by Smokescreen85 » Sat May 11, 2013 8:01 pm
- Motto: ""A look can be deceiving; a touch can be lethal.""
- Weapon: Twin Shoulder-Mounted Rocket Launchers
Mess Hall
Smokescreen chuckled at Tracer’s assertion that she would return from the Allspark and haunt him if the energon substitute ended up killing her. He smiled and looked back across the table at her. “Well, if everything you’ve gone through thus far hasn’t killed you, I highly doubt this sludge will. Heh.” The rallybot then watched as the troubled femme cautiously drank some of the purple liquid. Her subsequent words echoed his own. The stuff was tolerable. No more, no less. “Yes, I agree. Tolerable is the word I would choose to describe it, as well.”
The red and blue racer then picked up his glass again and took another sip of the synthesized energon, consuming a little bit more than he did the first time. Smokescreen found himself liking it better now, but it still didn’t come close to the texture and taste of the real deal. Unfortunately, it was all that they had so the rallybot and his female companion might as well get used to it. Even Razr decided to jump up into Tracer’s lap and have a drink, daring to down more than either of the Autobots. However, the small turbofox found it to be less than pleasant to his taste receptors. The pet’s reaction caused Smokey to let out a guffaw that echoed throughout the mess hall, drawing the unwanted attention of some of the other patrons. As a result, the diversion expert covered his mouth in order to stifle his laughter.
“I guess Razr has better taste than either you or I, huh?” Smokescreen suggested with a smile still spread wide across his faceplate. It was then that Tracer noticed the arrival of a new Autobot to the mess hall, one she did not recognize having been cooped up on the Guardian for so long. Smokey glanced back over his shoulder and saw that the mech in question was Mirage, the aristocrat turned reluctant Autobot. The rallybot quickly returned his attention to the troubled femme. “Oh, that’s just Mirage. He was stationed with me on the Ark-19 before the Dinobots stole it, of course. He’s our resident spy, an expert in counter-intelligence.”
Grasping her hand with his own, Smokescreen leaned across the table towards Tracer, keeping his voice to a whisper so that only she could hear him. “You know, word is that he's never really fully embraced the Autobot cause and as such many think he’s a Decepticon sympathizer. I know Bluestreak has that opinion of him, but it’s all just conjecture, and I don’t want to spread any rumors. Regardless, Mirage is a bit of a loner and thinks he’s better than the rest of us. He can act like a real jerk at times, sorta like Prowl only without the rank or logic. It’s better to avoid him. He’ll only bring you down with his arrogance.”
Letting go of her hand, the rallybot leaned back once more and took another swig of his drink, downing it in a single gulp before replacing the now half-empty glass onto the table. Smokescreen then cast a concerned look over at Tracer, who appeared uneasy with Mirage in the room. “If you don’t want to stay here anymore, we can go. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable. That’s the last thing I want for you.”
Science Lab / Corridors
Wheeljack watched as Perceptor made his way towards the door, wanting to get the armature constructed sooner rather than later. The sniper’s impatient glare was almost like lasers cutting down every mech in the room. “I agree, Perceptor. We’ve wasted enough time talking. Let’s get the parts we need and return here quickly. Jetfire, you can come with us or remain here and prepare an area of the lab for us to build the Cybertronian framework. I leave that decision up to you.” With a smile spread across his exposed faceplate, the mechanical engineer turned his attention over to the weapons specialist, who had just suggested that they utilize a central hub for the proposed ground bridge. “That’s an excellent idea, Ironfist. You and Blaster keep working on it while Percy and I head for the storage facility to locate the parts we need.”
The Autobot inventor then turned and made his way past Perceptor towards the exit. As the doors parted, Wheeljack entered the corridor beyond, sparing a glance back to see if the scientist-turned-sniper was following behind him. As he rounded a corner, the engineer peered over at his companion with an apologetic expression. “You know, Perceptor, I’m sorry if I upset you back there. It was certainly not my intention to do so. Magnus can be a real stickler for following rules and regulations to the letter. It’s just in his programming. He means well, and at least we’re able to test the new ore without risking anyone’s spark in the process.”
Wheeljack fell silent and they continued onward towards the 22‘s primary storage facility. Stopping near a turbo lift, the mechanical engineer turned to look at Perceptor. “I already know that I don’t have what we need in my lab, so I’m just going to focus on getting the parts in the storage room down on Deck 4. However, if we want to also include a fully functioning circulatory system we may have to check the med bay for the appropriate energon conduits and pivots. If you want to look there while I go down to storage, we can kill two birds with one stone as the humans would say. Sound good?”