Ep. 1 - Reconfiguration - [Closed]

[Flatline]

Flatline permitted his finger to get batted away, though the hand did not fully lower to his side, nor go back to work. It was raised loosely in front of his chest at a state of rest, the long digits gently curled. At Fairwind's little addition to the conversation? And the way she knew she had caught? It would not take a genius to put two and two together. It was made that much more apparent, by her following words that to do all of what she requested? Could land him in some trouble. Not... launched out of the Nemesis trouble... but there nonetheless.

"So you DO admit it would push me into quite a dilemma, even if it's just an itty bitty bit..."

He raised the right hand once more, holding his pointer and thumb a small distance apart from one another as if measuring just how much trouble he would be in. One optic squinted as well at this, side-eyeing her on his shoulder He was almost joking in tone and actions, but internally? He was squirming and thrashing about the bomb he just narrowly avoided somehow.

If it was just possibly annoying a soldier? That was one thing, but this was Megatron himself. Even a subtle annoyance would be too much in Flatline's opinion. He was way too dedicated to his Lord to even feel comfortable bothering him with the smallest of burdens.

"I can see the limb upgrades being mutually beneficial, however because you are at times a literal part of my Lord? I will need you to get his approvals before I can proceed on the color schemes."

Flatline's hand lowered back down to go back to work on some of the final organizations for all the nitpicky small objects. At some points, he did pause to calculate what would be the best place to put something, but overall he seemed rather set on how he wanted things to look with limited hesitations. He was determined to get things cleaned as soon as possible.

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Fairwinds watched Flatline keep his multiple hands from becoming idle, twitching her clawed toes against his finish. Her pedes weren't anywhere near her docking points, and so long as the new builds weren't much larger than her currents specs, they wouldn't interfere at all. Thus, Megatron wouldn't much care.

The new paint job, however, was another matter.

It would, Fairwinds agreed in the privacy of her own processor, be prudent to gain her master's approval before arriving ready to dock with as festive a repaint as Flatline would oblige her with. Given his trepidation, she was guessing 'not very', and as conservative as his proposals thus far had been, she could also guess that Megatron wouldn't care overly much about that change either. She was already bright red, for Primus' sake.

But just for the sake of tap-dancing about the newbie, Fairwinds hissed an intake through the sides of her beak.

"So long as Knock Out clears the compatibility of my new toes, the body mod isn't going to be a problem. But with my shiny mesh, yeah, it's probably best I get Master to sign off on this before you get the stencil kit out."

Her crests wove about in a manner that prolonged time with the cassette would make identifiable as 'up to mischief'. She made a thoughtful sound, scratching the underside of one wing with her foot.

"I mean, even now Lord Megatron is still the defining image of the Decepticons. We've not been running the promo' material for, oooh, ages, but there's still video link orders relayed, recon' images circulated and the Autobutts are always on the lookout for frame upgrades. Master's very aware of the power of image in presence, ya dig?"

She smiled, all dente and sweetness. "So it's super-duper important you do me up all purdy, like, kay? Your very best work."

[Flatline]

If Fairwinds got it approved? And he figured out how to make an enamel paint that would work with such high amounts of flecked glitter? Flatline would have no qualms about making her a damn disco ball. It was all the issues of manufacturing such a material, and not having Megatron rip his arm off for daring to do such a thing. Alas... hopefully the modified idea would work? Where she would appear normal docked, but upon transformation could become bright and... flamboyant...?

Whatever worked...

"Thank you."

He replied this flatly when she relented and accepted that yeah... maybe asking Megatron was a good idea. He was going to hold her to that for sure. If she came back and didn’t seem convincing enough? Or asked for something TOO ridiculous? He would be apprehensive over it, questioning its legitimacy. There was a late realization though that hit him after the fact.

When the words sunk in? He paused a moment, his field radiating a bit of offended disgruntlement, before it flattened back down to normal levels, masking away how much something she had said downright IRKED him. He didn't like the idea that he had to send his projects to that hotshot doctor that probably didn't even deserve the title. His works had to be approved?! Looked over as if he were some student who didn’t know what he was doing!?

