Ep2 - 'Watch Out' - Closed
Nov 5, 2014 18:50:15 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2014 18:50:15 GMT -5
<<OOC: Week 1, Day 1; Layby, Deuce and Sarita>>
The six hours had passed with no sign of Cleaver. Layby comm.ed the Autobot base to inform Ratchet, grateful to find the medic present for the update and quick to give assurances that they would put some optics in the sky over Utah and let him know if they found anything.
It had struck Layby, then, that they had optics in the sky already. Deuce had taken Sarita out for an extended joyride that covered America. Whilst he wouldn't ask the flier to actively look for Cleaver, there was no ethical reason he couldn't inform Deuce of the situation and ask him to keep his audios and optics open whilst he was out.
Layby was also uncertain as to how much Deuce knew about MECH and the threat they presented. If nothing else, he and Sarita ought to be warned. There was a chance that Cleaver's disappearance was completely unconnected, but the odds were shrinking with every hour that passed in silence.
The Medbay was becoming suffocating, and the bar held no appeal. Layby had turned down two requests to bridge in, stating that Haven was temporarily closed to visitors for maintenance. Truthfully he just didn't have the spark to deal with anyone, but the echoing silence of the Atrium was little better. Trusting that Cat would comm. him if she needed something, the old soldier retreated to his quarters down the habitat corridor.
Personal quarters in Haven were little more than rooms: a berth, a shelf carved into the wall for belongings, and the rest of the furnishings were up to the inhabitant to provide. Layby owned little by way of possessions and his quarters were more of a storage space than anything else. He tended to recharge with Cleaver. Now he sat on his cold berth, fuzzy optics directed to the far wall.
::Deuce, you receive me? Yeh got a minute?::
The six hours had passed with no sign of Cleaver. Layby comm.ed the Autobot base to inform Ratchet, grateful to find the medic present for the update and quick to give assurances that they would put some optics in the sky over Utah and let him know if they found anything.
It had struck Layby, then, that they had optics in the sky already. Deuce had taken Sarita out for an extended joyride that covered America. Whilst he wouldn't ask the flier to actively look for Cleaver, there was no ethical reason he couldn't inform Deuce of the situation and ask him to keep his audios and optics open whilst he was out.
Layby was also uncertain as to how much Deuce knew about MECH and the threat they presented. If nothing else, he and Sarita ought to be warned. There was a chance that Cleaver's disappearance was completely unconnected, but the odds were shrinking with every hour that passed in silence.
The Medbay was becoming suffocating, and the bar held no appeal. Layby had turned down two requests to bridge in, stating that Haven was temporarily closed to visitors for maintenance. Truthfully he just didn't have the spark to deal with anyone, but the echoing silence of the Atrium was little better. Trusting that Cat would comm. him if she needed something, the old soldier retreated to his quarters down the habitat corridor.
Personal quarters in Haven were little more than rooms: a berth, a shelf carved into the wall for belongings, and the rest of the furnishings were up to the inhabitant to provide. Layby owned little by way of possessions and his quarters were more of a storage space than anything else. He tended to recharge with Cleaver. Now he sat on his cold berth, fuzzy optics directed to the far wall.
::Deuce, you receive me? Yeh got a minute?::