[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]Chasing shadows (Open)
May 15, 2020 17:29:03 GMT -5
Post by Javelin on May 15, 2020 17:29:03 GMT -5
Javelin kept pace with Red Alert, as much as possible as they moved towards the hangar, listening to the things Red wasn’t saying as much as the things he was.
She was unaware she was being scrutinized as much as she was, not being the sort to find fault in simple questions and the like. Javelin was by no means what the humans called a “Polly Anna”, but understood the seriousness of Red’s job. And appreciated that he took it seriously. Whether he wanted to or not.
“You can’t be that bad to work under,” she replied, stepping into the hangar slightly behind him, letting him take the lead, “I mean, yes, you’d expect things to be done right, according to standard operating procedure, and you’d want things done to your satisfaction, not theirs. But that’s to be expected. You don’t want lax security. I sure as hell don’t.”
Javelin gave a faint shrug, as if to say it was just her opinion, and she wasn’t involved in security in any manner anyway.
Nodding as he spoke again, Javelin allowed herself to sink down neatly into her alt-form. Her gears and pistons were hushed, subdued for the most part compared to others, though not completely silent, and would still be obvious to any humans in the area. Giving herself a second or two to adjust, to make sure her scanners were on and working, she neatly pulled in behind Red Alert, letting him lead the way out onto the runway.
::I don’t think pushing the speed limit would be a problem,:: she comm’d to him, ::If anything, it seems most humans tend to go over. Hanging back too much just draws the attention to the police. Makes you look guilty, sticking to even the mundane laws so as not to draw attention.::
She fell silent for a second, just following behind, taking in the surroundings, committing them to memory. Javelin hadn’t been at Omega for long, and was still getting her bearings. Underneath, her tired hummed softly on the ground.
::So...ok, tell me the truth, Red Alert. Is MECH really as much of a threat as they say? I don’t mean do they have the capability to take us out....that’s obvious. I mean...what, are they cruising around constantly looking for one of us to off? Are we to be completely on high alert every second we’re outside? Do they have any...ah...patterns? They only hit at night, or....anything we can use to be safer?::
Javelin’s side mirrors shifted faintly as she scanned the area nearby, a force of habit that had kept her alive this long, checking for hidden Decepticons.
She was unaware she was being scrutinized as much as she was, not being the sort to find fault in simple questions and the like. Javelin was by no means what the humans called a “Polly Anna”, but understood the seriousness of Red’s job. And appreciated that he took it seriously. Whether he wanted to or not.
“You can’t be that bad to work under,” she replied, stepping into the hangar slightly behind him, letting him take the lead, “I mean, yes, you’d expect things to be done right, according to standard operating procedure, and you’d want things done to your satisfaction, not theirs. But that’s to be expected. You don’t want lax security. I sure as hell don’t.”
Javelin gave a faint shrug, as if to say it was just her opinion, and she wasn’t involved in security in any manner anyway.
Nodding as he spoke again, Javelin allowed herself to sink down neatly into her alt-form. Her gears and pistons were hushed, subdued for the most part compared to others, though not completely silent, and would still be obvious to any humans in the area. Giving herself a second or two to adjust, to make sure her scanners were on and working, she neatly pulled in behind Red Alert, letting him lead the way out onto the runway.
::I don’t think pushing the speed limit would be a problem,:: she comm’d to him, ::If anything, it seems most humans tend to go over. Hanging back too much just draws the attention to the police. Makes you look guilty, sticking to even the mundane laws so as not to draw attention.::
She fell silent for a second, just following behind, taking in the surroundings, committing them to memory. Javelin hadn’t been at Omega for long, and was still getting her bearings. Underneath, her tired hummed softly on the ground.
::So...ok, tell me the truth, Red Alert. Is MECH really as much of a threat as they say? I don’t mean do they have the capability to take us out....that’s obvious. I mean...what, are they cruising around constantly looking for one of us to off? Are we to be completely on high alert every second we’re outside? Do they have any...ah...patterns? They only hit at night, or....anything we can use to be safer?::
Javelin’s side mirrors shifted faintly as she scanned the area nearby, a force of habit that had kept her alive this long, checking for hidden Decepticons.