Ep.2 - I am Become Death(Closed) - Soundwave+ Flatline+ Rota
Dec 1, 2015 0:21:07 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2015 0:21:07 GMT -5
Week 4, Day 2
It was good to be sociable and helpful. Soundwave kept telling himself that.
Though not exactly knowledge he'd share regularly (or at all) the Decepticon 3IC did not enjoy casual socializing. Oh, he worked well enough with his peers among the senior command. His liege lord was always a welcome puzzle, and in the rare occasion when Starscream forewent treachery long enough to let his keen intellect shine through, he could be nothing short of fascinating. But overall, Soundwave found the vast majority of Cybertronians very stressful. Half of them marked his silence as a challenge, and the other half as an invitation. Not that he minded them spilling whatever unguarded data they spewed out when they confused silent with deaf, but still.
This latest bit of truce-enforced socialization, however, was inescapable. He was the foremost communications expert planet-side; it would be nothing short of churlish to refuse to provide that expertise to their joint efforts against MECH, even if it meant he had no graceful way to bow out of finalizing calibrations to the joint station settled upon the DMZ.
He pre-set the ground-bridge coordinates and waited for authorization before triggering it. At no point in time would he allow that particular bit of safety to become lax, at least not while he were on the bridge of the 'Nemesis'. As much as it protected the DMZ from receiving unauthorized guests, Soundwave never forgot that a bridge worked in two directions; he had no intention of finding the 'Nemesis' breached from that direction. After receiving permission, he stepped into the swirling light-vortex, lost in brief, but critical thoughts.
He had to admit it rankled him; he'd considered, and discarded, the tactical advantage of bugging the joint station machines. For one, the consequences of such tampering being discovered were far, far beyond the value of any information he could glean from it; for another, he expected the Autobots would be nothing if not forthcoming... inasmuch as they could be. Secrets would be kept, of course; that was the way of things. But not nearly as many, he rather thought, as the Decepticons were likely to be keeping.
He was also honest enough to admit a share of his vexation was just new-system-irritation. He'd spent so very long getting used to the systems of the Decepticon warship; he had digital shortcuts, backdoors, booby-traps everywhere. He had come to know every glyph, every pattern, every software twitch. To start anew, even with this humble and piecemeal setting, was... annoying.
But unavoidable.
He stepped out of the ground-bridge onto the receiving area of the DMZ, already moving with his usual, long-limbed gait, making a bee-line for the comptroller room. One quick mental note told him Flatline was currently filling that position for his faction - a good mech, solid enough, perhaps a little nervy, but then again he was working with Shockwave. That tended to make anyone jumpy sooner rather than later.
As for the Autobots... who was this Rotary?
Well, time to find out. He sent the briefest ping to the system, hoping it would be calibrated enough to at least tell the joint comptrollers of his arrival, job and approach, but who knew. Without breaking stride, he stepped into the room.
It was good to be sociable and helpful. Soundwave kept telling himself that.
Though not exactly knowledge he'd share regularly (or at all) the Decepticon 3IC did not enjoy casual socializing. Oh, he worked well enough with his peers among the senior command. His liege lord was always a welcome puzzle, and in the rare occasion when Starscream forewent treachery long enough to let his keen intellect shine through, he could be nothing short of fascinating. But overall, Soundwave found the vast majority of Cybertronians very stressful. Half of them marked his silence as a challenge, and the other half as an invitation. Not that he minded them spilling whatever unguarded data they spewed out when they confused silent with deaf, but still.
This latest bit of truce-enforced socialization, however, was inescapable. He was the foremost communications expert planet-side; it would be nothing short of churlish to refuse to provide that expertise to their joint efforts against MECH, even if it meant he had no graceful way to bow out of finalizing calibrations to the joint station settled upon the DMZ.
He pre-set the ground-bridge coordinates and waited for authorization before triggering it. At no point in time would he allow that particular bit of safety to become lax, at least not while he were on the bridge of the 'Nemesis'. As much as it protected the DMZ from receiving unauthorized guests, Soundwave never forgot that a bridge worked in two directions; he had no intention of finding the 'Nemesis' breached from that direction. After receiving permission, he stepped into the swirling light-vortex, lost in brief, but critical thoughts.
He had to admit it rankled him; he'd considered, and discarded, the tactical advantage of bugging the joint station machines. For one, the consequences of such tampering being discovered were far, far beyond the value of any information he could glean from it; for another, he expected the Autobots would be nothing if not forthcoming... inasmuch as they could be. Secrets would be kept, of course; that was the way of things. But not nearly as many, he rather thought, as the Decepticons were likely to be keeping.
He was also honest enough to admit a share of his vexation was just new-system-irritation. He'd spent so very long getting used to the systems of the Decepticon warship; he had digital shortcuts, backdoors, booby-traps everywhere. He had come to know every glyph, every pattern, every software twitch. To start anew, even with this humble and piecemeal setting, was... annoying.
But unavoidable.
He stepped out of the ground-bridge onto the receiving area of the DMZ, already moving with his usual, long-limbed gait, making a bee-line for the comptroller room. One quick mental note told him Flatline was currently filling that position for his faction - a good mech, solid enough, perhaps a little nervy, but then again he was working with Shockwave. That tended to make anyone jumpy sooner rather than later.
As for the Autobots... who was this Rotary?
Well, time to find out. He sent the briefest ping to the system, hoping it would be calibrated enough to at least tell the joint comptrollers of his arrival, job and approach, but who knew. Without breaking stride, he stepped into the room.