Ep.1 - Teamwork - Closed
Sept 16, 2013 6:46:34 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2013 6:46:34 GMT -5
<<OOC: Set at the start of Week 2.>>
The organisation known as MECH was coming to be more than slightly irritating. The humans were interfering with patrols via survellience and, lately, direct confrontation. They had little fear to no fear of the Cybertronians, and were keen to test their mettle against the Eradicons.
Megatron himself cared little for the humans, seeing them as vermin and beneath notice. Since arriving on this planet, they had not afforded his attention nor his army's resources. Remaining in disguise when encountering the native organic populous and arranging their flight path to avoid their primitive aviation efforts was a practical measure only. There was a war to win, and striking up a conflict with them would contribute to that end. They were pointless. Figures of mild amusement for a number of his troops.
The warlord had found, however, that the Autobots did deem the humans of value. That could potentially be useful, but hostages was not his intention at present.
Fairwinds alighted onto his shoulder armor with a clipped pulse of greeting, arranging herself between the first curving spike and his collar faring. She sat poised and alert, sharp eyes on the screens in front of them, tongue still.
::Morning, Master. I returned the rest of that solvent to Knock Out like you told me to, and it totally got up all that goo in my cupboard. And the little bits on your desk that looked a bit like pede-prints.:: Fairwinds gave Megatron a sidelong glance, pausing in her comm-line prattle to read the angle of his brows. ::You're still mad, aren't you? I mean, you're not yelling or throwing me out an airlock, but I can still tell you're mad. What'd-::
The wide doors at the end of the bridge's raised platform slid open. Fairwinds snapped her helm about to see Roulette enter. She'd not met the femme in the mesh, yet, but had heard about her through the gossip vine. Sharp shooter. Bit mouthy. Potential to be fun if scary. Why the two of them would have been summoned for a meeting together was a mystery.
"Roulette," Megatron intoned, more of an acknowledgement of the soldier's presence than an actual greeting. He waited for her to come front and center.
Fairwinds, as was expected of her, silently abandoned her perch on the large mech to land on the floor beside Roulette. She peered up at the femme, pitching her helm at a 'so what're you here for?' sort of angle.
The organisation known as MECH was coming to be more than slightly irritating. The humans were interfering with patrols via survellience and, lately, direct confrontation. They had little fear to no fear of the Cybertronians, and were keen to test their mettle against the Eradicons.
Megatron himself cared little for the humans, seeing them as vermin and beneath notice. Since arriving on this planet, they had not afforded his attention nor his army's resources. Remaining in disguise when encountering the native organic populous and arranging their flight path to avoid their primitive aviation efforts was a practical measure only. There was a war to win, and striking up a conflict with them would contribute to that end. They were pointless. Figures of mild amusement for a number of his troops.
The warlord had found, however, that the Autobots did deem the humans of value. That could potentially be useful, but hostages was not his intention at present.
Fairwinds alighted onto his shoulder armor with a clipped pulse of greeting, arranging herself between the first curving spike and his collar faring. She sat poised and alert, sharp eyes on the screens in front of them, tongue still.
::Morning, Master. I returned the rest of that solvent to Knock Out like you told me to, and it totally got up all that goo in my cupboard. And the little bits on your desk that looked a bit like pede-prints.:: Fairwinds gave Megatron a sidelong glance, pausing in her comm-line prattle to read the angle of his brows. ::You're still mad, aren't you? I mean, you're not yelling or throwing me out an airlock, but I can still tell you're mad. What'd-::
The wide doors at the end of the bridge's raised platform slid open. Fairwinds snapped her helm about to see Roulette enter. She'd not met the femme in the mesh, yet, but had heard about her through the gossip vine. Sharp shooter. Bit mouthy. Potential to be fun if scary. Why the two of them would have been summoned for a meeting together was a mystery.
"Roulette," Megatron intoned, more of an acknowledgement of the soldier's presence than an actual greeting. He waited for her to come front and center.
Fairwinds, as was expected of her, silently abandoned her perch on the large mech to land on the floor beside Roulette. She peered up at the femme, pitching her helm at a 'so what're you here for?' sort of angle.