[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]Crossroads (Closed)
Feb 23, 2019 4:11:59 GMT -5
Post by Starscream on Feb 23, 2019 4:11:59 GMT -5
Dart’s gentle shift in body language as he moved down onto level ground was not lost on him. While this moment, this conversation - this company - were far from formal and overly official, he did appreciate the subtle motions made. The respect shown.
Respect was something that even despite his rank, Starscream seemed to be lacking from most. Even now at the helm of the Decepticons, rumors swirled that he’d played a part in Megatron’s unusual absence. The smarter of the Vehicons argued of course that if the slim Seeker had done something to their Warlord, they’d never hear the end of it.
Which begged the question of why they should listen to him now. They did of course, through loyalty to the cause, or because of the fact they pretty much had to. They listened, but they did not necessarily respect.
Dart though? She did.
And Starscream was thankful.
His gaze had drifted back to the horses, watching them from afar - and even though he was no longer looking at the femme, he was listening to her words. Taking them in, mulling them over. He was quiet, letting her gather her thoughts, letting her work out how to even word this and explain.
A soft frown graced his faceplate at what he was hearing, a gentle flutter of wings - a shifting of weight from one pede to the other. At her mention of not wanting to speak the name out loud, he’d glance back to her, optics narrowed some. Could someone really be ‘summoned’ merely by speaking their name? Nonsense… This wasn’t a fairy tale, and he found her superstition a little silly but- he wouldn’t question, nor push for a name. At least not spoken out loud.
He’d respect that, at least.
With a long, slow intake of air, he’d look back and across to the horses. The slight shift in Dart’s accent as she continued didn’t draw his attention back to the courier - it was just a thing she did at times, the Seeker familiar enough with her to know, and not question it.
What he was being told didn’t ring any bells or stand out to him any - not that he could recall. Nor did he have anyone in mind that it could be. He’d been involved in science since far before the war - he was good at it, too. Still was, he was sure. But he’d long since strayed from that path. His line of work probably never crossed those of this Neuroscientist, anyway. It was an entirely different field and specialization. What this stranger was trying to do, though? He could see some benefit. At least, the communication over great distance back then. It would’ve been horribly fiddly to set up and get working, but if it had..?
He’d offer a nod at her words about nobody wanting a prototype. Once the war started, everything happened so quickly. There wasn’t time for prototypes or ideas like that, not unless they could be rushed out, or held significant benefit or importance to winning the war.
He’d look to her once more, peering down - expression still neutral. Tired, but neutral.
“Why he’d want to come here I don’t understand. Is it because the majority of Cybertron’s survivors have congregated here, I wonder.” he mused aloud.
Probably. With Optimus Prime and Megatron here on this rather insignificant little planet, it was bound to draw attention - wanted and not.
“As for the name of this individual, I suppose you can write it down…” there was the most subtle of optics rolls accompanying the sentence - he couldn’t help it, finding her fear of a designation a little absurd, but if she felt he should know of the name? Then he probably should. At least if it was brought up or murmured in the future, he’d know.
Picking idly at his thumb claw, he’d vent outwards softly.
“I suppose given he already got to Wheeljack, there’s no telling who could be next - meaning one of ours.”
Meaning he should probably look into it somehow.
But how?
He’d been rather dismissive earlier. Not taking this situation seriously, but the more he’d heard - the more he knew he should at least be wary. All of them probably should. With the loss of the Nemesis, MECH and balancing a Truce, a disease that’d infected probably half the Decepticon forces, and now- this unknown but potentially dangerous threat? This step into his rightful position of ruling the Decepticons was certainly playing out to be a trial by fire - and he couldn’t afford to become complacent. Not now.
A hum of thought.
“Mm. The next course of action would be to get Skywarp’s side of the story, then. Probably through the usage of Cortical psychic patch so we can get the exact details as to his involvement. I doubt Optimus would allow the usage of one on Wheeljack, so this will have to do.”
His wings would flare some, stretching a moment before relaxing. With it, his arms dropped to his sides.
“Once Soundwave is well enough to do so, I will have that arranged. If - you think that is wise.”
He’d look to her again, then. Would the usage of the psychic patch work as intended on Skywarp? He wasn’t aware what state the childish Seeker was in at present, nor if he’d come into contact with the stranger in question -he’d certainly not reported anything. Not even mentioned Deuce and why he’d been with him. The last thing he wanted to do was unravel Skywarp’s processor further by unlocking some key detail or memory… But at this point, it was probably worth the risk.
