[ti]Ep 3.5[/ti]In Vivo [Flatline, Nokta]
Sept 27, 2023 9:05:24 GMT -5
Post by Megatron on Sept 27, 2023 9:05:24 GMT -5
The Warlord remained where he stood, his optics trailing after Nokta as he made his way towards the medical table. He maintained his curious expression a while longer, his brow arching with the slightest twitch as if to suggest that he was still considering the mech's behavior. Even after the lieutenant did his best to dismiss it, clearly that lapse in composure was not so easily forgotten. Megatron thought about it thoroughly, though in what terms was uncertain.
As the conversation between the two mechs moved to a lower register, Megatron took a step forward to better hear it. Nokta danced around the subject some more, but clearly, the tyrant's interest was not entirely deterred. This continued for a while later, until...
"All of my residual symptoms cleared themselves once my energon levels stabilized upon arrival to Blackridge."
It didn't take long before Megatron cut in again, his voice rising with a deeply inquiring tone, suggesting that this entire medical situation was unfamiliar to him—and that he perhaps worried. But was the concern intended for Nokta or the Warlord's own plans? His next words did not make the distinction any clearer. If anything, they served to obfuscate it further.
"And what symptoms would those be, lieutenant?"
Cautious words, analytical, but still so deeply invested.
He tilted his head upwards, optics gazing down with a piercing focus. Two more thunderous steps—he was closer now. Close enough to observe, far enough to let the work proceed unimpeded. A member of the conversation, yes, but not of the action.
"Enlighten me, if you will," Megatron continued, briefly glancing at Flatline as if to suggest that whether Nokta spoke up or not, he would certainly have to. And yet he remained so measured, so courteous. He hid well behind his inquiring words the severity with which he took these revelations.
He tilted his head upwards, optics gazing down with a piercing focus. Two more thunderous steps—he was closer now. Close enough to observe, far enough to let the work proceed unimpeded. A member of the conversation, yes, but not of the action.
"Enlighten me, if you will," Megatron continued, briefly glancing at Flatline as if to suggest that whether Nokta spoke up or not, he would certainly have to. And yet he remained so measured, so courteous. He hid well behind his inquiring words the severity with which he took these revelations.