Flatline tried to shove it aside, but try as he might? His disgruntled emotions made it so that his tone of voice? Was rather pointed and stiff. He was too tired to try to hide it a hundred percent, replying to her expressed need that he tries his best.

"I would put my full attention into every project that goes under my care."

He stated dryly.

"From lowly drone to a commander, I take my work seriously, and do not settle. So you can imagine the care I would put into working for my Lord, and his most esteemed Cassette."

At the last words uttered, he reached his arm opposite of the shoulder Fairwinds was perched upon. The blunt arch of the top of one of his claws, lightly poked at her chest plate to punctuate 'Esteemed'. While he had sounded unenthused, the motion showed he wasn't just saying it to appease.

With a bored stride, he went back to work in another section of the lab.

"I am also aware of how important image is. The Aesthetic qualities can often hold just as much value as the practical. In fact, in my previous job I had to work both sides. Create something functional and practical, but with the visual appeal of something created simply to be admired. It was an... interesting challenge..."

He seemed to drift back in thought, recalling the days before the war once again. While he hated the Towerlings that demanded so much of him? He did construct some amazing things he could not but help be proud of.

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Flatline was on board with the importance of her paint job. Fairwinds made a satisfied little sound and thought to pet him with a wing, but didn't.

The scientist seemed inclined to sink back into his thoughts whilst his multiple hands occupied themselves with tidying and sorting, the actions so smooth and automatic that she suspected a cleaning neurosis. She didn't like cleaning or tidying, and if he didn't sent her back into the rafters, then likely she would find herself organising things into piles for him to polish. That didn't sound like fun. She didn't want to do that.

She did a little hop-skip off of his frame and landed noisily on the countertop, clattering away from Flatline and in the general direction of the entrance. A double-footed hop spun her neatly over some sort of microscope attachment (though really it was bizarre enough that it could have been anything), and she landed facing back to the towering mech.

"Well, you've got your welcome basket and your instructions and you know who I am. I'm gonna scoot off if there's nothing else," she announced, though was just professional enough to raise the last to the pitch of a question.


<<OOC: If you'd like to wrap the thread, then feel free to puppet Fairwinds winging out the door in your turn.>>

[Flatline]

((-salute-))

Flatline was no dog, so it was for the best Fairwinds didn’t pet him like one. While he would have swallowed his pride and not gotten angry because of it? He still may have made a bitter request of 'can you not?' or other hiss under his breath. Once he got more accustomed to her antics, he may not care as much, but for now?... ehhh... Nonetheless, this was a non issue, and Flatline focused down on his cleaning until the bird made a move.

Red optics latched down onto the tiny animal of a cassette, making sure she didn’t try to test him again by pushing something off of one of the tables. He quickly made sure that he was ready to make another dive if he had to, the cables in his frame going taunt in preparation, a faint whir of internals priming themselves to go from complete stationary, to a flurry of motion. Luckily? Instead of doing so? She simply hopped and clunked down on the other side of the evaluation device.

Flatline relaxed some at this, but not fully, he knew better than to do that just yet. Though... it did seem she was intending to leave? The thought sent a spur of joy and grievance. The joy? For the fact that she was not going to be there to harass the ever loving slag out of him any longer, NOR knock things off of his work stations. He would be able to focus on his work, and getting things prepared to help the awakened drones, and anyone else who had requests. The grievance that was there? Existed because he'd then be completely alone. He would have to try to set up a radio, or something to just have... some kind of noise for himself.

"Upon the condition I receive the blueprints back in a timely manor? Then you can expect to get your prosthetic to test out within a cycle."

A simple statement, betraying neither joy, nor sadness that she was going to make her leave. His frame did not even turn the further she got away, keeping focused down now upon wiping down the counters with the decontamination chemical rag. It was at that point there was a clatter of tiny metal panels, and he peered to the side just in time to see her depart, plunging him back into silence.

He may need to look into that... odd handheld game... maybe it had music inside its menus he could just leave on to play until he set up SOMETHING to break the silence down here. With a sigh, he turned back to his tasks at hand, dedicated to making good first impressions.