Ep. 1 - Close Encounters - Open
Nov 2, 2014 20:10:54 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2014 20:10:54 GMT -5
Rook tried not to stare at Matilda the Mighty's holo. He did not entirely succeed, but after a few seconds he dragged his attention back where it belonged.
Wash was anything but alright, but Rook left it at that. This was Wash's party and the spook held his peace. He gave the mech over there a very level, bland look, and then returned to his business of human-gathering.
For a moment something rose in him against Wash's casual words. Delivering the humans wasn't the issue, he could care less whether they ended up in a ditch, out in the dessert or in a concrete cell. Giving them up to interrogation, that rolled into his spinal strut and if he'd not been so carefully under control his hackles would have been up physically as well as metaphorically. The reaction, however, stayed strictly between him and his thoughts. If there was a standing request to deliver the MECHs for intel-gathering, then deliver them he would.
... Once he figured out how to fold himself back into alt-mode without taking off body-parts or making partial paste out of the prisoners. He'd never actually gone through the mechanics, theoretical or otherwise, of wrapping himself around a human with the (insulting) ease with which Bumblebee, or even Bulkhead, did it. He wasn't about to shove them into what little subspace he had, either, Primus only knew what that would do to the subspace.
The quickest solution the Aero came up with was to set the men down, one over each shoulder, and start them on a slow, sort of controlled slide down his back. He leaned forward and transformed as they slid, and for a few uncomfortable moments he felt weird pinchings here and there, but in the end everyone ended up where they belonged. Yes, the gent on the shotgun seat was upside down and he was pretty sure he'd severely bruised the human in what passed for his backseat, but he had them both, no one was bleeding and he was free to scan for the MECH Under The Tree.
::I'll deliver them to Agent Fowler.:: His tone was even; maintaining that calm was part of why he'd waited until after he'd transformed. His holo went through the paces of stepping out from behind the wheel and moving towards Bluestreak and their host, the two hundred held between two fingers in offering. With any luck he'd be asked to do no further with it, because he was pretty much at the limit of his holo-capabilities. "Two hundred."
Wash was anything but alright, but Rook left it at that. This was Wash's party and the spook held his peace. He gave the mech over there a very level, bland look, and then returned to his business of human-gathering.
For a moment something rose in him against Wash's casual words. Delivering the humans wasn't the issue, he could care less whether they ended up in a ditch, out in the dessert or in a concrete cell. Giving them up to interrogation, that rolled into his spinal strut and if he'd not been so carefully under control his hackles would have been up physically as well as metaphorically. The reaction, however, stayed strictly between him and his thoughts. If there was a standing request to deliver the MECHs for intel-gathering, then deliver them he would.
... Once he figured out how to fold himself back into alt-mode without taking off body-parts or making partial paste out of the prisoners. He'd never actually gone through the mechanics, theoretical or otherwise, of wrapping himself around a human with the (insulting) ease with which Bumblebee, or even Bulkhead, did it. He wasn't about to shove them into what little subspace he had, either, Primus only knew what that would do to the subspace.
The quickest solution the Aero came up with was to set the men down, one over each shoulder, and start them on a slow, sort of controlled slide down his back. He leaned forward and transformed as they slid, and for a few uncomfortable moments he felt weird pinchings here and there, but in the end everyone ended up where they belonged. Yes, the gent on the shotgun seat was upside down and he was pretty sure he'd severely bruised the human in what passed for his backseat, but he had them both, no one was bleeding and he was free to scan for the MECH Under The Tree.
::I'll deliver them to Agent Fowler.:: His tone was even; maintaining that calm was part of why he'd waited until after he'd transformed. His holo went through the paces of stepping out from behind the wheel and moving towards Bluestreak and their host, the two hundred held between two fingers in offering. With any luck he'd be asked to do no further with it, because he was pretty much at the limit of his holo-capabilities. "Two hundred."