[ti]Ep 3.5[/ti]Graveyard [Flux]
Jul 20, 2023 0:10:31 GMT -5
Post by Flux on Jul 20, 2023 0:10:31 GMT -5
Despite the ongoing conversation, Flux wouldn’t stop in his movements - even if he did take a second to mull over the other mech’s words. Time was of the essence here, after all - and they couldn’t stop, even for a moment. As such, he took note of where Megatron was as to not hinder the Warlord as he worked.
Fear can be healthy in moderation.
He wasn’t quite sure what it was about that phrase, but he found himself repeating it internally. The words seemingly pulling his focus back fully onto the task at hand, spurring him on - and as the immense figure beside him hacked mercilessly into the debris, Flux would move to clear it away and to the sides. Any apprehension he held about not being able to work on the wall with a weapon of his own vanished the more he shifted and pulled free, knowing that should the two of them be hacking away at the mountain of rubble, the greater chance of failure.
Speed may have been a necessity here, but it was also dangerous. One wrong move and the entire thing could collapse, trapping them both.
So utterly focused on what he was doing, he realized he hadn’t replied to the Warlord. While only mere seconds had passed, this was Megatron he was speaking to, and as such, he did not want to keep him waiting.
“I’m sure it certainly keeps folks in line, yeah.”
He wondered, then - albeit briefly, as if the very thought was reprehensible - if Megatron had ever felt fear. He certainly made others fear him both through his words, and the actions that followed - but did he ever get scared, and if so, of what?
Of course, he knew better than to ask. Orange optics narrowed into the darkness as he continued on, carefully easing a large piece of rubble from an area that’d been loosened, setting it to one side. He was careful with where he placed it - and all the other pieces that were moved - taking care not to box them in. Should things start to shift, having an open area to escape through unobstructed would be the difference between life and death.
He did not hear the whimpered, distant cry over the noise of Megatron’s blade - probably a good thing, as that may have spurred him into doing something reckless, consequences be damned.
A rumbled hum of thought escaped him. He was second guessing himself, even if he assumed his current focus was the most beneficial, he wondered if he should be more proactive about removing the wall even despite the risk of collapse.
“Should I turn my attention to the wall, Lord Megatron? Or would that only hinder our efforts?”
There was a certain hesitance to his words - knowing he should probably have the initiative to make the choice for himself, though given the severity and urgency of the situation, he’d rather look momentarily foolish than do something they’d both regret.
Fear can be healthy in moderation.
He wasn’t quite sure what it was about that phrase, but he found himself repeating it internally. The words seemingly pulling his focus back fully onto the task at hand, spurring him on - and as the immense figure beside him hacked mercilessly into the debris, Flux would move to clear it away and to the sides. Any apprehension he held about not being able to work on the wall with a weapon of his own vanished the more he shifted and pulled free, knowing that should the two of them be hacking away at the mountain of rubble, the greater chance of failure.
Speed may have been a necessity here, but it was also dangerous. One wrong move and the entire thing could collapse, trapping them both.
So utterly focused on what he was doing, he realized he hadn’t replied to the Warlord. While only mere seconds had passed, this was Megatron he was speaking to, and as such, he did not want to keep him waiting.
“I’m sure it certainly keeps folks in line, yeah.”
He wondered, then - albeit briefly, as if the very thought was reprehensible - if Megatron had ever felt fear. He certainly made others fear him both through his words, and the actions that followed - but did he ever get scared, and if so, of what?
Of course, he knew better than to ask. Orange optics narrowed into the darkness as he continued on, carefully easing a large piece of rubble from an area that’d been loosened, setting it to one side. He was careful with where he placed it - and all the other pieces that were moved - taking care not to box them in. Should things start to shift, having an open area to escape through unobstructed would be the difference between life and death.
He did not hear the whimpered, distant cry over the noise of Megatron’s blade - probably a good thing, as that may have spurred him into doing something reckless, consequences be damned.
A rumbled hum of thought escaped him. He was second guessing himself, even if he assumed his current focus was the most beneficial, he wondered if he should be more proactive about removing the wall even despite the risk of collapse.
“Should I turn my attention to the wall, Lord Megatron? Or would that only hinder our efforts?”
There was a certain hesitance to his words - knowing he should probably have the initiative to make the choice for himself, though given the severity and urgency of the situation, he’d rather look momentarily foolish than do something they’d both regret.