[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Return to the Frontlines [Open]
Oct 3, 2021 23:08:58 GMT -5
Post by Starkrieger on Oct 3, 2021 23:08:58 GMT -5
The scowl forming along Dreadwing's faceplate wasn't unexpected; obviously, one did not obtain the rank of Captain by being intimidated by uppity soldiers. His opponent stood firm, but as hostilities subsided, nothing further was required of him. Krieg would not insult him by posturing as though he had won in some way. Dreadwing hadn’t backed down, he merely chose not to escalate. He respected that.
Frag Bac… really?
Tense, his secondary wings twitched back at her attempts to provoke the Captain. Starkrieger had tested him, but he was prepared for whatever unfortunate consequences followed. Bac potentially being a target for the war mech was a complication he didn’t need. Thankfully, he continued to practice restraint, control. The threat he'd presented seemed to have passed, for the time being.
...and there was one of those ‘unfortunate consequences’.
As he hadn’t turned his back to the Captain, it was Dreadwing, rather than Starscream who would see a cool calm in his optics. Though wings lowered subtly in submission to his Lord’s will, his spark remained unbothered. Starscream's mild disapproval was a small price, if it meant ensuring his safety.
“Of course sir.” Polite, but not apologetic. There was no cause to be deceptive about his lack of regret, and he wanted to believe both officers would be smart enough not to buy it anyway.
With the exchange between the ranking mecha, Krieg’s frame further relaxed, but his processor stayed alert. There was history here, the sniping went beyond the usual strain within the chain of command. Deeper implications of events aside, he needed to decide how he would ease himself from his position between them, to allow their business to be conducted. That was when Starscream threw him. Wings angling to favor the Commander, he refrained from actually looking over his shoulder.
Was it really a good idea to leave them alone?
Krieg wasn't so sure it was wise; but, for all that he did push as it suited him, he recognized it wasn't the time. Openly questioning orders would only compromise the senior flier, and they weren't close enough to him to be affronted by this choice.
When Dreadwing moved, allowing him access to the crate, he dipped his helm in gratitude. The larger Seeker was allowed to make function difficult for him, by virtue of rank alone. That the juggernaut avoided this spoke to the quality of his character, and perhaps, hinted at a respect for order that Krieg hadn't previous perceived.
What could have convinced Dreadwing to dismiss his rightful lord to favor Megatron?
No, it went beyond that. He didn't just favor Megatron, he actively opposed Starscream.
It was something to consider later.
Without another word, he did as he’d been instructed. Brushing past Dreadwing, his proximity charged the air, the great big living mass that he was, dominating the sensory input to his array. Wings buzzed with the impulse to focus on the source, something Krieg promptly ignored, if only to maintain appearances. He'd turn his attention on the crate instead. With a few light taps, he decided the structure would survive his claws, and proceeded to bury them into its surface for a more comfortable grip.
As he crossed the distance, his optics briefly landed on Backwater, an optic ridge rising in question. Regardless of how nicely Starscream put it, he'd still issued an order. She likely intended to follow it, and if she did, he would try to beat her to the punch.
“Looking for me, were you?” Smug, knowing tones would hopefully be drowned out by their exiting the room, and the distraction of getting on with the business at hand.
Starkrieger out
Frag Bac… really?
Tense, his secondary wings twitched back at her attempts to provoke the Captain. Starkrieger had tested him, but he was prepared for whatever unfortunate consequences followed. Bac potentially being a target for the war mech was a complication he didn’t need. Thankfully, he continued to practice restraint, control. The threat he'd presented seemed to have passed, for the time being.
...and there was one of those ‘unfortunate consequences’.
As he hadn’t turned his back to the Captain, it was Dreadwing, rather than Starscream who would see a cool calm in his optics. Though wings lowered subtly in submission to his Lord’s will, his spark remained unbothered. Starscream's mild disapproval was a small price, if it meant ensuring his safety.
“Of course sir.” Polite, but not apologetic. There was no cause to be deceptive about his lack of regret, and he wanted to believe both officers would be smart enough not to buy it anyway.
With the exchange between the ranking mecha, Krieg’s frame further relaxed, but his processor stayed alert. There was history here, the sniping went beyond the usual strain within the chain of command. Deeper implications of events aside, he needed to decide how he would ease himself from his position between them, to allow their business to be conducted. That was when Starscream threw him. Wings angling to favor the Commander, he refrained from actually looking over his shoulder.
Was it really a good idea to leave them alone?
Krieg wasn't so sure it was wise; but, for all that he did push as it suited him, he recognized it wasn't the time. Openly questioning orders would only compromise the senior flier, and they weren't close enough to him to be affronted by this choice.
When Dreadwing moved, allowing him access to the crate, he dipped his helm in gratitude. The larger Seeker was allowed to make function difficult for him, by virtue of rank alone. That the juggernaut avoided this spoke to the quality of his character, and perhaps, hinted at a respect for order that Krieg hadn't previous perceived.
What could have convinced Dreadwing to dismiss his rightful lord to favor Megatron?
No, it went beyond that. He didn't just favor Megatron, he actively opposed Starscream.
It was something to consider later.
Without another word, he did as he’d been instructed. Brushing past Dreadwing, his proximity charged the air, the great big living mass that he was, dominating the sensory input to his array. Wings buzzed with the impulse to focus on the source, something Krieg promptly ignored, if only to maintain appearances. He'd turn his attention on the crate instead. With a few light taps, he decided the structure would survive his claws, and proceeded to bury them into its surface for a more comfortable grip.
As he crossed the distance, his optics briefly landed on Backwater, an optic ridge rising in question. Regardless of how nicely Starscream put it, he'd still issued an order. She likely intended to follow it, and if she did, he would try to beat her to the punch.
“Looking for me, were you?” Smug, knowing tones would hopefully be drowned out by their exiting the room, and the distraction of getting on with the business at hand.
Starkrieger out