[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]Moving Out [Optimus]
Dec 12, 2019 19:15:59 GMT -5
Post by Windshield on Dec 12, 2019 19:15:59 GMT -5
While Windshield certainly had the capacity to act in such a careless, disrespectful manner, he had more self-control than some other bots when it came to his less appealing tendencies. In fact, the whole way through, he made sure the Autobot commander had ample space to maneuver on the road.
But on the subject of Soundwave, that much was true. Windshield’s accomplishments paled in comparison to the history Optimus and the Spymaster shared. After all, he rarely interacted with anybody even approaching his status before their kind dwindled into near-extinction.
To say Windshield’s connections to Decepticon Intelligence were greatly overexaggerated would be very accurate. Mechs like the new Autobot counted legions back on the old world. They fell between the cracks, and the data concerning them was always never fully complete. Sometimes this was intentional, but more often than not, it was the lack of deeds to go by. The question was, which one was Windshield? One well-accomplished and well hidden, or one who had no claims to his name?
“The ark business was a mess. They sent a reconnaissance bot to do a saboteur’s job,” Windshield explained with a hint of annoyance and discomfort. The tone plainly indicated that he was very unhappy with how his superiors decided to act in the situation, and that if they had listened to his counsel, perhaps the outcome could be different. Simply put, he was somewhat bitter about it.
“But hey, lucky for us now, I guess. Who knew where you’d be if I was any good at it.”
This was a not so subtle insinuation that Windshield was not actually very good in his field. Though it was masked behind humor, and immediately followed by an awkward chuckle, it seemed as though he wasn’t comfortable with his skills, or how he applied them in that particular situation. Ever the perfectionist, Windshield’s standards were too high even for himself.
With those words spoken via comms, Windshield slowed down a little, waiting for the Prime to turn. When the truck swerved left, he sped up in the same direction perhaps a little too much, somewhat throwing his course off until he adjusted properly to the new direction. With turning, breaking, and acceleration handled, the mech finally felt comfy in his new steel-belted radials.