[ti]Ep 2[/ti]... and get back in action (closed)
Nov 23, 2016 0:04:32 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2016 0:04:32 GMT -5
Mirage did not mean to cringe at Hazmat's suggestion, but he simply couldn't help himself - the idea of Thundercloud being even remotely helpful was a nice one, yes, but to say it was probable was...generous. The flier was not known for being particularly cooperative even at the best of times, and considering he and the newcomer had already gotten off on the wrong foot...
Ah well, it was worth a try at least. Putting a hand to his audio, Mirage re-opened his comm. line with Thundercloud so that he could give him Hazmat's proposal. Immediately, he was met with laughter. Evidently the jet hadn't stopped finding Hazmat's predicament absolutely hilarious yet.
With a heavy, put-upon sigh Mirage slipped his fingers beneath his mask and rubbed the space between his optics as he waited for Thundercloud to get a hold of himself. As the other mech laughed in his audio, Mirage turned his attention back to Hazmat. He offered the other mech a tight, polite smile and held up a hand to halt him from speaking further, at least for the time being. There was only so much he could respond to at one time, and besides, getting Thundercloud to actually cooperate with Hazmat's plan took priority over answering the many questions the mech understandably hand.
“My apologies.” He began gently, his voice smooth and even. “This might take a moment.”
With that he turned around, giving himself some modicum of privacy as he returned to his conversation with Thundercloud – not that he really needed to, considering they were speaking over a private comm. channel rather than out loud.
::Are you quite finished?:: He asked, as Thundercloud's laughter finally began to die out.
::Nah, man. Captain Bluff and Bluster here showin' his ass after actin' like he was hot shit – I'm gonna be laughin' 'bout this one for weeks::
::You may laugh as much as you'd like once we've gotten him back to the outpost. Until then, the only thing I want to hear from you is directions so that our friend here doesn't run himself off a cliff::
::Ooh, you're feisty. I like that::
::Thundercloud.::
::Yeah, yeah, less talkin', more playin' Marco Polo with the old guy. I got it::
::Good. Thank you::
::You're welcome boo <3<3<3::
Mirage immediately balked at that, his expression shifting from a look of tight, controlled annoyance to complete incredulity. What on Earth was – why did he – was that supposed to be some sort of---
Mirage pressed his lips firmly together and reigned himself back in, schooling his expression back into a look of cool, collected indifference as he shook his head at Thundercloud's antics. He honestly wasn't sure if the mech's particular sense of humor was understood only by the lower-castes, or if it was unique onto himself. Either way, he wasn't terribly keen on trying to understand it. He had no interest in making nice with the brash young frontliner beyond what basic politeness required – something told him seeking out that particular mech's company was a surefire way to invite trouble into one's life.
Turning back to Hazmat, Mirage offered both a smile and his condolences.
“There. Now that our affairs are in order, let us be off. In earnest this time.”
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The return to the outpost took longer than either of the three had anticipated, and not just because of Hazmat's unfortunate mobility issues. Mirage had insisted upon finding Hazmat a proper alternate mode, if only so he wouldn't have to listen to Thundercloud complain about having to guide the mech the entire way back to base. Thus what ought to have been a thirty minute trip became a two hour ordeal, and Mirage thanked the unseen powers that they didn't run into any trouble in all that time.
Thundercloud wasted no time in leaving their little party once the outpost was finally within their line of sight. With an ear-splitting boom the jet shot forward, leaving twin contrails in his wake as he cleared the distance between himself and the base in less than half a klik. Mirage wasn't certain whether the hotheaded young mech was trying to show off, or if he was simply over-eager to return to whatever task he had been pulled away from in order to go out and retrieve Hazmat. Mirage felt it was more than safe to say that both possibilities were equally likely, and in fact, it was probably a mixture of the two.
Hazmat and Mirage reached the base a few minutes later, and by that time Thundercloud had long since disappeared inside. Waiting for them at the front entrance was a red and white mech of medium height and average build – the probability that Hazmat knew of him by reputation alone was staggeringly high, though most mecha could only identify him by name. He kept to himself to such a degree that very few mecha could actually describe what he looked like beyond “jittery” and “probably redish.”
In lieu of a proper greeting, the red and white mech simply gave Mirage a nod of acknowledgment as he transformed and returned to his root mode – a gesture which was returned in kind once the noblemech was physically capable of doing so.
“Red Alert.” He said with a polite nod.
“Mirage.” The mech – evidently named Red Alert - replied.
He glanced only briefly in Mirage's direction before fixing his gaze upon Hazmat, the rings of his optics cycling and irising like an aperture as he zeroed him on the new arrival and eyed him with open suspicion. He made absolutely no attempt to be subtle – he looked Hazmat up and down with such intense scrutiny that even Mirage felt a touch of sympathy for the poor mech. Red Alert's stare was disarming and intense at the best of times – when he was actively eyeing someone, it was downright unsettling.
“Well.” Mirage began, knowing there was no way to subtly excuse himself. “I suppose I'll leave you to it, then. Bonne journée.”
