[ti]Ep 3.5[/ti]Captive Audience [Closed]
Jan 23, 2023 17:56:20 GMT -5
Post by Carbine on Jan 23, 2023 17:56:20 GMT -5
"New ideas? Anything you’d like to share with the class?"
"Nope."
If the other mech had already given up on generating his own plans? That was his problem to deal with on his own. With this thought, the bottom edges of Carbine's optical projections hooked up into a broad smile, not even taking the effort to respond to Knock Out's statement about a burrowed tunnel. The answer to that was plain as day given the only things that were in there were some scuffs, and some weird staining, some of which was tinted red with rust.
"Nice t-try, but you'd need me, not the oth-th-er way͞ arǫu̴nd͘. So, what would you have t-to offer me that'd be worth your f̕r͘ee͞do͠m?"
Carbine picked at the concrete some more, noting how solid it was and that nothing was cracked or chipping off from the pressure besides a little bit of grit. He felt that he knew that beyond the edge was the metal frame somewhere. The shield didn't manifest out of nothing and HAD to have some kind of ring around it to project its surface... right? All it would take was getting to it, and then a few jabbed slams of the end of the leg on the chair? And perhaps he could bust whatever it was. Or, that was what he was loosely trying for, as having a real goal could make his attempts seem far more legitimate rather than pretending with some kind of bad acting skills or sitting there twiddling his thumbs.
If the shield was broken... if he did manage to do the unthinkable... Carbine honestly would be straight up horrified. Standing there, deer in headlights, seeing the end of his life up on the chopping block where he had to make a choice. He had three options. Either he brushed his hand out and gave a big 'oops' and blew his cover, he ditched Knock Out and tried to 'escape' without freeing his new companion and lose progress on gaining footing, or he did free the CMO and go bolting with him while frantically slamming Comms at Prowl with screeching 'IM SORRY's and demands to lock off the tunnel so they couldn't get out. If it was the latter, he truly would have earned the Decepticon's trust though he bet, and he could get more information as a friend than a foe. That didn't mean he WANTED that to happen though, and even his requested immunity would be put to the test if he pulled a stunt like that.
Primus his efforts better fail.
"Unless I w-wanted to throw you at them so they ar̀e ͜t̴oo b͝u̕śý get͟t̕ing ̛y̶ou ͠i̢ns̵tead..."
There was a pitch shift at that, a sort of realization like that was a real option, before he continued, his voice lowering.
"Make m-my wa̴y o͝út th̢e tunne͡l... jump this sinking ship."
A pause.
"That ha̛p̧peņs to also be on f-fire."
These words tapered down from the mirth from before, ending in a sort of grumbled growl of dismay that perhaps had some sadness woven behind them. It was a grim reality in Carbine's opinion. More and more Autobots were flowing in, and yet no progress was happening, and if there somehow was? It was hidden well from the common rabble around the base. Then again, that came back to the idea that he had been locked up, where he may just be out of the loop. Even if there was some sort of victory, however, anything of real value would have HAD to have been spread. So... no. Carbine felt they were in a real spiral down the drain without a medic to even try to help, and this detachment spread to the fact he felt like he didn't really have any real friends other than a couple out of a whole team of people that seemed to get along with one another.
An outcast.
"It is only a m-matter of time bęfore t̀hi̛s shi̢ts̴h͟ow implodes and I d-don't plan to stick ar͠o̷ųnd t-to watch it."
Beneath the broken visor, out of line of sight, the top edge of a lip would flick up into a wicked grin.
"Nope."
If the other mech had already given up on generating his own plans? That was his problem to deal with on his own. With this thought, the bottom edges of Carbine's optical projections hooked up into a broad smile, not even taking the effort to respond to Knock Out's statement about a burrowed tunnel. The answer to that was plain as day given the only things that were in there were some scuffs, and some weird staining, some of which was tinted red with rust.
"Nice t-try, but you'd need me, not the oth-th-er way͞ arǫu̴nd͘. So, what would you have t-to offer me that'd be worth your f̕r͘ee͞do͠m?"
Carbine picked at the concrete some more, noting how solid it was and that nothing was cracked or chipping off from the pressure besides a little bit of grit. He felt that he knew that beyond the edge was the metal frame somewhere. The shield didn't manifest out of nothing and HAD to have some kind of ring around it to project its surface... right? All it would take was getting to it, and then a few jabbed slams of the end of the leg on the chair? And perhaps he could bust whatever it was. Or, that was what he was loosely trying for, as having a real goal could make his attempts seem far more legitimate rather than pretending with some kind of bad acting skills or sitting there twiddling his thumbs.
If the shield was broken... if he did manage to do the unthinkable... Carbine honestly would be straight up horrified. Standing there, deer in headlights, seeing the end of his life up on the chopping block where he had to make a choice. He had three options. Either he brushed his hand out and gave a big 'oops' and blew his cover, he ditched Knock Out and tried to 'escape' without freeing his new companion and lose progress on gaining footing, or he did free the CMO and go bolting with him while frantically slamming Comms at Prowl with screeching 'IM SORRY's and demands to lock off the tunnel so they couldn't get out. If it was the latter, he truly would have earned the Decepticon's trust though he bet, and he could get more information as a friend than a foe. That didn't mean he WANTED that to happen though, and even his requested immunity would be put to the test if he pulled a stunt like that.
Primus his efforts better fail.
"Unless I w-wanted to throw you at them so they ar̀e ͜t̴oo b͝u̕śý get͟t̕ing ̛y̶ou ͠i̢ns̵tead..."
There was a pitch shift at that, a sort of realization like that was a real option, before he continued, his voice lowering.
"Make m-my wa̴y o͝út th̢e tunne͡l... jump this sinking ship."
A pause.
"That ha̛p̧peņs to also be on f-fire."
These words tapered down from the mirth from before, ending in a sort of grumbled growl of dismay that perhaps had some sadness woven behind them. It was a grim reality in Carbine's opinion. More and more Autobots were flowing in, and yet no progress was happening, and if there somehow was? It was hidden well from the common rabble around the base. Then again, that came back to the idea that he had been locked up, where he may just be out of the loop. Even if there was some sort of victory, however, anything of real value would have HAD to have been spread. So... no. Carbine felt they were in a real spiral down the drain without a medic to even try to help, and this detachment spread to the fact he felt like he didn't really have any real friends other than a couple out of a whole team of people that seemed to get along with one another.
An outcast.
"It is only a m-matter of time bęfore t̀hi̛s shi̢ts̴h͟ow implodes and I d-don't plan to stick ar͠o̷ųnd t-to watch it."
Beneath the broken visor, out of line of sight, the top edge of a lip would flick up into a wicked grin.