Ep. 2 - Somatosensory - (Closed)
Feb 20, 2015 23:41:10 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2015 23:41:10 GMT -5
Mirage had known of the dangers he faced in accepting Soma’s arrangement from the moment the mech laid out the terms of his proposal.
He had agreed to it, despite anticipating nothing short of condemnation in the event his off-record dealings were brought to light. He had agreed to it, knowing full well that working behind the Prime’s back and outside official parameters would be considered well beyond acceptable behavior. He had agreed to it, even though there was no guarantee that Soma would (or even could) make good on his end of the bargain. He had agreed to it, because they desperately, desperately needed the help Soma said he could provide, and Mirage was not going to let his potentially life-saving aid slip through their grasp for fear of being played for a fool, or punished for working outside the chain of command to fulfill someone’s personal agenda.
It was for these reasons and more that he had intended to keep the arrangement between himself and Soma. It was simply too important to risk on the off-chance that his efforts would be supported, and that he would not be forced to cease working with the mech, should their private dealings be made known to the rest of the outpost. The mech was, for all intents and purposes, a stranger, and despite their shared alliance, Mirage did not doubt for a moment that most mecha would find him suspect, his intentions questionable, the arrangement he proposed disagreeable.
The amount of gratitude Mirage felt towards Ratchet for completely subverting each and every one of his expectations was nearly insurmountable.
His left hand moved to his right shoulder, gripping the hand that already rested there in a brief, tight squeeze in an attempt to convey a small amount of his appreciation.
::You needn’t worry, Ratchet. As you likely noticed, I was not particularly keen on the idea of telling even you about this::
He cringed slightly, then offered Ratchet a sheepish smile in silent apology. In light of how well the medic had responded to the truth, he felt a bit bad about lying to him. Not enough to regret being cautious, however - he stood by his decision. Just because he hadn’t enjoyed making it didn’t mean it hadn’t been the right choice to make, given he had no way of knowing Ratchet would respond so favorably.
::An error in judgement, I now realize. One I will not be so readily inclined to make again::
He had agreed to it, despite anticipating nothing short of condemnation in the event his off-record dealings were brought to light. He had agreed to it, knowing full well that working behind the Prime’s back and outside official parameters would be considered well beyond acceptable behavior. He had agreed to it, even though there was no guarantee that Soma would (or even could) make good on his end of the bargain. He had agreed to it, because they desperately, desperately needed the help Soma said he could provide, and Mirage was not going to let his potentially life-saving aid slip through their grasp for fear of being played for a fool, or punished for working outside the chain of command to fulfill someone’s personal agenda.
It was for these reasons and more that he had intended to keep the arrangement between himself and Soma. It was simply too important to risk on the off-chance that his efforts would be supported, and that he would not be forced to cease working with the mech, should their private dealings be made known to the rest of the outpost. The mech was, for all intents and purposes, a stranger, and despite their shared alliance, Mirage did not doubt for a moment that most mecha would find him suspect, his intentions questionable, the arrangement he proposed disagreeable.
The amount of gratitude Mirage felt towards Ratchet for completely subverting each and every one of his expectations was nearly insurmountable.
His left hand moved to his right shoulder, gripping the hand that already rested there in a brief, tight squeeze in an attempt to convey a small amount of his appreciation.
::You needn’t worry, Ratchet. As you likely noticed, I was not particularly keen on the idea of telling even you about this::
He cringed slightly, then offered Ratchet a sheepish smile in silent apology. In light of how well the medic had responded to the truth, he felt a bit bad about lying to him. Not enough to regret being cautious, however - he stood by his decision. Just because he hadn’t enjoyed making it didn’t mean it hadn’t been the right choice to make, given he had no way of knowing Ratchet would respond so favorably.
::An error in judgement, I now realize. One I will not be so readily inclined to make again::