[ti]Ep 2[/ti] - Some Assembly Required - [Closed]
Nov 18, 2016 1:38:29 GMT -5
Post by Ravage on Nov 18, 2016 1:38:29 GMT -5
The lithe form of the cat shifted on the shelf above him. One ear rotated gently against the planes of his dark, sleek head. His tail tapped gently; but it was a lazy motion of thought and contentment. It had been a long time since he'd had a discussion like this with anyone. Then again, most mechanisms rarely caught the spy's attention enough to consider discussing anything. However, conversations like this, information given and taken were the sort of thing he enjoyed. It was a rare moment when he spoke face to face with someone; most of his dealings came from observing others, not frank and open discussion.
Well no, that wasn't true. It was more that most of what his fellow Decepticons had to say, they didn't say when they thought they were in hearing range of their superior officers.
Ravage's red optics eyed the room they were in as Flatline's expression slipped into one of obvious frustration. Then the mech turned his gaze back to the body on the table between them. The cat watched Flatline's fingers touch the bared surface of the tank in front of him; obviously the medical officer was the sort that ground himself with his work.
"They always do come," he agreed. "Under the circumstances, it was the intelligent thing to do. I have seen too many soldiers think that there is glory in some sort of battle where the odds are utterly stacked against you."
His fangs flashed as he turned his head. "Let them charge in to the rescue and go to their wounded. Injure him and let them weigh their options. Let them decide and fret about what to do. Watch their frustration and angst from a distance. Let them debate if chasing you down is worth the price of an Autobot's life."
Ravage chuckled softly. It rolled from his dark chest like a purr of contentment as he eyed Flatline.
"Truly, I keep finding the same patterns all these years. It is a rather one-sided debate."
His muzzle lowered and settled back on his forelimb as he watched Flatline gathering the chemical out of the cabinet.
"Ah well, one can hope that he is dead, but I would have heard something by now," Ravage sighed, in a tone of obvious regret. "That is regrettable, but still, I thank you for sharing an angle I can exploit. We now know for an absolute fact that the security director will make mistakes when he is attempting to defend a human from a Decepticon. Something I shall file away for later."
"May I ask you one more question?" he wondered. "Or would you rather I be on my way now and leave you to your work?"