Ep. 2 - Enduring the Storm - [Closed]
Dec 4, 2015 20:47:58 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2015 20:47:58 GMT -5
Optimus' suggestion, as innocent as it was, made Red Alert cringe. If he had a nose, it would have curled with distaste at the very idea of holding a meeting. Alas, he had no such appendage, and as such he had to settle for conveying his displeasure through a grimace, the sort of face-twisting expression one would expect to find on someone who just discovered they had stepped in something unpleasant.
"Holding a meeting would require talking to people." Judging by how unfavorable his tone was, it was safe to say he didn't think very positively about that particular activity.
"I'll settle for sending out a memo, thank you very much."
It would be better for everyone that way: Red Alert, because it would spare him the headache and the exhausting task of actually having to deal with other sentient beings, and everyone else because they would not have to run the risk of being glared to death for asking questions Red Alert found particularly dim and self-explanatory.
Glancing back at his datapad, the workaholic security directer set about finishing up his review of the report he had started when Optimus spoke up once more. Sighing, sounding none too happy about being interrupted from his work, he dragged his optics up from the screen and brought them back to the Prime. Optimus was lucky Red Alert considered him a friend (one of very, very few mecha who could say the same), or else he would have been snapped at by now.
"A strategic diversion?" He asked flatly, raising a brow. "Sounds like another way of saying a distraction from work."
He's on to you, Optimus.
"Holding a meeting would require talking to people." Judging by how unfavorable his tone was, it was safe to say he didn't think very positively about that particular activity.
"I'll settle for sending out a memo, thank you very much."
It would be better for everyone that way: Red Alert, because it would spare him the headache and the exhausting task of actually having to deal with other sentient beings, and everyone else because they would not have to run the risk of being glared to death for asking questions Red Alert found particularly dim and self-explanatory.
Glancing back at his datapad, the workaholic security directer set about finishing up his review of the report he had started when Optimus spoke up once more. Sighing, sounding none too happy about being interrupted from his work, he dragged his optics up from the screen and brought them back to the Prime. Optimus was lucky Red Alert considered him a friend (one of very, very few mecha who could say the same), or else he would have been snapped at by now.
"A strategic diversion?" He asked flatly, raising a brow. "Sounds like another way of saying a distraction from work."
He's on to you, Optimus.