'm just a courier. I don't have information about the technical things you're asking. I don't want to give you the wrong information by accident and be in trouble. If I'm going to get myself er- horsewhipped, sir, I'd like it to be something I did utterly on purpose."
Her spoiler pricked slightly over her narrow shoulders; and framed the stretching rattle of his spines. She didn't take it as a mechanical hackle yet- his body language just said he had settled onto solid ground and felt a bit more comfortable compared to the slick footing of the beach.
"I understand that's not what you wanted to hear, but- er, If you want to ask me how to get from point a to point b fastest here Earth, the landscape, the terrain, the weather, the humans, or the fauna here? That I do know. I can answer those questions."
Then she realized she was under a rather pointed inspection.
As Flatline's red, cold optics studied her; Dart quietly drew herself up. Carefully, she brought her shoulders level and tucked her hands behind her back again, patient and still. To be honest, she was used to being appraised and then dismissed as if she was completely worthless. In fact, well - better to be thought worthless than to be thought as valuable sometimes. It got left you the heck alone, they didn't sniff after you, they just said, go here and do this and expected you to do it.
You did that, no matter what. In doing so, it allowed you to explore Earth on so many different levels. Dart was all right with that. She was fine outside, she loved all the little places they deemed beneath them. She was designed for these places; dashing over the flatlands at high speed, ducking under the pines, trotting down canyons -- okay, that one she was a bit more careful about after what had happened with Maximus - heh.
Sure, she may not have been a gunslinging machine of death, but she'd been tossed headfirst into this mess and learned how to use Earth's terrain for her advantage and survival. So far, she'd survived everything they'd thrown at her.
Dart liked it like that. Surviving, that is.
"No sir," she murmured politely in response to the mech's last question, and watched him pace along the track. "I'm afraid I'm not up to speed that way, sir. No rank and file here. Not like you, I'm sure."
She glanced down at her chest and lifted her hand to up as if to shield those burn marks, to protect where the metal was wearing very thin. Speed sandblasted on the ground; rocks, twigs, little pebbles, low flying pigeons. Dart always attempted to avoid the last one if she help it. She'd seen what feathers could do to a mech when swallowed, oops.
"I'm just a courier. I don't have information about the technical things you're asking. I don't want to give you the wrong information by accident and be in trouble. If I'm going to get myself er- horsewhipped, sir, I'd like it to be something I did utterly on purpose."
Her spoiler pricked slightly over her narrow shoulders; and framed the stretching rattle of his spines. She didn't take it as a mechanical hackle yet- his body language just said he had settled onto solid ground and felt a bit more comfortable compared to the slick footing of the beach.
"I understand that's not what you wanted to hear, but- er, If you want to ask me how to get from point a to point b fastest here Earth, the landscape, the terrain, the weather, the humans, or the fauna here? That I do know. I can answer those questions."