With a parting wave Mirage turned swiftly on his heel and made his way into the base, leaving Hazmat alone with Red Alert with only a touch of guilt. He had warned the poor mech beforehand that Red Alert's security checks were...quite thorough, to say the least, but words alone failed to prepare anyone for the force of nature that was Red Alert.
As Hazmat would soon discover.
Ah well, it was worth a try at least. Putting a hand to his audio, Mirage re-opened his comm. line with Thundercloud so that he could give him Hazmat's proposal. Immediately, he was met with laughter. Evidently the jet hadn't stopped finding Hazmat's predicament absolutely hilarious yet.
With a heavy, put-upon sigh Mirage slipped his fingers beneath his mask and rubbed the space between his optics as he waited for Thundercloud to get a hold of himself. As the other mech laughed in his audio, Mirage turned his attention back to Hazmat. He offered the other mech a tight, polite smile and held up a hand to halt him from speaking further, at least for the time being. There was only so much he could respond to at one time, and besides, getting Thundercloud to actually cooperate with Hazmat's plan took priority over answering the many questions the mech understandably hand.
“My apologies.” He began gently, his voice smooth and even. “This might take a moment.”
With that he turned around, giving himself some modicum of privacy as he returned to his conversation with Thundercloud – not that he really needed to, considering they were speaking over a private comm. channel rather than out loud.
::Are you quite finished?:: He asked, as Thundercloud's laughter finally began to die out.
::Nah, man. Captain Bluff and Bluster here showin' his ass after actin' like he was hot shit – I'm gonna be laughin' 'bout this one for weeks::
::You may laugh as much as you'd like once we've gotten him back to the outpost. Until then, the only thing I want to hear from you is directions so that our friend here doesn't run himself off a cliff::
::Ooh, you're feisty. I like that::
::Thundercloud.::
::Yeah, yeah, less talkin', more playin' Marco Polo with the old guy. I got it::
::Good. Thank you::
::You're welcome boo <3<3<3::
Mirage immediately balked at that, his expression shifting from a look of tight, controlled annoyance to complete incredulity. What on Earth was – why did he – was that supposed to be some sort of---
Mirage pressed his lips firmly together and reigned himself back in, schooling his expression back into a look of cool, collected indifference as he shook his head at Thundercloud's antics. He honestly wasn't sure if the mech's particular sense of humor was understood only by the lower-castes, or if it was unique onto himself. Either way, he wasn't terribly keen on trying to understand it. He had no interest in making nice with the brash young frontliner beyond what basic politeness required – something told him seeking out that particular mech's company was a surefire way to invite trouble into one's life.
Turning back to Hazmat, Mirage offered both a smile and his condolences.
“There. Now that our affairs are in order, let us be off. In earnest this time.”
----------------
The return to the outpost took longer than either of the three had anticipated, and not just because of Hazmat's unfortunate mobility issues. Mirage had insisted upon finding Hazmat a proper alternate mode, if only so he wouldn't have to listen to Thundercloud complain about having to guide the mech the entire way back to base. Thus what ought to have been a thirty minute trip became a two hour ordeal, and Mirage thanked the unseen powers that they didn't run into any trouble in all that time.
Thundercloud wasted no time in leaving their little party once the outpost was finally within their line of sight. With an ear-splitting boom the jet shot forward, leaving twin contrails in his wake as he cleared the distance between himself and the base in less than half a klik. Mirage wasn't certain whether the hotheaded young mech was trying to show off, or if he was simply over-eager to return to whatever task he had been pulled away from in order to go out and retrieve Hazmat. Mirage felt it was more than safe to say that both possibilities were equally likely, and in fact, it was probably a mixture of the two.
Hazmat and Mirage reached the base a few minutes later, and by that time Thundercloud had long since disappeared inside. Waiting for them at the front entrance was a red and white mech of medium height and average build – the probability that Hazmat knew of him by reputation alone was staggeringly high, though most mecha could only identify him by name. He kept to himself to such a degree that very few mecha could actually describe what he looked like beyond “jittery” and “probably redish.”
In lieu of a proper greeting, the red and white mech simply gave Mirage a nod of acknowledgment as he transformed and returned to his root mode – a gesture which was returned in kind once the noblemech was physically capable of doing so.
“Red Alert.” He said with a polite nod.
“Mirage.” The mech – evidently named Red Alert - replied.
He glanced only briefly in Mirage's direction before fixing his gaze upon Hazmat, the rings of his optics cycling and irising like an aperture as he zeroed him on the new arrival and eyed him with open suspicion. He made absolutely no attempt to be subtle – he looked Hazmat up and down with such intense scrutiny that even Mirage felt a touch of sympathy for the poor mech. Red Alert's stare was disarming and intense at the best of times – when he was actively eyeing someone, it was downright unsettling.
“Well.” Mirage began, knowing there was no way to subtly excuse himself. “I suppose I'll leave you to it, then. Bonne journée.”
With a parting wave Mirage turned swiftly on his heel and made his way into the base, leaving Hazmat alone with Red Alert with only a touch of guilt. He had warned the poor mech beforehand that Red Alert's security checks were...quite thorough, to say the least, but words alone failed to prepare anyone for the force of nature that was Red Alert.
As Hazmat would soon discover.