[ti]Ep 3.5[/ti]Captive Audience [Closed]
Mar 31, 2023 19:04:44 GMT -5
Post by Knock Out on Mar 31, 2023 19:04:44 GMT -5
The scoff from the other mech - and the words spoken - were met with an optic roll that he made no motions of hiding. The dryness of the phrase didn’t help the fact it made absolutely no sense, though he wouldn’t comment on just how silly a statement it was, as Carbine continued.
“The Vehicons are stupid indeed - in my humble opinion, at any rate - however while they may all look the same, it is not the same ones coming in day after day for repair.”
Breakdown would’ve shown far more concern and worry should that have been the case. The bigger mech had a knack for telling the troops apart even without looking at their files, and if one kept hurting himself over and over? It would’ve been brought up. No, they had plenty of mines - and plenty of soldiers, to the point that a few being injured didn’t stop or even slow their Energon production.
“Let's just say we don’t go to bed hungry, mm? Unlike here.”
A non-committal gesture was given to the Energon ration he’d been so graciously handed earlier. It’d gone untouched so far, though he hoped the other mech could put two and two together in that he was taking a jab at the size of the cube itself.
Carbine could form his own opinion on their mines - though he did find it curious that he wasn’t more well versed in the situation. The Autobots had to get their Energon from somewhere, as it wasn’t like they could refine their own, and stealing from the same place over and over? Well, that was just silly.
Shifting his servo back to rest on his hip, he would scoff as Carbine spoke down to him.
“Or, maybe I am being careful with my wording, given we are being watched. I do have rank within the Decepticons and I’m positive if you were worth even half a thought to the Autobots you’d know that.”
It had to be well known who he was, right? They had files on most of the known Autobots on the planet, he could only assume it went both ways. Though maybe Carbine wasn’t privy to those details, which was… odd, considering they should probably know what the enemy looked like.
“But sure, call me a dumbass if it makes you feel a little better about yourself.”
He didn’t owe Carbine anything, and had already revealed more than he probably should’ve, even if those details weren’t exactly important. The fact he hadn’t been taken away yet for interrogation was a concern, and while he wasn’t sure if that would end up happening, that was usually how it went for prisoners.
At least his frame was already scratched, should they decide to get mean.
Tuning back into the conversation, his optics narrowed just slightly at what he was hearing. Wasn’t permitted to decapitate someone? Talk about boring. If he’d been faster with his saw, or aimed higher, he would’ve had no issues in removing the helm from Prowl’s shoulders - it wasn’t something he’d even need permission for, nor would it have ever crossed his mind to ask.
“I’m sorry, you have to ask for authorization to decapitate someone?” he laughed. While he probably shouldn’t find as much amusement in the situation as he did, as it had been a Decepticon that Carbine had run into, it seemed the power of friendship had saved whoever it was from a rather grisly death.
“If I’d taken Prowl’s helm, I would’ve been praised for a job well done. I wouldn’t have to stop and ask Megatron for permission.” it’d clearly tickled him, the smile not leaving his faceplate. “You’re serious? So just mid-fight you have to stop and call Big O before you do anything drastic?”
He didn’t believe it, and was struggling to contain his laughter. At least in the future, he knew he’d be safe, taking those precious seconds to run away before they shot him in the head or whatever.
Clearing his throat as the Nemesis was mentioned, he tried to regain some composure - tsking softly.
“Rumors? And what rumors are those?”
They had lost the Nemesis, yes - though how did the Autobots know about that little detail? He knew better than to confirm or deny anything, and as such would wait for the other mech to reveal what he knew.
“The Vehicons are stupid indeed - in my humble opinion, at any rate - however while they may all look the same, it is not the same ones coming in day after day for repair.”
Breakdown would’ve shown far more concern and worry should that have been the case. The bigger mech had a knack for telling the troops apart even without looking at their files, and if one kept hurting himself over and over? It would’ve been brought up. No, they had plenty of mines - and plenty of soldiers, to the point that a few being injured didn’t stop or even slow their Energon production.
“Let's just say we don’t go to bed hungry, mm? Unlike here.”
A non-committal gesture was given to the Energon ration he’d been so graciously handed earlier. It’d gone untouched so far, though he hoped the other mech could put two and two together in that he was taking a jab at the size of the cube itself.
Carbine could form his own opinion on their mines - though he did find it curious that he wasn’t more well versed in the situation. The Autobots had to get their Energon from somewhere, as it wasn’t like they could refine their own, and stealing from the same place over and over? Well, that was just silly.
Shifting his servo back to rest on his hip, he would scoff as Carbine spoke down to him.
“Or, maybe I am being careful with my wording, given we are being watched. I do have rank within the Decepticons and I’m positive if you were worth even half a thought to the Autobots you’d know that.”
It had to be well known who he was, right? They had files on most of the known Autobots on the planet, he could only assume it went both ways. Though maybe Carbine wasn’t privy to those details, which was… odd, considering they should probably know what the enemy looked like.
“But sure, call me a dumbass if it makes you feel a little better about yourself.”
He didn’t owe Carbine anything, and had already revealed more than he probably should’ve, even if those details weren’t exactly important. The fact he hadn’t been taken away yet for interrogation was a concern, and while he wasn’t sure if that would end up happening, that was usually how it went for prisoners.
At least his frame was already scratched, should they decide to get mean.
Tuning back into the conversation, his optics narrowed just slightly at what he was hearing. Wasn’t permitted to decapitate someone? Talk about boring. If he’d been faster with his saw, or aimed higher, he would’ve had no issues in removing the helm from Prowl’s shoulders - it wasn’t something he’d even need permission for, nor would it have ever crossed his mind to ask.
“I’m sorry, you have to ask for authorization to decapitate someone?” he laughed. While he probably shouldn’t find as much amusement in the situation as he did, as it had been a Decepticon that Carbine had run into, it seemed the power of friendship had saved whoever it was from a rather grisly death.
“If I’d taken Prowl’s helm, I would’ve been praised for a job well done. I wouldn’t have to stop and ask Megatron for permission.” it’d clearly tickled him, the smile not leaving his faceplate. “You’re serious? So just mid-fight you have to stop and call Big O before you do anything drastic?”
He didn’t believe it, and was struggling to contain his laughter. At least in the future, he knew he’d be safe, taking those precious seconds to run away before they shot him in the head or whatever.
Clearing his throat as the Nemesis was mentioned, he tried to regain some composure - tsking softly.
“Rumors? And what rumors are those?”
They had lost the Nemesis, yes - though how did the Autobots know about that little detail? He knew better than to confirm or deny anything, and as such would wait for the other mech to reveal what he knew.