Ep .5 - Texan Wastes - 'Pop Cans' - Closed
Feb 28, 2012 5:11:25 GMT -5
Post by airazor on Feb 28, 2012 5:11:25 GMT -5
Everything, from Moonshot's dilligent study of the ground, to the sudden careful modulation of his EMF, spoke of the youngster's inner conflict. Not sure what he wanted, now that there was a possibility he'd actually get it; no sense rushing him into a decision he might regret later. Instead, Airazor waited out the silence patiently, rather pleased that Moonshot at least had the sense to stop and think this matter through.
When he finally spoke, she considered his information carefully. Former Decepticon meant that, whatever she considered herself now, this Radia was almost certainly dangerous; rare indeed was the Decepticon who had managed to survive to this point in the war without being a skilled combatant. Not a problem if she had, indeed, switched to the Autobot side; potential problem if she was a neutral, depending on how paranoid the vorn had made her, but not insurmountable. For the sake of Moonshot's certainty, Airazor simply hoped that the femme had, indeed, left the Decepticons for good.
"I'll make certain the other Autobots know about her," she said, her field pressing the warmth of the promise against his. "And that they know to pass on the message you're looking for her." Not that she could guarantee any of them would think to do so, except Rhinox and perhaps Bumblebee, but it certainly didn't hurt to make sure everyone knew there might be a former Decepticon - presumed former, she reminded herself, though from the sound of it something had happened to give her good reason to leave the Decepticon ranks - operating independently on Earth. It was something she'd put in her report, of course, but she knew perfectly well that most of the Bots never so much as glanced at the patrol reports.
"You said a name or two," she finally pressed. "Was there anyone else you were looking for?"
When he finally spoke, she considered his information carefully. Former Decepticon meant that, whatever she considered herself now, this Radia was almost certainly dangerous; rare indeed was the Decepticon who had managed to survive to this point in the war without being a skilled combatant. Not a problem if she had, indeed, switched to the Autobot side; potential problem if she was a neutral, depending on how paranoid the vorn had made her, but not insurmountable. For the sake of Moonshot's certainty, Airazor simply hoped that the femme had, indeed, left the Decepticons for good.
"I'll make certain the other Autobots know about her," she said, her field pressing the warmth of the promise against his. "And that they know to pass on the message you're looking for her." Not that she could guarantee any of them would think to do so, except Rhinox and perhaps Bumblebee, but it certainly didn't hurt to make sure everyone knew there might be a former Decepticon - presumed former, she reminded herself, though from the sound of it something had happened to give her good reason to leave the Decepticon ranks - operating independently on Earth. It was something she'd put in her report, of course, but she knew perfectly well that most of the Bots never so much as glanced at the patrol reports.
"You said a name or two," she finally pressed. "Was there anyone else you were looking for?"