[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Subterfuge (Javelin, Windshield)
Feb 9, 2021 15:31:09 GMT -5
Post by Windshield on Feb 9, 2021 15:31:09 GMT -5
"You think me a to be a spy for keeping my bases covered?"
Windshield shook his head with a snort, amused rather than offended.
"I'd be an idiot not to record every event and every word for posterity. You yourself don't believe me on account of my past allegiances. My words alone will never convince anybody, least of all you. Proof is always required. After all, I am just another untrustworthy Decepticon to you, ain't I?"
He explained calmly with his optics narrowed. Javelin's closeness did not seem to unnerve the sable-coated mech, nor the tension she tried to create. In a lot of ways, he had the air of a person who has been threatened before, who has been menaced before, beaten before, and most importantly—survived it all. She said or did nothing that phased him or reached his remote, forlorn spark.
"You might think that is not very Autobot-like of me, but I wonder how much of an Autobot you are to threaten me with death in broad moonlight. Prime would be disappointed in both of us—and in one of us more than the other."
A subtle thought occurred to Windshield. He did not voice it but made sure to keep a mental note for later. It took a while until he spoke again, and before he realized it, Javelin was already urging him to the road ahead.
"Ah, sorry. I just had a minor epiphany, nothing more."
Suddenly, the sound of transformation interrupted that odd discomfort of it all, as if they've suddenly transitioned from one reality to another. From a world of conflict and callous thoughts to one where Windshield was none the wiser of Javelin's true nature. But only just. The moment he folded into a vehicle, he did not spontaneously forget everything.
He knew now what she was.
And that was that. He was more than happy to play nice from now on. His engine began to whirl with a certain melody, suggesting that it was time to move onto the road. But just before he headed out, Windshield said one last thing.
"Oh! And there was one more thing. It wasn't me who put Carbine under lock and key, and it sure as hell wasn't me who decided he was a loon."
Of course, he wasn't the one to decide that. Windshield did not judge people based on sanity. In fact, he considered a certain lack of it to be healthy in this day and age. Indeed, Javelin was right to consider Windshield a poor judge of character.
Optimus however...
Well, he'd leave her alone for a brief few moments with those thoughts as he rolled off towards the highway.
Windshield shook his head with a snort, amused rather than offended.
"I'd be an idiot not to record every event and every word for posterity. You yourself don't believe me on account of my past allegiances. My words alone will never convince anybody, least of all you. Proof is always required. After all, I am just another untrustworthy Decepticon to you, ain't I?"
He explained calmly with his optics narrowed. Javelin's closeness did not seem to unnerve the sable-coated mech, nor the tension she tried to create. In a lot of ways, he had the air of a person who has been threatened before, who has been menaced before, beaten before, and most importantly—survived it all. She said or did nothing that phased him or reached his remote, forlorn spark.
"You might think that is not very Autobot-like of me, but I wonder how much of an Autobot you are to threaten me with death in broad moonlight. Prime would be disappointed in both of us—and in one of us more than the other."
A subtle thought occurred to Windshield. He did not voice it but made sure to keep a mental note for later. It took a while until he spoke again, and before he realized it, Javelin was already urging him to the road ahead.
"Ah, sorry. I just had a minor epiphany, nothing more."
Suddenly, the sound of transformation interrupted that odd discomfort of it all, as if they've suddenly transitioned from one reality to another. From a world of conflict and callous thoughts to one where Windshield was none the wiser of Javelin's true nature. But only just. The moment he folded into a vehicle, he did not spontaneously forget everything.
He knew now what she was.
And that was that. He was more than happy to play nice from now on. His engine began to whirl with a certain melody, suggesting that it was time to move onto the road. But just before he headed out, Windshield said one last thing.
"Oh! And there was one more thing. It wasn't me who put Carbine under lock and key, and it sure as hell wasn't me who decided he was a loon."
Of course, he wasn't the one to decide that. Windshield did not judge people based on sanity. In fact, he considered a certain lack of it to be healthy in this day and age. Indeed, Javelin was right to consider Windshield a poor judge of character.
Optimus however...
Well, he'd leave her alone for a brief few moments with those thoughts as he rolled off towards the highway.