[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]Uncovering Secrets - [Closed]
Jan 21, 2017 0:10:04 GMT -5
Post by Soundwave on Jan 21, 2017 0:10:04 GMT -5
Episode 2 | Week 3 | Day 2
No matter how long a mission he would send the drone out on, it always felt odd being without Laserbeak. The small Cassette acted as a great part of Soundwave's front armor, and incorporated seamlessly into his torso. If an individual did not realize he was a Carrier frame type for some reason, they could mistake the avian for just being a part of him. It is because of this, when it was gone, he felt particularly exposed. Black armor, streaked in magenta bio-lights, a large missing portion of his chest. It didn’t seem to outwardly bother the Cybertronian however, the silent mech continuing on his task after he had deployed the bird without issue.
Starscream was up to something, but the level of trouble it could cause had yet to be revealed. It could be a small minor affront meant to gain some small upper hand later on, or it could be the start or middle of some elaborate plan that was snaking underneath his jaw around the base. The situation was hard to judge on surface value, since the seeker had become rather skilled at lying. While the navy mech KNEW there were lies in place, he couldn't tell the severity of them from the cursory meeting, but he did garner some information to pass forward.
A pass that would be made more convenient by happenstance.
Ravage was in the Warship at this time, something not exactly planned upon, but it worked in his favor. Soundwave could use this to get the question he asked answered in person, and impart more data to the other individual with far more ease than through comm systems. While the two could communicate fluidly through the intangible data sheets and implied statements, there was a certain something to be gained by posture and mannerisms that added a new layer to everything.
It was a means of communicating he preferred, and he valued it that much more when it was with someone he could actually trust, trust being something that was few and far between. Frankly... Soundwave could count the amount of people he could honestly trust on one hand, which was extra bleak considering he didn't have a full set of five fingers to begin with. Cassettes were excluded of course, if they were a Cassette under his care, then they were a part of him.
A gradual stride was taking Soundwave down one of the many halls in the Nemesis, his initial goal being the bridge so that he could get back to work and not miss out on any new developments. This goal was sidetracked once he got confirmation Ravage was indeed nearby however, his stride diverting seamlessly to allow him to walk towards one of the other storage areas within the Nemesis. Such rooms were peppered about here or there, the basics needed for everyday rank and file scattered about so that you wouldn't have to run across the entire ship to find a pen for a datapad. They more often than not were left alone, and could make for convenient places to converse.
Many had the same plan; Soundwave had heard his fair share of Vehicons gossiping in such places thinking they were alone, forgetting how many portions were monitored by the silent mech. As with many things however, they were brushed aside, forgotten as something of no importance unless it ever reared up in the future for one reason or another.
A hiss, a slide of doors opening and closing, the dark plated mech entered into the room that was not too different from the one he cornered Starscream in just minutes prior. It was of moderate size, with a myriad of shelving units that held containers and bins for miscellaneous tools and components that were churned through with regular day to day wear. The shelves towered on either side a few rows deep, stretching up to the ceiling that loomed high above to utilize the space in full, with a few streaks of inbuilt lighting that zigzagged like veins through the Cybertronian structure. The illumination was modest, casting over everything to make their labels visible and clear, without searing bright to waste electricity that could be better suited elsewhere.
Soundwave walked to the middle of this area, before he slowed to a halt, waiting patiently for his summons to be answered.
No matter how long a mission he would send the drone out on, it always felt odd being without Laserbeak. The small Cassette acted as a great part of Soundwave's front armor, and incorporated seamlessly into his torso. If an individual did not realize he was a Carrier frame type for some reason, they could mistake the avian for just being a part of him. It is because of this, when it was gone, he felt particularly exposed. Black armor, streaked in magenta bio-lights, a large missing portion of his chest. It didn’t seem to outwardly bother the Cybertronian however, the silent mech continuing on his task after he had deployed the bird without issue.
Starscream was up to something, but the level of trouble it could cause had yet to be revealed. It could be a small minor affront meant to gain some small upper hand later on, or it could be the start or middle of some elaborate plan that was snaking underneath his jaw around the base. The situation was hard to judge on surface value, since the seeker had become rather skilled at lying. While the navy mech KNEW there were lies in place, he couldn't tell the severity of them from the cursory meeting, but he did garner some information to pass forward.
A pass that would be made more convenient by happenstance.
Ravage was in the Warship at this time, something not exactly planned upon, but it worked in his favor. Soundwave could use this to get the question he asked answered in person, and impart more data to the other individual with far more ease than through comm systems. While the two could communicate fluidly through the intangible data sheets and implied statements, there was a certain something to be gained by posture and mannerisms that added a new layer to everything.
It was a means of communicating he preferred, and he valued it that much more when it was with someone he could actually trust, trust being something that was few and far between. Frankly... Soundwave could count the amount of people he could honestly trust on one hand, which was extra bleak considering he didn't have a full set of five fingers to begin with. Cassettes were excluded of course, if they were a Cassette under his care, then they were a part of him.
A gradual stride was taking Soundwave down one of the many halls in the Nemesis, his initial goal being the bridge so that he could get back to work and not miss out on any new developments. This goal was sidetracked once he got confirmation Ravage was indeed nearby however, his stride diverting seamlessly to allow him to walk towards one of the other storage areas within the Nemesis. Such rooms were peppered about here or there, the basics needed for everyday rank and file scattered about so that you wouldn't have to run across the entire ship to find a pen for a datapad. They more often than not were left alone, and could make for convenient places to converse.
Many had the same plan; Soundwave had heard his fair share of Vehicons gossiping in such places thinking they were alone, forgetting how many portions were monitored by the silent mech. As with many things however, they were brushed aside, forgotten as something of no importance unless it ever reared up in the future for one reason or another.
A hiss, a slide of doors opening and closing, the dark plated mech entered into the room that was not too different from the one he cornered Starscream in just minutes prior. It was of moderate size, with a myriad of shelving units that held containers and bins for miscellaneous tools and components that were churned through with regular day to day wear. The shelves towered on either side a few rows deep, stretching up to the ceiling that loomed high above to utilize the space in full, with a few streaks of inbuilt lighting that zigzagged like veins through the Cybertronian structure. The illumination was modest, casting over everything to make their labels visible and clear, without searing bright to waste electricity that could be better suited elsewhere.
Soundwave walked to the middle of this area, before he slowed to a halt, waiting patiently for his summons to be answered.