[ti]Ep 2[/ti]Great Balls of Fire- (Open)
May 14, 2017 15:26:52 GMT -5
Post by Pyrotech on May 14, 2017 15:26:52 GMT -5
The red mech was still polite and respectful of her space; he didn't move towards her as she walked towards him. On his shoulder, his weapon remained tipped away from her and tilted to the forest floor. There were patches of soot and streaks of an oily substance on his finish now. He held the extinguisher loosely in his hand, but still kept a careful eye on the smoldering wreckage of the ship, watching it in case anything flared up once again.
"Most times I prefer solitude myself," Pyrotech agreed. The sleek doors behind his shoulders lifted in a small shrug. The guttering light flickered over him; red sparks reflected off the chrome of his ladder and trim.
He glanced over at Xero and then returned his attention to the mangled ship in front of him. "Ah, well, if you consider it reasonable, I hope you don't mind if I went back in and remove those locks before your team gets here. As far as the ship goes, I am sure that your Autobots will be able to salvage the rest of it. It is best to get it picked up and taken care of quickly. An impact like this will attract attention."
He offered her a small smile; obvious humor softening his red optics even more. "Not just Decepticon attention," he chuckled.
"As for your expertise not being in architecture? Mine certainly isn't in the ability to pilot a badly damaged ship to the ground and not be dead," he murmured. There might have been even a hint of admiration there as he focused back at the ruin in front of him. "We all have our skills that have let us survive all these years and end up..."
"Here," he finished dryly. His dark hand lifted the extinguisher in it to indicate the woods around them with obvious distaste.
The broken and shattered branches were beginning to burn out; faint wisps of smoke curled up and then swirled away in the darkness. The sounds of the forest were beginning to return; some bird called in the distance, a burbling warble that rose into a series of calls that sounded as if were speaking in gibbering tongues. It trailed off and the space around them grew quiet once again.
An actual look of concern crossed the architect's features as Xero moved a bit closer to him; it was obvious the Autobot femme had several injuries that were more serious than she would like to let on. The thought of her collapsing in his arms didn't interest him.
Well, not like this, anyway.
Pyrotech canted his head slightly, mulling over her question about the truce.
"After all this time, truly it would make sense for anyone to believe that it would need to be the Planet Eater himself that caused this truce to occur," he agreed.
"However no. It isn't. I called it disturbing earlier, and perhaps that is a better way to put it than pressing. Well, in my personal opinion anyway. That's not the opinion of our leaders, of course, and there may be part of the situation that I do not understand and why they felt it absolutely necessary. One doesn't ask an architect to truce meetings. I build buildings to last, not temporary cease-fires."
He brought up his free hand to rub his chin, and then frowned slightly. "As for our situation, it's rather complicated. To make it as simple as I can for now, although both sides have been warned to keep a low profile, a very small section of the native population has discovered us and taken to hunting us down for their own interests."
"Simply a matter that neither of our respective leaders wish to deal with on top of the war, I suppose."
The mech shook his head and glanced upward. "Is your personal comm-link array still working?" he asked her after a moment. "I do know the Autobots and Decepticons do keep a constant ear out for crash survivors. It seems to happen with alarming regularity, unfortunately."
"Most times I prefer solitude myself," Pyrotech agreed. The sleek doors behind his shoulders lifted in a small shrug. The guttering light flickered over him; red sparks reflected off the chrome of his ladder and trim.
He glanced over at Xero and then returned his attention to the mangled ship in front of him. "Ah, well, if you consider it reasonable, I hope you don't mind if I went back in and remove those locks before your team gets here. As far as the ship goes, I am sure that your Autobots will be able to salvage the rest of it. It is best to get it picked up and taken care of quickly. An impact like this will attract attention."
He offered her a small smile; obvious humor softening his red optics even more. "Not just Decepticon attention," he chuckled.
"As for your expertise not being in architecture? Mine certainly isn't in the ability to pilot a badly damaged ship to the ground and not be dead," he murmured. There might have been even a hint of admiration there as he focused back at the ruin in front of him. "We all have our skills that have let us survive all these years and end up..."
"Here," he finished dryly. His dark hand lifted the extinguisher in it to indicate the woods around them with obvious distaste.
The broken and shattered branches were beginning to burn out; faint wisps of smoke curled up and then swirled away in the darkness. The sounds of the forest were beginning to return; some bird called in the distance, a burbling warble that rose into a series of calls that sounded as if were speaking in gibbering tongues. It trailed off and the space around them grew quiet once again.
An actual look of concern crossed the architect's features as Xero moved a bit closer to him; it was obvious the Autobot femme had several injuries that were more serious than she would like to let on. The thought of her collapsing in his arms didn't interest him.
Well, not like this, anyway.
Pyrotech canted his head slightly, mulling over her question about the truce.
"After all this time, truly it would make sense for anyone to believe that it would need to be the Planet Eater himself that caused this truce to occur," he agreed.
"However no. It isn't. I called it disturbing earlier, and perhaps that is a better way to put it than pressing. Well, in my personal opinion anyway. That's not the opinion of our leaders, of course, and there may be part of the situation that I do not understand and why they felt it absolutely necessary. One doesn't ask an architect to truce meetings. I build buildings to last, not temporary cease-fires."
He brought up his free hand to rub his chin, and then frowned slightly. "As for our situation, it's rather complicated. To make it as simple as I can for now, although both sides have been warned to keep a low profile, a very small section of the native population has discovered us and taken to hunting us down for their own interests."
"Simply a matter that neither of our respective leaders wish to deal with on top of the war, I suppose."
The mech shook his head and glanced upward. "Is your personal comm-link array still working?" he asked her after a moment. "I do know the Autobots and Decepticons do keep a constant ear out for crash survivors. It seems to happen with alarming regularity, unfortunately."