[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Overdue [Open]
Mar 13, 2020 16:11:57 GMT -5
Post by Soundwave on Mar 13, 2020 16:11:57 GMT -5
The quick 'hmph' in response to being told to go to the Medical Bay was not lost on Soundwave. The subtle noise, a sort of scoff of some type... was she displeased she didn't receive a more eloquent response? Perhaps her ego and bluntness wished for him to lavish praise and acceptance to her pitched goals? Then there was some sort of laughter, and should Soundwave have eyes of his own that peered up upon the oddity, he would have narrowed them into a calm half lidded look of disapproval that seemed to radiate for much of this encounter.
As the two Cybertronians joined as one passed his right, Soundwave's helm did not as much as turn to watch their departure at first. Static, calm, intent to stare ahead in the Control Room at the series of systems where he would soon be attending in a few minutes... It was only when their gait slowed, a small stall in their step that he reacted accordingly.
Smoothly the faceless void of a faceplate turned to look upon the duo, not peering directly, more of a sideways glance, though they were both quite readily still within his line of sight. He wondered if they would have the forethought to inquire where said Medical Bay was, Blackridge quite a bit different than the Nemesis both in structure and appearance. Yet, no such question was asked.
The lull in silence was suffocating, 'eye' contact held through the entire time. Soundwave was not about to relent in this, the quiet basically demanding they move on, or realize speaking up was probably a good idea. One could argue Soundwave was testing them, challenging to see if they realized and thought ahead enough to inquire, or if they would be too apprehensive to burden him further. In reality there was no ulterior motive of the sort, just a mild annoyance and feeling of 'they will figure out out'.
Fools.
As they departed, Soundwave's attention would shift forward again and his body eased into movement. With ever calm strides he returned to his post, elongated forwards raising to place fingertips upon the keyboard. Soft clicking would ring out in their wake as a work order was promptly launched out to the CMO.
As the two Cybertronians joined as one passed his right, Soundwave's helm did not as much as turn to watch their departure at first. Static, calm, intent to stare ahead in the Control Room at the series of systems where he would soon be attending in a few minutes... It was only when their gait slowed, a small stall in their step that he reacted accordingly.
Smoothly the faceless void of a faceplate turned to look upon the duo, not peering directly, more of a sideways glance, though they were both quite readily still within his line of sight. He wondered if they would have the forethought to inquire where said Medical Bay was, Blackridge quite a bit different than the Nemesis both in structure and appearance. Yet, no such question was asked.
The lull in silence was suffocating, 'eye' contact held through the entire time. Soundwave was not about to relent in this, the quiet basically demanding they move on, or realize speaking up was probably a good idea. One could argue Soundwave was testing them, challenging to see if they realized and thought ahead enough to inquire, or if they would be too apprehensive to burden him further. In reality there was no ulterior motive of the sort, just a mild annoyance and feeling of 'they will figure out out'.
Fools.
As they departed, Soundwave's attention would shift forward again and his body eased into movement. With ever calm strides he returned to his post, elongated forwards raising to place fingertips upon the keyboard. Soft clicking would ring out in their wake as a work order was promptly launched out to the CMO.