[ti]Ep 2[/ti]All the King's Horses (closed)
Jul 5, 2019 21:21:31 GMT -5
Post by Starscream on Jul 5, 2019 21:21:31 GMT -5
Starscream couldn’t help but shift his gaze to Vega’s leg as she stretched it into a new position. He’d seen the state she’d been in when she’d first arrived on the planet, and knew how gnarly the wound had been. While it’d been patched up now by Knock Out, it probably still ached - deep injuries like that always did, especially how long she’d been without any kind of medical aid. As long as it didn’t affect her flying, it did not matter though.
“Uncouth? Mm. I believe it. If our good Doctor spent more of his time actually doing his work rather than idle gossip and throwing petty insults, I’m sure you’d be further along in your recovery.”
A gentle tsk. Knock Out worked hard, considering he was the only Medic here on the Nemesis to see countless Vehicons and other Decepticons - but his time was not spent wisely. But as long as the job got done and he did not fall behind, there would be no issue - and so far, so good.
His gaze moved back to the datapad, lingering some while he tried to think of where to move next. She’d made a defensive move - almost shielding her King with the Queen. His King was open, exposed - he’d pulled his ‘troops’ forward in a rush, whereas she still had a good defensive foundation in place.
Had he been too eager in his movements? Rushed forward too quickly?
Mm.
Another pause. Another quiet hum, a hesitation - before a long clawed digit slid across the screen of the datapad. Moving his Bishop backward - from H6 to E3. A tactical retreat, pulling back the piece to give his King a little extra defense. His optics narrowed some, squinting at the small screen - almost like he was second-guessing the move. But there was no going back now, and he’d offer the datapad back to her.
“Uncouth? Mm. I believe it. If our good Doctor spent more of his time actually doing his work rather than idle gossip and throwing petty insults, I’m sure you’d be further along in your recovery.”
A gentle tsk. Knock Out worked hard, considering he was the only Medic here on the Nemesis to see countless Vehicons and other Decepticons - but his time was not spent wisely. But as long as the job got done and he did not fall behind, there would be no issue - and so far, so good.
His gaze moved back to the datapad, lingering some while he tried to think of where to move next. She’d made a defensive move - almost shielding her King with the Queen. His King was open, exposed - he’d pulled his ‘troops’ forward in a rush, whereas she still had a good defensive foundation in place.
Had he been too eager in his movements? Rushed forward too quickly?
Mm.
Another pause. Another quiet hum, a hesitation - before a long clawed digit slid across the screen of the datapad. Moving his Bishop backward - from H6 to E3. A tactical retreat, pulling back the piece to give his King a little extra defense. His optics narrowed some, squinting at the small screen - almost like he was second-guessing the move. But there was no going back now, and he’d offer the datapad back to her.