[ti]Ep 2[/ti]Between the Lines [Sparkplug]
May 18, 2018 23:02:23 GMT -5
Post by Soundwave on May 18, 2018 23:02:23 GMT -5
At Sparkplug's praise, the Eradicon's wings flicked up slightly, pleased to get a bit more than a 'good, now go away' response that was typically put into play. Despite this however, he did not directly respond again, or show any other level of being anything but a soldier to order, his helm dipping and fist rising onto his chest into a sort of salute. Once this action was done to the two Cybertronians, he would turn and depart, aiming to get back to his post in the Warship and get back to task.
The work that followed after the trooper's departure was as meticulous as ever, with an air of speed attached to it that did not cross the threshold of becoming sloppy.
That was such an easy thing for individuals to do. To be so caught up in the excitement of the moment, or the fact they know exactly what to do, that they start fumbling over steps because their processor is locked down three steps ahead of their current location. While Sparkplug was surging ahead, and it was a bit tricky to keep tabs on every tiny action with upmost detail, it was apparent she was taking things step by step, the prime evidence being how she took the time to even bundle the cables to manage them and organize it properly in its innards. She worked clean, and efficiently, and would be rather valuable to set to any number of tasks that could be milled up... that is if the final outcome performed according to plan.
As the femme moved back from the gun and started to make her way out to the thin platform, Soundwave eased away from the wall, and stepped out into the path himself so that she did not have to try to squeeze past his larger frame that was blocking her exit. Out into the open air again, he made a couple careful steps forward, before halting in his advance to turn his helm enough to keep a metaphorical eye upon her own advancement. As with previously, he was ready at a moment's notice should she start to lose her balance and fall, though as of yet it didn’t seem to be an immediate concern as she was being rather careful.
At her comments about needing to do a test shot, Soundave turned that much further so that more of the blank visor was directly visible. A short blip, and a 'V' like checkmark appeared in green, to mark that he had indeed heard her over the rushing winds and the growl of the warship, before he turned and continued to walk aside. While he trusted that her work was good, risks were unnecessary and a good clearance was a must should the entire thing simply explode and send shrapnel out from the hole like an oversized shotgun. With this in mind he walked all the way over to the thin ladder, one hand reaching up to grab the far rail before turning about to see what the femme would do next.
Soundwave's black screen immediately lit up. Controls, directions... the warship's main systems tried to communicate with the gun remotely as if it were an actual battle situation. It tested the new connections, working through the fresh keys and doing cursory 'handshakes' as the entire gun started to growl with life again, though did not progress... at least not until Sparkplug was comfortably clear and gave an A-OK.
The work that followed after the trooper's departure was as meticulous as ever, with an air of speed attached to it that did not cross the threshold of becoming sloppy.
That was such an easy thing for individuals to do. To be so caught up in the excitement of the moment, or the fact they know exactly what to do, that they start fumbling over steps because their processor is locked down three steps ahead of their current location. While Sparkplug was surging ahead, and it was a bit tricky to keep tabs on every tiny action with upmost detail, it was apparent she was taking things step by step, the prime evidence being how she took the time to even bundle the cables to manage them and organize it properly in its innards. She worked clean, and efficiently, and would be rather valuable to set to any number of tasks that could be milled up... that is if the final outcome performed according to plan.
As the femme moved back from the gun and started to make her way out to the thin platform, Soundwave eased away from the wall, and stepped out into the path himself so that she did not have to try to squeeze past his larger frame that was blocking her exit. Out into the open air again, he made a couple careful steps forward, before halting in his advance to turn his helm enough to keep a metaphorical eye upon her own advancement. As with previously, he was ready at a moment's notice should she start to lose her balance and fall, though as of yet it didn’t seem to be an immediate concern as she was being rather careful.
At her comments about needing to do a test shot, Soundave turned that much further so that more of the blank visor was directly visible. A short blip, and a 'V' like checkmark appeared in green, to mark that he had indeed heard her over the rushing winds and the growl of the warship, before he turned and continued to walk aside. While he trusted that her work was good, risks were unnecessary and a good clearance was a must should the entire thing simply explode and send shrapnel out from the hole like an oversized shotgun. With this in mind he walked all the way over to the thin ladder, one hand reaching up to grab the far rail before turning about to see what the femme would do next.
Soundwave's black screen immediately lit up. Controls, directions... the warship's main systems tried to communicate with the gun remotely as if it were an actual battle situation. It tested the new connections, working through the fresh keys and doing cursory 'handshakes' as the entire gun started to growl with life again, though did not progress... at least not until Sparkplug was comfortably clear and gave an A-OK.