Ep. 1 - Close Encounters - Open
Feb 10, 2014 0:28:10 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2014 0:28:10 GMT -5
Rook was profoundly silent as Blue chattered on, mainly because the sheer volume of verbiage Bluestreak was delivering was still throwing him off. Spooks, in general and in particular were quiet creatures - at least what few he'd met. The Datsun sharpshooter was speaking enough for all three of them. Twice.
And then the Decepticon showed up on the line.
Rook did not like being seen, particularly not out in the open. And even more particularly, with extra targets around. He could have risked a scan, but Vegas odds (a particularly fitting expression, all things considered) said a scan could be detected, traced back to the source, and used for target practice even more accurately than direct line-of-sight.
He digested the message in silence. Aerial unit. Not a Vehicon - the rank-and-file pretty much had no sense of humor when it came to dealing with Autobots, that he knew of: they shot first and made fun of the carcass maybe. It could be they'd wandered into 'Con-controlled territory, or simply crossed a patrol path, or--
His thoughts skittered loosely all over the place as Wash replied, not just politely, but in the same chipper and downright joking tone and subject. Seriously? Autobot Action News? Some part of him was busy laughing, while the rest of him was wondering how it happened that the one time he'd decided to join the Lancer and company he'd ended up facing yet another oddball situation.
Even as his mind tried to grasp all the potential trouble the situation could bring their way he was falling back by a few feet, putting distance between at least two of them so they wouldn't make an easy target, all of them lined up pretty.
He dropped into the shortest active frequency the Autobots currently had, hoping that if he couldn't keep the conversation hidden, at least he could keep it private; he hated the thought of leaving his voice on any 'Con's potential registry, and the idea dropped his voice to a cool, soft note. We're too close, too neat, death ray or not. Bluestreak, you're center point. And a sharpshooter, which might mean he had the best sensors of all of them. Can you see the air-snoop?
And then the Decepticon showed up on the line.
Rook did not like being seen, particularly not out in the open. And even more particularly, with extra targets around. He could have risked a scan, but Vegas odds (a particularly fitting expression, all things considered) said a scan could be detected, traced back to the source, and used for target practice even more accurately than direct line-of-sight.
He digested the message in silence. Aerial unit. Not a Vehicon - the rank-and-file pretty much had no sense of humor when it came to dealing with Autobots, that he knew of: they shot first and made fun of the carcass maybe. It could be they'd wandered into 'Con-controlled territory, or simply crossed a patrol path, or--
His thoughts skittered loosely all over the place as Wash replied, not just politely, but in the same chipper and downright joking tone and subject. Seriously? Autobot Action News? Some part of him was busy laughing, while the rest of him was wondering how it happened that the one time he'd decided to join the Lancer and company he'd ended up facing yet another oddball situation.
Even as his mind tried to grasp all the potential trouble the situation could bring their way he was falling back by a few feet, putting distance between at least two of them so they wouldn't make an easy target, all of them lined up pretty.
He dropped into the shortest active frequency the Autobots currently had, hoping that if he couldn't keep the conversation hidden, at least he could keep it private; he hated the thought of leaving his voice on any 'Con's potential registry, and the idea dropped his voice to a cool, soft note. We're too close, too neat, death ray or not. Bluestreak, you're center point. And a sharpshooter, which might mean he had the best sensors of all of them. Can you see the air-snoop?