Respect was something that even despite his rank, Starscream seemed to be lacking from most. Even now at the helm of the Decepticons, rumors swirled that he’d played a part in Megatron’s unusual absence. The smarter of the Vehicons argued of course that if the slim Seeker had done something to their Warlord, they’d never hear the end of it.
Which begged the question of why they should listen to him now. They did of course, through loyalty to the cause, or because of the fact they pretty much had to. They listened, but they did not necessarily respect.
Dart though? She did.
And Starscream was thankful.
His gaze had drifted back to the horses, watching them from afar - and even though he was no longer looking at the femme, he was listening to her words. Taking them in, mulling them over. He was quiet, letting her gather her thoughts, letting her work out how to even word this and explain.
A soft frown graced his faceplate at what he was hearing, a gentle flutter of wings - a shifting of weight from one pede to the other. At her mention of not wanting to speak the name out loud, he’d glance back to her, optics narrowed some. Could someone really be ‘summoned’ merely by speaking their name? Nonsense… This wasn’t a fairy tale, and he found her superstition a little silly but- he wouldn’t question, nor push for a name. At least not spoken out loud.
He’d respect that, at least.
With a long, slow intake of air, he’d look back and across to the horses. The slight shift in Dart’s accent as she continued didn’t draw his attention back to the courier - it was just a thing she did at times, the Seeker familiar enough with her to know, and not question it.
What he was being told didn’t ring any bells or stand out to him any - not that he could recall. Nor did he have anyone in mind that it could be. He’d been involved in science since far before the war - he was good at it, too. Still was, he was sure. But he’d long since strayed from that path. His line of work probably never crossed those of this Neuroscientist, anyway. It was an entirely different field and specialization. What this stranger was trying to do, though? He could see some benefit. At least, the communication over great distance back then. It would’ve been horribly fiddly to set up and get working, but if it had..?
He’d offer a nod at her words about nobody wanting a prototype. Once the war started, everything happened so quickly. There wasn’t time for prototypes or ideas like that, not unless they could be rushed out, or held significant benefit or importance to winning the war.
He’d look to her once more, peering down - expression still neutral. Tired, but neutral.
“Why he’d want to come here I don’t understand. Is it because the majority of Cybertron’s survivors have congregated here, I wonder.” he mused aloud.
Probably. With Optimus Prime and Megatron here on this rather insignificant little planet, it was bound to draw attention - wanted and not.
“As for the name of this individual, I suppose you can write it down…” there was the most subtle of optics rolls accompanying the sentence - he couldn’t help it, finding her fear of a designation a little absurd, but if she felt he should know of the name? Then he probably should. At least if it was brought up or murmured in the future, he’d know.
Picking idly at his thumb claw, he’d vent outwards softly.
“I suppose given he already got to Wheeljack, there’s no telling who could be next - meaning one of ours.”
Meaning he should probably look into it somehow.
But how?
He’d been rather dismissive earlier. Not taking this situation seriously, but the more he’d heard - the more he knew he should at least be wary. All of them probably should. With the loss of the Nemesis, MECH and balancing a Truce, a disease that’d infected probably half the Decepticon forces, and now- this unknown but potentially dangerous threat? This step into his rightful position of ruling the Decepticons was certainly playing out to be a trial by fire - and he couldn’t afford to become complacent. Not now.
A hum of thought.
“Mm. The next course of action would be to get Skywarp’s side of the story, then. Probably through the usage of Cortical psychic patch so we can get the exact details as to his involvement. I doubt Optimus would allow the usage of one on Wheeljack, so this will have to do.”
His wings would flare some, stretching a moment before relaxing. With it, his arms dropped to his sides.
“Once Soundwave is well enough to do so, I will have that arranged. If - you think that is wise.”
He’d look to her again, then. Would the usage of the psychic patch work as intended on Skywarp? He wasn’t aware what state the childish Seeker was in at present, nor if he’d come into contact with the stranger in question -he’d certainly not reported anything. Not even mentioned Deuce and why he’d been with him. The last thing he wanted to do was unravel Skywarp’s processor further by unlocking some key detail or memory… But at this point, it was probably worth the risk.