Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2020 17:58:17 GMT
“I never said the Autobots had a clean record.” Slice pointed out, “But when one things violent, destructive, and greedy, our faction typically is at the forefront of others thoughts.” It wasn’t so much an insult as much as it was an observation. She was still intrigued at the thought of the Decepticons trying to change their image, especially with Megatron still spearheading the group, but there was no denying their reputation had a negative connotation now. But she merely shrugged her shoulders in response towards her form, “At least I’m not a lumbering giant of a Dinobot.”
Though she inclined her head in acknowledgement. Perhaps she was being a little too blunt given who she was speaking with. “Force of habit, and unfortunately my usual personality.” She admitted, not exactly an apology but she lessened her distrustful tone for the sake of remaining out of trouble. ‘But you two are exactly much to be talking either. You’re lucky not to be rotting in a prison cell.’ She thought to herself as she followed the two towards the lift, stepping on after Soundwave who remained relatively silent. Not surprising given he always seemed the strong quiet type to begin with. So, the brief ride would offer her some chance to think about her options, but only breaking that thought process when Megatron inquired about the ship.
“Blown to bits unfortunately. The several warp jumps fried it and it blew upon entry.” She answered as they stepped off the lift towards the communication console. From Soundwave’s brisk strides she could imagine he was just as irritated as Megatron with how she responded, but said nothing on it. They could be irritated all they wanted for her vagueness, but she had her reasons for being as such. It would take time for her to open up entirely, “Its not a matter of information being top secret so much as a lack of trust. This isn’t the war anymore and I don’t exactly consider you two my superiors like I once did. I answer to my friend and leader, Thrashclaw.” She told them with neutral calmness, coming over to the console to type away before opening the channels unique to her team.
It took adjusting the signal before she could get anything that sounded remotely clear but still full of static. “Hm.” Slice lightly tapped the mic to give it a test before she spoke, “::Shred, this is Slice calling from Cybertron, do you copy?::” She inquired over the coms, going silent for a minute or two before a young feminine voice spoke. “::Slice?! You’re alive! Thank the Primes! You have to listen, I don’t have much time but you have to stay off these frequencies, just never contact Chicxulania again by normal means. We-::” The transmission stopped rather abruptly and the older raptor hissed as a high pitched static sound came from the coms before cutting off entirely. A feeling of dread came over her spark then, causing Slice’s stoic persona to fall away to alarm and concern as she tried to reconnect, “Shred? Shred! Answer me! Come on you fluff ball!” She snarled towards the end but as she got was static once again before she switched off the frequencies.
Something was horribly wrong and she could only stand there silent, clenching her fists as her mind raced with uncertainties and horrible scenarios.
Though she inclined her head in acknowledgement. Perhaps she was being a little too blunt given who she was speaking with. “Force of habit, and unfortunately my usual personality.” She admitted, not exactly an apology but she lessened her distrustful tone for the sake of remaining out of trouble. ‘But you two are exactly much to be talking either. You’re lucky not to be rotting in a prison cell.’ She thought to herself as she followed the two towards the lift, stepping on after Soundwave who remained relatively silent. Not surprising given he always seemed the strong quiet type to begin with. So, the brief ride would offer her some chance to think about her options, but only breaking that thought process when Megatron inquired about the ship.
“Blown to bits unfortunately. The several warp jumps fried it and it blew upon entry.” She answered as they stepped off the lift towards the communication console. From Soundwave’s brisk strides she could imagine he was just as irritated as Megatron with how she responded, but said nothing on it. They could be irritated all they wanted for her vagueness, but she had her reasons for being as such. It would take time for her to open up entirely, “Its not a matter of information being top secret so much as a lack of trust. This isn’t the war anymore and I don’t exactly consider you two my superiors like I once did. I answer to my friend and leader, Thrashclaw.” She told them with neutral calmness, coming over to the console to type away before opening the channels unique to her team.
It took adjusting the signal before she could get anything that sounded remotely clear but still full of static. “Hm.” Slice lightly tapped the mic to give it a test before she spoke, “::Shred, this is Slice calling from Cybertron, do you copy?::” She inquired over the coms, going silent for a minute or two before a young feminine voice spoke. “::Slice?! You’re alive! Thank the Primes! You have to listen, I don’t have much time but you have to stay off these frequencies, just never contact Chicxulania again by normal means. We-::” The transmission stopped rather abruptly and the older raptor hissed as a high pitched static sound came from the coms before cutting off entirely. A feeling of dread came over her spark then, causing Slice’s stoic persona to fall away to alarm and concern as she tried to reconnect, “Shred? Shred! Answer me! Come on you fluff ball!” She snarled towards the end but as she got was static once again before she switched off the frequencies.
Something was horribly wrong and she could only stand there silent, clenching her fists as her mind raced with uncertainties and horrible scenarios.