[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Now K.I.S.S.
Dec 1, 2023 21:24:19 GMT -5
Post by Starkrieger on Dec 1, 2023 21:24:19 GMT -5
Episode 3| Week 3| Day 7 - mid day
Location: Pipette's lab (off shoot of Shockwave's lab)
A slight change of plans had been in order.
Down the dreary tunnels of dark ridge, splashes of glowing color might be distinguished from the harsh, utilitarian lights that lined their current base. The red that was oh so common in Decepticon optics, and a paler blue, a small cube of energon. It wasn’t really the proper grade for the rations of the mech that carried it. But, the dispenser didn't seem to be coded to be worried about someone taking less (either in quantity or quality) than what they were due.
The black and white Seeker was hardly concerned, as he confidently clomped through the halls, as it wasn’t intended for him…. Well, perhaps he was a little concerned, the intentional clicking of a sturdy heel used to give him a sound to focus on, to ignore the tight, underground space he was cursed to occupy.
It would get better soon.
Many would have been afraid to go anywhere near the place he intended, but as far as the Seeker knew, the source of that terror was currently away. Besides, he wasn’t one to worry about such things. So long as he didn’t do anything wrong, said source could go frag themselves.
Rolling his right shoulder, the discomfort there reminded him of exactly why his plans had to be altered. While fixed, the injury from the prior night’s encounter with a brightly colored pitspawn of a femme was still lodging complaints in his processor. Well, it was no matter. Thanks to Second Rate (and his expert medical techniques), he was fine, suffering only from being a sparkling over it.
“Little Rivet”, he might have purred, if not for the playful tease, as Starkrieger called out. Just as he passed the entrance into her lab (which had taken a bit of plying from a Vehicon to get proper directions to), the single cube was held out, balanced on the flat undersides of his splayed claws. “Time for a break?” He didn’t venture far into the lab interior, wary of the possibility that he might cause some disruption, or harm her equipment. Though his mastery of the space around him was impeccable, the delicacy of scientific and mechanical objects made him less sure. It would too costly for him to risk this being a rare occasion in which he accidentally knocked into something.
Location: Pipette's lab (off shoot of Shockwave's lab)
A slight change of plans had been in order.
Down the dreary tunnels of dark ridge, splashes of glowing color might be distinguished from the harsh, utilitarian lights that lined their current base. The red that was oh so common in Decepticon optics, and a paler blue, a small cube of energon. It wasn’t really the proper grade for the rations of the mech that carried it. But, the dispenser didn't seem to be coded to be worried about someone taking less (either in quantity or quality) than what they were due.
The black and white Seeker was hardly concerned, as he confidently clomped through the halls, as it wasn’t intended for him…. Well, perhaps he was a little concerned, the intentional clicking of a sturdy heel used to give him a sound to focus on, to ignore the tight, underground space he was cursed to occupy.
It would get better soon.
Many would have been afraid to go anywhere near the place he intended, but as far as the Seeker knew, the source of that terror was currently away. Besides, he wasn’t one to worry about such things. So long as he didn’t do anything wrong, said source could go frag themselves.
Rolling his right shoulder, the discomfort there reminded him of exactly why his plans had to be altered. While fixed, the injury from the prior night’s encounter with a brightly colored pitspawn of a femme was still lodging complaints in his processor. Well, it was no matter. Thanks to Second Rate (and his expert medical techniques), he was fine, suffering only from being a sparkling over it.
“Little Rivet”, he might have purred, if not for the playful tease, as Starkrieger called out. Just as he passed the entrance into her lab (which had taken a bit of plying from a Vehicon to get proper directions to), the single cube was held out, balanced on the flat undersides of his splayed claws. “Time for a break?” He didn’t venture far into the lab interior, wary of the possibility that he might cause some disruption, or harm her equipment. Though his mastery of the space around him was impeccable, the delicacy of scientific and mechanical objects made him less sure. It would too costly for him to risk this being a rare occasion in which he accidentally knocked into something.