[ti]Ep 3.5[/ti]High Gloss [Closed]
Jul 18, 2022 12:09:18 GMT -5
Post by Sunstreaker on Jul 18, 2022 12:09:18 GMT -5
Week One, Day One...
24 minutes before Groundwork...
Pssh, wouldn't take her half an hour to haul a whole-aft mech down to the lower levels.
Sunstreaker had time to kill before she had to show up with Carbine, though that wasn't to say she couldn't multitask. She had an interrogation scheduled for today, and she'd be damned if she didn't prepare herself for it to the fullest. Knock Out was on the docket, the one Decepticon she'd seen so far with anything close to a flashy, well maintained paintjob, something that had struck a chord within Sunny. Whatever happened today, whatever questions they asked, however he answered...
She promised herself that she'd style on him, some.
Since arriving on Earth and crossing a continent in search for the Autobots, Sunny hadn't truly had a good opportunity for a nice oil bath, let alone a fresh coat of paint. Today's circumstances had graciously enabled her to indulge, just a bit. She truthfully had no idea whether or not it would change anything at all, though honestly she didn't care.
She deserved this.
A trail of water droplets speckled the ground behind Sunstreaker as she crossed through the dormitories, her presence foretold by the sharp hum of an orbital buffer going to town on her frame. A fresh coat of clear polish had been applied several minutes before, preceded by Sunny dumping a barrel of water over herself. Her own sense of vanity required her to look as best she could when looking down on others.
Sunny came to a stop just outside of Carbine's room, still running the orbital buffer along her arms. To her knowledge, the two of them had a few items in common. Well, one thing. They were ex-cops, but Sunny had the tact to stay out of Garrus-1 and leave the bleeding heart crap for her diary. Back then, at least.
"Carbine!" She announced, rapping her knuckle against the door over the hum of the buffer. "Got a job for you."
24 minutes before Groundwork...
Pssh, wouldn't take her half an hour to haul a whole-aft mech down to the lower levels.
Sunstreaker had time to kill before she had to show up with Carbine, though that wasn't to say she couldn't multitask. She had an interrogation scheduled for today, and she'd be damned if she didn't prepare herself for it to the fullest. Knock Out was on the docket, the one Decepticon she'd seen so far with anything close to a flashy, well maintained paintjob, something that had struck a chord within Sunny. Whatever happened today, whatever questions they asked, however he answered...
She promised herself that she'd style on him, some.
Since arriving on Earth and crossing a continent in search for the Autobots, Sunny hadn't truly had a good opportunity for a nice oil bath, let alone a fresh coat of paint. Today's circumstances had graciously enabled her to indulge, just a bit. She truthfully had no idea whether or not it would change anything at all, though honestly she didn't care.
She deserved this.
A trail of water droplets speckled the ground behind Sunstreaker as she crossed through the dormitories, her presence foretold by the sharp hum of an orbital buffer going to town on her frame. A fresh coat of clear polish had been applied several minutes before, preceded by Sunny dumping a barrel of water over herself. Her own sense of vanity required her to look as best she could when looking down on others.
Sunny came to a stop just outside of Carbine's room, still running the orbital buffer along her arms. To her knowledge, the two of them had a few items in common. Well, one thing. They were ex-cops, but Sunny had the tact to stay out of Garrus-1 and leave the bleeding heart crap for her diary. Back then, at least.
"Carbine!" She announced, rapping her knuckle against the door over the hum of the buffer. "Got a job for you."