by eldritch » Mon Mar 09, 2009 3:51 am
Briefing Room
Time: just before Megatron's entrance
Mixmaster perked up from his slight slouch when he realized Blitz had accused him of stealing a trophy from someone who could likely decimate him in the right circumstances.
"Where'd the head... come from?" He did remember, maybe getting it from someone with many of them, but his memory circuits weren't always working in proper order. It might have been Skywarpbut at the same time, it might have been Skywarp's training equipment, not a trophy of his... Very perplexing. "No clue. Probably from whoever painted a human organic on my arm plating when I was in stasis..."
He trailed off when he noticed the tactician losing his cool for a moment by increasing his volume level. Mix wondered to himself if this is a new tactic. When missions became mentioned though, the 'con had started to laugh a bit. "Mission? Heh. I can't get anything worse than what I got now." A constructor like him wasn't prime material for stealth missions. He wasn't a seeker. His main task since first bouncing to the planet was 'the janitor'. Otherwise, he did not seem completely phased. He was not the best fighter, but he had a hard head. Instead of worrying about what the cannon do, he was more concerned on how to take it apart and to see what he could make out of it.
Even the comment on his ability as a chemist seemed to go straight past him. He seemed to be spacing out.
Briefing room
time: At Megatron's arrival
When the doors began to open, he stood at attention as the supreme commander walked into the room, keeping his gaze to him, trained as he listened for commands, and did no falter when looked upon. Mix did wonder what Megatron had meant. They hadn't been on the planet so long the Autobots had already started supplying the fleshlings with weapons, had they? Mix really needed to finish calibrating his chronological sensors.
When asked for comments, the constructor couldn't think of a thing at all to say at first. The only thing he might be good for, could be melting walls. He was a chemist, not a stealth specialist. He wodnered what any of them could do without alerting the entire planet of their presence. If anything bad happened in a military sector, wouldn't a large section of the planet know? Though he did remember that one time they had an alien visit on Cybertron, and were asked to keep it secret. Maybe the military here would be the same way, trying to cover something up to keep panic from breaking out.
Though, if some were kept alive... it would be the easiest way to cover it up if that was right. The 'con was no genius, but it was worth a mention. "Maybe if their government has our technology... and not every human knows, they are trying to cover us up. If no survivors are left, then many will be left wondering what happened, and then they will have to have answers. But if you leave some, they tell the ones keeping us a secret, and maybe they will cover it up." He nodded twice, then cocked his head to the side as he tried to figure out what he just said. He suddenly had himself a few stressed servos.