[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Cause and Effect [Closed]
Sept 25, 2021 17:27:22 GMT -5
Post by Blitzwing on Sept 25, 2021 17:27:22 GMT -5
Patiently, Blitzwing provided Flatline ample time to both fetch his cane and be on his way, content to take on the roll of a follower for now. Though he was more then calm enough for the moment, this did not prevent him from carefully scrutinizing every detail with his oversized optic. There was a very curious duality between these two medical-bots. He'd barely laid a servo on poor Flatline, but the poor mech was still reduced to hobbling about with a cane. Knock Out had received the most disciplinary action by far, and yet he was more or less fine to continue waddling along unassisted.
The difference was that one of them had their fair share of disciplinary action previously, Blitzwing thought. Or perhaps they both had, though the lesson had stuck with one more than the other. Ruminating about Knock Out and Flatline's respective work ethics was pointless for right now though. There was much he was still in the dark about, most of all the Decepticons' current status. For now he was content to follow along dutifully.
Knock Out's omission of Lord Megatron's name almost immediately struck a chord within Blitzwing, coupled with the shaky half-laugh the CMO had produced a moment earlier. His mind spun wild. Every fiber of his being called out to plant his fist into the wall and extract Megatron's condition from Knock Out forcefully. A scowl, brief but noticeable, flashed on Blitzwing's face for a quick instant. His left arm found itself raised a few degrees from where it had previously hung, servos twitching rapidly. The old Decepticon continued to walk along as though this were a completely normal occurrence, though effort was put into forcing the arm back down. Blitzy's right arm slowly found its way toward his left, gripping his forearm in an attempt to quiet down the twitches of his digits.
"My internal chronometer is functioning normally," he replied to Knock Out's second remark, his response coming through half-gritted denta. Having something concrete to focus on was always a boon towards controlling his abrupt shifts, and in this case, that something would have to be conversation. "I have been alone for the duration of my stay aboard this vessel," Blitzwing answered, his tone having relaxed a few degrees. The shaking in his left arm slowly began to subside, until his right was no longer needed to brace it.
The difference was that one of them had their fair share of disciplinary action previously, Blitzwing thought. Or perhaps they both had, though the lesson had stuck with one more than the other. Ruminating about Knock Out and Flatline's respective work ethics was pointless for right now though. There was much he was still in the dark about, most of all the Decepticons' current status. For now he was content to follow along dutifully.
Knock Out's omission of Lord Megatron's name almost immediately struck a chord within Blitzwing, coupled with the shaky half-laugh the CMO had produced a moment earlier. His mind spun wild. Every fiber of his being called out to plant his fist into the wall and extract Megatron's condition from Knock Out forcefully. A scowl, brief but noticeable, flashed on Blitzwing's face for a quick instant. His left arm found itself raised a few degrees from where it had previously hung, servos twitching rapidly. The old Decepticon continued to walk along as though this were a completely normal occurrence, though effort was put into forcing the arm back down. Blitzy's right arm slowly found its way toward his left, gripping his forearm in an attempt to quiet down the twitches of his digits.
"My internal chronometer is functioning normally," he replied to Knock Out's second remark, his response coming through half-gritted denta. Having something concrete to focus on was always a boon towards controlling his abrupt shifts, and in this case, that something would have to be conversation. "I have been alone for the duration of my stay aboard this vessel," Blitzwing answered, his tone having relaxed a few degrees. The shaking in his left arm slowly began to subside, until his right was no longer needed to brace it.