[ti]Ep 3[/ti]The Second Circle (Closed | Pipette )
Nov 28, 2020 16:43:53 GMT -5
Post by Starkrieger on Nov 28, 2020 16:43:53 GMT -5
He supposed he understood the logic of it, and yet it seemed wrong. The Seeker didn't just value his optics for his flight, the ability to perceive the world around him wasn't only about his calling to defend his people. It was a basic part of function, something all Cybertronians should have rights to. Was that not the reason for a soldier to put his spark on the line, for the benefit of the function of the people?
"Mmm", the sound was issued with an undertone of dissatisfaction, but lacked the bite of anger. Fighting for the freedom of the downtrodden indeed. A lack of resources was one thing, but to so casually limit her value to her usefulness... was it any different then how the council had been?
At least, his near faux pas hadn't derailed their conversation. He couldn't detect underlying fear or uncertainty. In fact, to his surprise, she claimed his servo. Tipping his head to the side, an optic brow raised, but said nothing, and offered no resistance. He merely watched the way her fingers brushed his digits and palm. As she explored, they flexed beneath her inquisitive touches. Optics dimming, Krieg reflected on the respective sizes, hers so easy to entrap with his own. His claws could rend hers, tear through the joints, even mutilate the solid structures with little effort. It, like her, was small, delicate, and had no obvious hope should he turn hostile. Similar to her, it rested easily, showing no concern for the difference in strength between them. Once her curiosity was sated, he embraced a brief moment of silence, but removed his touch. The sounds of fine mechanisms shifting softly betrayed his alerions adjusting, as he slipped into a silent debate with himself.
"I'll bear that in mind, but you didn't miss anything exciting. Just some off color remark." He waved it off as inconsequential, his tone light and dismissive. Krieg enjoyed the game, but that's all most of it was, warranting no regret for opportunities that could be seize at a later date. Coming to a decision, his wings rustled, as he adjusted them to lean back, setting his left servo behind him for support. He decided to be bold, moving to brush his free claw tentatively along her lower backstrut. A subtle warning, before he attempting to hook it around her waist to encourage her close. He was immune to the cold, both the dry void of space, and humidity laden atmosphere, but he knew grounders were rarely so blessed. The low chill of the night would still allowed heat to escape from his plating, if she took the invitation to settle against his chassis. Either way, he would continue the conversation, either removing his servo, or wrapping the free arm loosely around her frame.
"Perhaps Pipchen you should consider, some scientists have leverage their worth. Officially or unofficially, one with your skill set can find a means to barter product or services ." His voice was firm, but offhanded. It wasn't a tactic he would employ, as his purpose obligated him in ways hers did not. It was her battle to fight, or to avoid, and he had no trade to ply to earn favor on her behalf. "If your sight troubles you, you might consult the medic. At least, given his level of expertise, you can be sure repair isn't an option at this time... It wouldn't hurt if he first perceived you as someone who is useful to him. " It was always a benefit to be on a high ranking medic's good side, though he surmised Knock Out didn't have a bad one, not to the optics anyway. Certainly he wouldn't have objected to getting a more personal tour of the mech's prized finish. It was a shame he didn't think Pipette was yet ready to mutually objectify their comrades, curious as he was to see where her tastes might lie.
"Mmm", the sound was issued with an undertone of dissatisfaction, but lacked the bite of anger. Fighting for the freedom of the downtrodden indeed. A lack of resources was one thing, but to so casually limit her value to her usefulness... was it any different then how the council had been?
At least, his near faux pas hadn't derailed their conversation. He couldn't detect underlying fear or uncertainty. In fact, to his surprise, she claimed his servo. Tipping his head to the side, an optic brow raised, but said nothing, and offered no resistance. He merely watched the way her fingers brushed his digits and palm. As she explored, they flexed beneath her inquisitive touches. Optics dimming, Krieg reflected on the respective sizes, hers so easy to entrap with his own. His claws could rend hers, tear through the joints, even mutilate the solid structures with little effort. It, like her, was small, delicate, and had no obvious hope should he turn hostile. Similar to her, it rested easily, showing no concern for the difference in strength between them. Once her curiosity was sated, he embraced a brief moment of silence, but removed his touch. The sounds of fine mechanisms shifting softly betrayed his alerions adjusting, as he slipped into a silent debate with himself.
"I'll bear that in mind, but you didn't miss anything exciting. Just some off color remark." He waved it off as inconsequential, his tone light and dismissive. Krieg enjoyed the game, but that's all most of it was, warranting no regret for opportunities that could be seize at a later date. Coming to a decision, his wings rustled, as he adjusted them to lean back, setting his left servo behind him for support. He decided to be bold, moving to brush his free claw tentatively along her lower backstrut. A subtle warning, before he attempting to hook it around her waist to encourage her close. He was immune to the cold, both the dry void of space, and humidity laden atmosphere, but he knew grounders were rarely so blessed. The low chill of the night would still allowed heat to escape from his plating, if she took the invitation to settle against his chassis. Either way, he would continue the conversation, either removing his servo, or wrapping the free arm loosely around her frame.
"Perhaps Pipchen you should consider, some scientists have leverage their worth. Officially or unofficially, one with your skill set can find a means to barter product or services ." His voice was firm, but offhanded. It wasn't a tactic he would employ, as his purpose obligated him in ways hers did not. It was her battle to fight, or to avoid, and he had no trade to ply to earn favor on her behalf. "If your sight troubles you, you might consult the medic. At least, given his level of expertise, you can be sure repair isn't an option at this time... It wouldn't hurt if he first perceived you as someone who is useful to him. " It was always a benefit to be on a high ranking medic's good side, though he surmised Knock Out didn't have a bad one, not to the optics anyway. Certainly he wouldn't have objected to getting a more personal tour of the mech's prized finish. It was a shame he didn't think Pipette was yet ready to mutually objectify their comrades, curious as he was to see where her tastes might lie.