[ti]Ep 2[/ti]- Fixed Point - (Closed)
Aug 25, 2017 21:18:56 GMT -5
Post by Starscream on Aug 25, 2017 21:18:56 GMT -5
“Well you need to be more specific!” Quipped Starscream, annoyance in his tone as he snapped back his reply. “My Decepticon could mean one of thousands!” He squawked, and a long delicate digit would hover briefly over the control panel, specifically the part that would end this call.
But he refrained.
Starscream was so very unlike Optimus. Linear pathed conversations were all well and good, but facts could be missed out, and small details lost. Optimus didn't know all the facts to begin with, and so Starscream had effectively swooped in, asking questions quickly – darting in with them to try and maybe jog the Prime's processor into any tiny details he may have forgotten to include. It was almost like when he was flying. You had to be quick, attacking from multiple angles if you wanted to have the advantage – or in this case, trying to work out just what was going on exactly.
Instead, he received a warning that made him roll his optics. To him, he had no reason to believe there was some greater power at work here. No great mastermind behind what'd happened to Wheeljack. It simply sounded like Deuce was having fun, and nothing more.
“Belittle?” He gave a quiet scoff. “Hardly. Just thinking aloud, trying to work this out with what little information you have given me...” He replied nonchalantly, and he'd pick at a thumb claw. It wasn't to say that he didn't believe Optimus, but if Wheeljack had actively sought out Skywarp with Deuce with an intention to harm - and ended up in trouble because of it? Then it was his own fault. Skywarp would have to be spoken to about being more careful, no doubt; but Wheeljack by all accounts was getting some form of instant karma for doing what he'd done, and Starscream had little sympathy.
Still, there was a reason he disliked the Neutrals – and this was only reinforcing that viewpoint.
“As Skywarp has not reported anything – it is possible that maybe he isn't even aware of what'd happened.” Again, his servo would begin typing into the console – bringing up the Medical Bay reports, only to once more find nothing concerning Skywarp at all. “You're more than welcome to ask, I suppose.” He'd hum, figuring he'd wait until the end of this conversation before he even thought of possibly bringing Skywarp into things.
The next thing that Optimus said made Starscream freeze, tensing up – with his wings hiking up in alarm. Then Optimus continued, and it didn't get any better. He'd give a low growl of annoyance, both servos clenching into tight fists at his sides. His wings would flutter, almost like he was unsure what to do - although he was oddly, and scarily silent – so Optimus had no need to continue on as quickly as he did for fear of interjection.
What.
So Dart was involved. Like, really involved. To the point she was inside the simulation itself? He had questions. Thousands more. But Optimus was certainly not the person to ask. The Second in Command was not happy, that much was certain – and all of a sudden his feigned interest in this entire thing had become a lot more real.
“Back up a moment... A device was left behind? Actual - physical proof? Wouldn't it be beneficial for it to be in the hands of the Decepticons? After all, our technology far surpasses that of which the Autobots possess... We'd be waiting years for you to find anything about it.” His contempt was showing, although he would continue on. “As for Dart - I have my own questions for her, believe me...” He grumbled.
“So. How do you wish to proceed? I assume you want to talk to Skywarp sooner, rather than later." Meaning now, probably. He was being courteous, a certain shift in his demeanor compared to earlier. He knew what he wanted to do, but he couldn't exactly hang up and go deal withher that – at least, not yet.
But he refrained.
Starscream was so very unlike Optimus. Linear pathed conversations were all well and good, but facts could be missed out, and small details lost. Optimus didn't know all the facts to begin with, and so Starscream had effectively swooped in, asking questions quickly – darting in with them to try and maybe jog the Prime's processor into any tiny details he may have forgotten to include. It was almost like when he was flying. You had to be quick, attacking from multiple angles if you wanted to have the advantage – or in this case, trying to work out just what was going on exactly.
Instead, he received a warning that made him roll his optics. To him, he had no reason to believe there was some greater power at work here. No great mastermind behind what'd happened to Wheeljack. It simply sounded like Deuce was having fun, and nothing more.
“Belittle?” He gave a quiet scoff. “Hardly. Just thinking aloud, trying to work this out with what little information you have given me...” He replied nonchalantly, and he'd pick at a thumb claw. It wasn't to say that he didn't believe Optimus, but if Wheeljack had actively sought out Skywarp with Deuce with an intention to harm - and ended up in trouble because of it? Then it was his own fault. Skywarp would have to be spoken to about being more careful, no doubt; but Wheeljack by all accounts was getting some form of instant karma for doing what he'd done, and Starscream had little sympathy.
Still, there was a reason he disliked the Neutrals – and this was only reinforcing that viewpoint.
“As Skywarp has not reported anything – it is possible that maybe he isn't even aware of what'd happened.” Again, his servo would begin typing into the console – bringing up the Medical Bay reports, only to once more find nothing concerning Skywarp at all. “You're more than welcome to ask, I suppose.” He'd hum, figuring he'd wait until the end of this conversation before he even thought of possibly bringing Skywarp into things.
The next thing that Optimus said made Starscream freeze, tensing up – with his wings hiking up in alarm. Then Optimus continued, and it didn't get any better. He'd give a low growl of annoyance, both servos clenching into tight fists at his sides. His wings would flutter, almost like he was unsure what to do - although he was oddly, and scarily silent – so Optimus had no need to continue on as quickly as he did for fear of interjection.
What.
So Dart was involved. Like, really involved. To the point she was inside the simulation itself? He had questions. Thousands more. But Optimus was certainly not the person to ask. The Second in Command was not happy, that much was certain – and all of a sudden his feigned interest in this entire thing had become a lot more real.
“Back up a moment... A device was left behind? Actual - physical proof? Wouldn't it be beneficial for it to be in the hands of the Decepticons? After all, our technology far surpasses that of which the Autobots possess... We'd be waiting years for you to find anything about it.” His contempt was showing, although he would continue on. “As for Dart - I have my own questions for her, believe me...” He grumbled.
“So. How do you wish to proceed? I assume you want to talk to Skywarp sooner, rather than later." Meaning now, probably. He was being courteous, a certain shift in his demeanor compared to earlier. He knew what he wanted to do, but he couldn't exactly hang up and go deal with