[ti]Ep 2[/ti]Patch Job [Blackframe]
Oct 1, 2017 9:02:44 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2017 9:02:44 GMT -5
Sass and humor was always welcome, a speciality that Blackframe took with great joy at any given time. A short remark there, a quick joke here and a sarcasm answer to top things off. That was what he liked and would gladly appreciate. Which would lead to no surprise that Flatline's statement would leave the officer with a snort of laughter in return.
“Aww, afraid that I could make Captain Sparklez jealous? Don't worry I won't ruin your relationship there.”
He teased back, shaking his helm while catching said words in detail.
Well, there we go again. The same old answer he'd received several times already.
Flatline still tried to cast off his injury and Blackframe grew tired of being brushed aside in such a manner as the low grumble and annoyance that radiated off of the other one's frame was more than visible. There went all the fun he started to have, and with a sigh of disappointment he would not response to it in any way as that seemed to be a waste of time. Instead? The officer lead his free servo towards his own helm, sending a quick message over his comm.
The recipient would be no more less than the cherry red medic himself. A short ping with a simple notification of Flatline's injury... and a warning! Letting Knock Out know that their incident wasn't so anonym anymore and that consequences would follow.
The decision was an easy one, yet he hoped that it wouldn't trigger any unforseen actions from Flatline. Simply keeping quiet and merely focusing on the path in front of them as he nodded at what else had been said.
Rounding a corner he lowered his servo again and took notice of the freshly new hallway in front of them. Larger, far more lit, at least in some aspect, but still the same old design that could be found among the ship. A few Vehicons casually passed by, chattering and gibbering as they did so. The sound of footsteps audible as they echoed into the corridor, from slow and collected ones, up to far more paced ones that also differed from the two walking Cybertronians that had entered the hallway not long ago. It was noisier than before, concidering that this seemed to be one of the main halls it wouldn't be much of a surprise. Nonetheless, traffic was not a rare thing to be seen here as patrols being assigned to their routes on a daylie basis, and yet the steady but faint sound of the ship's engine sang in the background, barely noticable over the voices that left the troops.
The two guards positioned at the door led Blackframe hum in appreciation however. Seeing them taking their job seriously was more than an optic catching sight. At least those two had some sense of responsibilty, it seemed. The fact that they hadn't responded in a salute as they walked past didn't bothered him as he was far more occupied with his current companion, shifting his attention back to said individual once more and finally taking full notice of what had been focused on.
“I'm well aware that you can't see their ID's on a monitor, but let me tell you this; there is more to being a security director than just sitting in an office and staring at some screens... but as I've told you already; stay out of my business or your little scratch is the least you have to worry about. Am I clear?”
A warning tone, paired with a simple threat at the end. It was obvious that Blackframe did not appreciate Flatline's nosy statement, nor his curiosity of how he would work in said branche. It was his job and he would not allow anyone to take an insight in it.
But it was true in a way; differentiating the Vehicons could be a challenge. But there was always the option to just simple ask or look into their working- and patrol schedule. The drones overall seemed pretty talkactive when it came down to gossip and information of what was going on inside the Nemesis, and with just the right questions, Blackframe was sure that he would achieve his goal in some way or another.
“... though, that reminds me, you said you know many things and that I need to be more specific. Glad I always have a screen at my side, so, I would like you to fill out some information for me then. Just a routine check, nothing that's gonna hurt you, that is, if you're up for a game before we'll head to the more advanced stuff?”
He would wave the by now offline data-pad lazily into the air before resting his arms at either side, glanicing up at Flatline with a mischievous smirk.
“Aww, afraid that I could make Captain Sparklez jealous? Don't worry I won't ruin your relationship there.”
He teased back, shaking his helm while catching said words in detail.
Well, there we go again. The same old answer he'd received several times already.
Flatline still tried to cast off his injury and Blackframe grew tired of being brushed aside in such a manner as the low grumble and annoyance that radiated off of the other one's frame was more than visible. There went all the fun he started to have, and with a sigh of disappointment he would not response to it in any way as that seemed to be a waste of time. Instead? The officer lead his free servo towards his own helm, sending a quick message over his comm.
The recipient would be no more less than the cherry red medic himself. A short ping with a simple notification of Flatline's injury... and a warning! Letting Knock Out know that their incident wasn't so anonym anymore and that consequences would follow.
The decision was an easy one, yet he hoped that it wouldn't trigger any unforseen actions from Flatline. Simply keeping quiet and merely focusing on the path in front of them as he nodded at what else had been said.
Rounding a corner he lowered his servo again and took notice of the freshly new hallway in front of them. Larger, far more lit, at least in some aspect, but still the same old design that could be found among the ship. A few Vehicons casually passed by, chattering and gibbering as they did so. The sound of footsteps audible as they echoed into the corridor, from slow and collected ones, up to far more paced ones that also differed from the two walking Cybertronians that had entered the hallway not long ago. It was noisier than before, concidering that this seemed to be one of the main halls it wouldn't be much of a surprise. Nonetheless, traffic was not a rare thing to be seen here as patrols being assigned to their routes on a daylie basis, and yet the steady but faint sound of the ship's engine sang in the background, barely noticable over the voices that left the troops.
The two guards positioned at the door led Blackframe hum in appreciation however. Seeing them taking their job seriously was more than an optic catching sight. At least those two had some sense of responsibilty, it seemed. The fact that they hadn't responded in a salute as they walked past didn't bothered him as he was far more occupied with his current companion, shifting his attention back to said individual once more and finally taking full notice of what had been focused on.
“I'm well aware that you can't see their ID's on a monitor, but let me tell you this; there is more to being a security director than just sitting in an office and staring at some screens... but as I've told you already; stay out of my business or your little scratch is the least you have to worry about. Am I clear?”
A warning tone, paired with a simple threat at the end. It was obvious that Blackframe did not appreciate Flatline's nosy statement, nor his curiosity of how he would work in said branche. It was his job and he would not allow anyone to take an insight in it.
But it was true in a way; differentiating the Vehicons could be a challenge. But there was always the option to just simple ask or look into their working- and patrol schedule. The drones overall seemed pretty talkactive when it came down to gossip and information of what was going on inside the Nemesis, and with just the right questions, Blackframe was sure that he would achieve his goal in some way or another.
“... though, that reminds me, you said you know many things and that I need to be more specific. Glad I always have a screen at my side, so, I would like you to fill out some information for me then. Just a routine check, nothing that's gonna hurt you, that is, if you're up for a game before we'll head to the more advanced stuff?”
He would wave the by now offline data-pad lazily into the air before resting his arms at either side, glanicing up at Flatline with a mischievous smirk.