[ti]Flashback[/ti]Cause Lost, Hope Lost {Closed-Optimus Prime}
Mar 2, 2018 1:32:55 GMT -5
Post by Optimus Prime on Mar 2, 2018 1:32:55 GMT -5
"I try my best to aid any with whatever I am able-"
The Prime did not turn to look back down at Xero while he said these initial words, his gaze focused ahead while he lead them down the hallway. Whether the femme noticed or not, the pathway would seem to grow more out of the way the longer they progressed, the ragged exterior of doors and scuffed up hallways, clearing out to more well kept corridors that did not see as much foot traffic. It is there that Optimus' stride slowed to a stop, his frame angling to now face the large doorway that arched above to their side.
Ceremony and rank, status and privilege... it did not suit Optimus well in his core. He did not feel it necessary to have an extravagant area to call his own, when others have to work out of smaller offices, scrabbling for space. Sometimes even that was out of his control however, individuals constructing larger spaces more suited for 'The Prime', or gifting him the most secured point to make sure an infiltration has one heck of a hard time even trying to get to him. It is that sort of foresight by the builders, that landed him with such a large doorway, the slide away door replaced by a more extravagant spiraling lock with heavier plating.
"-That said, I do not believe that you addressed my inquiry."
Not accusatory, cyan optics glanced down in her direction, before he took a step towards the door, the spiraling metal sliding aside with a snarled hiss as if sensing his presence, not needing a key code or other security. When the doorway slid aside, it revealed a larger office area, which was rather hollowly put together. While it had extravagance in the notion of space, with a larger desk area and nicer arrangements, it was scarce and plain. No personal affairs, no true decoration to stand it out from others. It could almost seem sterile in a way, the desk holding an inbuilt monitor and terminal, and a few myriads of datapads that were stacked up neatly to the side. Two chairs were settled in front of the desk, a generic size that could accommodate some of the larger generals if needed, though potentially dwarf the smaller individuals within.
"I can assign you a new team, should you feel able to do such a thing, but you mustn't make the choice out of obligation."
Low thrums of footfalls carried the large Cybertronian past the doorway, illumination from inbuilt lighting powering on a second later after sensing someone's arrival. It flooded the area outright, further outlining how clean and almost empty it appeared.
"I can just as easily appoint you under another's diligent watch."
There was a pause as he reached the other side of the room, preparing to move around the desk so that he could pull open files if needed. He did not move all the way however, turning to make sure Xero was still following.
"That is, if you wish to even work the front lines still. I can just as easy find roles for you elsewhere."
Freedom.
Xero was being gifted opportunity to seek a relatively quiet existence in this war, or one to bite back at the forces that wronged her and continued to tear apart this world.
The Prime did not turn to look back down at Xero while he said these initial words, his gaze focused ahead while he lead them down the hallway. Whether the femme noticed or not, the pathway would seem to grow more out of the way the longer they progressed, the ragged exterior of doors and scuffed up hallways, clearing out to more well kept corridors that did not see as much foot traffic. It is there that Optimus' stride slowed to a stop, his frame angling to now face the large doorway that arched above to their side.
Ceremony and rank, status and privilege... it did not suit Optimus well in his core. He did not feel it necessary to have an extravagant area to call his own, when others have to work out of smaller offices, scrabbling for space. Sometimes even that was out of his control however, individuals constructing larger spaces more suited for 'The Prime', or gifting him the most secured point to make sure an infiltration has one heck of a hard time even trying to get to him. It is that sort of foresight by the builders, that landed him with such a large doorway, the slide away door replaced by a more extravagant spiraling lock with heavier plating.
"-That said, I do not believe that you addressed my inquiry."
Not accusatory, cyan optics glanced down in her direction, before he took a step towards the door, the spiraling metal sliding aside with a snarled hiss as if sensing his presence, not needing a key code or other security. When the doorway slid aside, it revealed a larger office area, which was rather hollowly put together. While it had extravagance in the notion of space, with a larger desk area and nicer arrangements, it was scarce and plain. No personal affairs, no true decoration to stand it out from others. It could almost seem sterile in a way, the desk holding an inbuilt monitor and terminal, and a few myriads of datapads that were stacked up neatly to the side. Two chairs were settled in front of the desk, a generic size that could accommodate some of the larger generals if needed, though potentially dwarf the smaller individuals within.
"I can assign you a new team, should you feel able to do such a thing, but you mustn't make the choice out of obligation."
Low thrums of footfalls carried the large Cybertronian past the doorway, illumination from inbuilt lighting powering on a second later after sensing someone's arrival. It flooded the area outright, further outlining how clean and almost empty it appeared.
"I can just as easily appoint you under another's diligent watch."
There was a pause as he reached the other side of the room, preparing to move around the desk so that he could pull open files if needed. He did not move all the way however, turning to make sure Xero was still following.
"That is, if you wish to even work the front lines still. I can just as easy find roles for you elsewhere."
Freedom.
Xero was being gifted opportunity to seek a relatively quiet existence in this war, or one to bite back at the forces that wronged her and continued to tear apart this world.