Ep 2 - "Refuge" - Closed
Nov 20, 2014 18:24:39 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2014 18:24:39 GMT -5
<<Set end of Day 1, Week 1; Ravage and Soundwave.>>
Fairwinds was stood outside Soundwave's quarters with her head pressed into the door. She hadn't knocked or comm.ed, or done anything to suggest that she wanted to come in. That she hadn't just happened to choose this spot to stand with her head against a vertical surface and have a long, hard think.
Which she was, really. Megatron's lecture was still ringing in her audios, her tank was full of unpleasant squirmy feelings, and she wasn't in the mood for doing any of the things that usually cheered her up after a sound bollocking from her Carrier. Surprising to most, this degree of 'bollocked' didn't happen often. Starscream torqued the Decepticon Lord off on a highly regular basis compared to her. And usually it wasn't as though she didn't deserve a telling off, a readjustment of her perceptions and a reminder of her place.
The thing was: she hadn't expected it this time. Truly.
It had started out well enough. Megatron had gotten back from his meeting with the command staff and roused her. Fairwinds had been all happy and relieved to have her Master back to his usual self, and had gone along with his instruction to sit on the desk. When he'd inquired in that extremely soft, extremely serious tone about her recent 'treachery' and 'supplying intelligence to the enemy', she'd blinked rather stupidly at him. Then said that it'd been his idea.
That hadn't gone down particularly well.
Fairwinds fidgeted against the door, scraping the top of her head in a semicircle against the metal. Megatron snapped at her occasionally, in brief bursts, but he'd really laid into her after that. Reminding her in turn that he'd been relieved of command; that she'd acted outside of her pathetic authority; that she should have demonstrated a micron of sense and consulted one of the command staff whom weren't on entirely necessary medical leave before acting.
Then he'd told her to get out and Fairwinds had fled.
That had been an hour ago. She'd spent the last twenty minutes with the TiC's door, because she needed to lay low and get advice and figure out how to worm her way back into his mercy and her docking ports.
Exhaling mightily, Fairwinds reset her optics and thunked her helm solidly against the door. It was as good as a knock. The occupants doubtless had known she was out here from the start. She couldn't conceive of how many surveillance devices Soundwave would have positioned around his own front door.
Fairwinds was stood outside Soundwave's quarters with her head pressed into the door. She hadn't knocked or comm.ed, or done anything to suggest that she wanted to come in. That she hadn't just happened to choose this spot to stand with her head against a vertical surface and have a long, hard think.
Which she was, really. Megatron's lecture was still ringing in her audios, her tank was full of unpleasant squirmy feelings, and she wasn't in the mood for doing any of the things that usually cheered her up after a sound bollocking from her Carrier. Surprising to most, this degree of 'bollocked' didn't happen often. Starscream torqued the Decepticon Lord off on a highly regular basis compared to her. And usually it wasn't as though she didn't deserve a telling off, a readjustment of her perceptions and a reminder of her place.
The thing was: she hadn't expected it this time. Truly.
It had started out well enough. Megatron had gotten back from his meeting with the command staff and roused her. Fairwinds had been all happy and relieved to have her Master back to his usual self, and had gone along with his instruction to sit on the desk. When he'd inquired in that extremely soft, extremely serious tone about her recent 'treachery' and 'supplying intelligence to the enemy', she'd blinked rather stupidly at him. Then said that it'd been his idea.
That hadn't gone down particularly well.
Fairwinds fidgeted against the door, scraping the top of her head in a semicircle against the metal. Megatron snapped at her occasionally, in brief bursts, but he'd really laid into her after that. Reminding her in turn that he'd been relieved of command; that she'd acted outside of her pathetic authority; that she should have demonstrated a micron of sense and consulted one of the command staff whom weren't on entirely necessary medical leave before acting.
Then he'd told her to get out and Fairwinds had fled.
That had been an hour ago. She'd spent the last twenty minutes with the TiC's door, because she needed to lay low and get advice and figure out how to worm her way back into his mercy and her docking ports.
Exhaling mightily, Fairwinds reset her optics and thunked her helm solidly against the door. It was as good as a knock. The occupants doubtless had known she was out here from the start. She couldn't conceive of how many surveillance devices Soundwave would have positioned around his own front door.