Ep 2 : Deus Ex Machina [OPEN]
Nov 12, 2014 0:21:04 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2014 0:21:04 GMT -5
Ultra warmed internally at Optimus's words. While Ultra was by no means a menace or a tyrant, he seemed to have a bad reputation. Perhaps not an overtly negative one, but one of enough severity to make compliments in his direction hard to come by. Something about Optimus's words of reassurance were genuine and important to him, most likely due to the fact that he knew Optimus would not simply throw around such words without meaning them. That had never been the Prime's way, after all.
Already, he was planning the next few days around the vast amount of information he needed to learn. The schedule he was forming in his mind left large chunks of time for the research he inevitably needed to do, but also left in windows for him to patrol the base and perhaps.. Socialize. While socialization wasn't really a thing for Ultra Magnus, he should probably get acquainted with the team that made up this outpost. Respect would be something the Magnus would immediately demand, but he was not naive enough to expect it without proof of merit or otherwise a solid rapport to build such respect off of.
His thoughts of socialization ended at Optimus's words. At ease? But this was a war zone! These were times of conflict. He couldn't just.. will himself to be at ease. He cast a stern glance in Optimus's direction, not scolding the Prime, but more so communicating that they both knew it was simply not in his nature to be so- easy- so soon-
Ultra jumped at the clang that echoed through the hall, a lurching movement of his torso that rose him up on the tips of his pedes. As if he could see out the door and down the hallway (which he couldn't), Ultra shifted his weight, leaning to peer past Optimus. It was as if Ultra was expecting whoever had made such a loud noise to come and apologize, but after a few seconds, it became clear that it wasn't going to happen that way. Apparently, that yell of 'It wasn't me!' was supposed to be a sufficient replacement for a proper apology.
He was tempted to step away from the conversation to check and make sure that whatever had been dropped was actually in the process of being cleaned up.
Ratchet's words pulled him back to the conversation, settling back on the base of his pedes heavily. His eye twitched at Ratchet's description. Not the whole optic, but a slight fluctuation of the lower ridge of his left eye, a physical reaction to the mention of the word 'disorderly'. He hadn't meant to be so expressive, but the combination of the momentary distraction and the topic of conversation allowed the action to slip past his typically blank expression. He reigned in his thoughts, gaze going to Ratchet as he spoke.
"Spirit alone does not make for a true army."
The words came on a sigh, a verbal communication of how he wished to be rubbing at his temples right now, but his servos remained on his hips. He lifted an optic ridge at the mention of shock therapy, laughing internally, though his expression did not change.
"Perhaps the personality clash that will surely ensue will be akin to shock therapy, Doctor. Optimus Prime, I suppose then, you may be asking me to... go easy on them?"
Already, he was planning the next few days around the vast amount of information he needed to learn. The schedule he was forming in his mind left large chunks of time for the research he inevitably needed to do, but also left in windows for him to patrol the base and perhaps.. Socialize. While socialization wasn't really a thing for Ultra Magnus, he should probably get acquainted with the team that made up this outpost. Respect would be something the Magnus would immediately demand, but he was not naive enough to expect it without proof of merit or otherwise a solid rapport to build such respect off of.
His thoughts of socialization ended at Optimus's words. At ease? But this was a war zone! These were times of conflict. He couldn't just.. will himself to be at ease. He cast a stern glance in Optimus's direction, not scolding the Prime, but more so communicating that they both knew it was simply not in his nature to be so- easy- so soon-
Ultra jumped at the clang that echoed through the hall, a lurching movement of his torso that rose him up on the tips of his pedes. As if he could see out the door and down the hallway (which he couldn't), Ultra shifted his weight, leaning to peer past Optimus. It was as if Ultra was expecting whoever had made such a loud noise to come and apologize, but after a few seconds, it became clear that it wasn't going to happen that way. Apparently, that yell of 'It wasn't me!' was supposed to be a sufficient replacement for a proper apology.
He was tempted to step away from the conversation to check and make sure that whatever had been dropped was actually in the process of being cleaned up.
Ratchet's words pulled him back to the conversation, settling back on the base of his pedes heavily. His eye twitched at Ratchet's description. Not the whole optic, but a slight fluctuation of the lower ridge of his left eye, a physical reaction to the mention of the word 'disorderly'. He hadn't meant to be so expressive, but the combination of the momentary distraction and the topic of conversation allowed the action to slip past his typically blank expression. He reigned in his thoughts, gaze going to Ratchet as he spoke.
"Spirit alone does not make for a true army."
The words came on a sigh, a verbal communication of how he wished to be rubbing at his temples right now, but his servos remained on his hips. He lifted an optic ridge at the mention of shock therapy, laughing internally, though his expression did not change.
"Perhaps the personality clash that will surely ensue will be akin to shock therapy, Doctor. Optimus Prime, I suppose then, you may be asking me to... go easy on them?"