[ti]Ep 3[/ti]No Good Deed… [Closed]
Mar 26, 2022 0:04:11 GMT -5
Post by Starscream on Mar 26, 2022 0:04:11 GMT -5
Episode 3 | Week 4 | Day 1
Early Morning
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Starscream couldn’t help but smile as he peered down at a datapad. A single, taloned digit scrolled absently down its surface as he scanned the Cybertronian text in silence.
The past week had been lucrative indeed, what with the return of Skywarp to their ranks, and a few more pieces of Megatron’s precious weapon located and now within their holds. While the latter was advantageous for his own self-interests more so than their absent Warlord’s, it wasn’t why he was in an uncharacteristically good mood.
It was yesterday that was the pinnacle of their good fortune, and the reason he’d been smiling since.
Plans that’d been months in the making had come to fruition at long last, resulting in the successful capture of an Autobot, and a valuable one at that. While the other faction still had Ratchet among their ranks, by all accounts - and they were first hand, at that - he was in no place to be doing much of anything in regards to medical aid.
Patch was crucial to the Autobots, more so now than ever before; as a team without a medic were in simply no position to argue or take risks, and Windshield had done well indeed in his role of luring her out. While only a select few among the Decepticon ranks knew of Patch’s existence - something that would not change unless something drastic happened - the acting CMO would be critical for their plans in the coming days.
Of course, while she was a little worse for wear, Flatline had done well in getting her stable. Impressive work, considering her initial state - for a moment there he assumed her lost, which would’ve been… unfortunate.
While he had plans to go and speak with the prisoner now that things had hopefully settled some, for now he found himself at his desk, taking a moment to read through some of the more in-depth reports the infiltrator had given them.
The room itself was quiet, save for the ambient hum of various pieces of machinery within Blackridge Hold. A noise that was familiar to them all, to the point it was probably mostly ignored. The desk at which the Seeker sat was far tidier than previous weeks - while it was still littered with datapads, the strange looking arms were absent from its surface, as were the various Energon cubes.
He had not yet gone to retrieve his ration for the day, opting instead to start his day with work.
Early Morning
-
Starscream couldn’t help but smile as he peered down at a datapad. A single, taloned digit scrolled absently down its surface as he scanned the Cybertronian text in silence.
The past week had been lucrative indeed, what with the return of Skywarp to their ranks, and a few more pieces of Megatron’s precious weapon located and now within their holds. While the latter was advantageous for his own self-interests more so than their absent Warlord’s, it wasn’t why he was in an uncharacteristically good mood.
It was yesterday that was the pinnacle of their good fortune, and the reason he’d been smiling since.
Plans that’d been months in the making had come to fruition at long last, resulting in the successful capture of an Autobot, and a valuable one at that. While the other faction still had Ratchet among their ranks, by all accounts - and they were first hand, at that - he was in no place to be doing much of anything in regards to medical aid.
Patch was crucial to the Autobots, more so now than ever before; as a team without a medic were in simply no position to argue or take risks, and Windshield had done well indeed in his role of luring her out. While only a select few among the Decepticon ranks knew of Patch’s existence - something that would not change unless something drastic happened - the acting CMO would be critical for their plans in the coming days.
Of course, while she was a little worse for wear, Flatline had done well in getting her stable. Impressive work, considering her initial state - for a moment there he assumed her lost, which would’ve been… unfortunate.
While he had plans to go and speak with the prisoner now that things had hopefully settled some, for now he found himself at his desk, taking a moment to read through some of the more in-depth reports the infiltrator had given them.
The room itself was quiet, save for the ambient hum of various pieces of machinery within Blackridge Hold. A noise that was familiar to them all, to the point it was probably mostly ignored. The desk at which the Seeker sat was far tidier than previous weeks - while it was still littered with datapads, the strange looking arms were absent from its surface, as were the various Energon cubes.
He had not yet gone to retrieve his ration for the day, opting instead to start his day with work.