Ep 1.5 It's On Again (Pyrotech and Roulette/closed) Oct 12, 2014 22:54:12 GMT -5
Post by Pyrotech on Oct 12, 2014 22:54:12 GMT -5
Pyrotech had been waiting patiently as Roulette approached.
Inwardly, the architect was on edge.
Pyrotech had been simply utterly surprised when he'd been contacted. He had been away from most of command for so long, sent to places that no one in their right mind wanted to be stationed at. All he'd had was his own hands, a drive to properly finish the projects they set him on. Well, he'd had a motley crew of fools, idiots, and those with functions so useless they made his jaw clench just thinking about it. Pest control. Shell recycling. A blasted metallurgist who hadn't actually been able to use his scanners to any use on Earth. Fighters that couldn't hit the broad side of a tower. Backstabbers who got caught.
This wasn't a discussion about a placement, though.
Shockwave had contacted him directly about an architectural project.
The only time in all these eons he'd ever seen the imposing Decepticon Head of Science was in passing. That particularly hadn't been a shining moment. Not when he'd been standing there in contained disgust, his chest plate sluced in regurgitation from a disorientated medic. Charming.
There had been minimal details, but that was normal among the rank and file, and certainly acceptable over long distance. The fact that he'd sent his proxy told Pyrotech that this was not a casual glance at a blueprint to verify something. This was far more than that.
She was a pretty femme, too. Shorter than the courier, of course, but-- solid. Her curves were feminine, her black paint soft matte, tapped with grey and purple. It suited her. Even under the hazing of the road dirt she was obviously well maintained, with a lovely flare to her hip and a elegance to her frame that Pyrotech had to admire.
At her polite salute, he smiled. Surprisingly, he actually offered up a small, courteous bow in return to her before he straightened.
Roulette's remark gave him pause though. He eyed her for a moment, as if not sure how to respond, but finally a soft chuckle escaped him. "I have been to far worse places myself under the orders of command," he agreed with her, his soft accent touching every word. "It is how it goes, I'm afraid."
A glance around the barren landscape, and then his crimson optics rested back on Roulette. A pleasant, slightly tired smile crossed his handsome features. "I think it is best if we go inside to continue this discussion, though."