| At the Border | |
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| Date of Scene: | 12 October 2018 |
| Location: | Polyhex |
| Synopsis: | Lieutenant stops in Polyhex for a few things before leaving on Prowl's mission. Unfortunately, he can't take the security heli back to Iacon with him. |
| Cast of Characters: | Lieutenant, Rotorstorm |
- Lieutenant has posed:
Before Lieutenant left on his mission for Prowl, he had some packing up to do. Merely picking up a few items in the bordered Polyhex before, hopefully, taking off soon. There's still hustle and bustle through the area which is hell to play against his seismic sense. He's not as in control of the twitching as he'd like to be.
Bag in arm with items from Prowl, and a couple of his own additions, Lieutenant begins wrapping up his brief trip in the Torus State.
- Rotorstorm has posed:
Back on border duty, Rotorstorm has his optics on anything and anyone near the city limits. Mechs he doesn't know receive special interest, obviously, because they could be Up To Something, andd so when a particular large green flier tries to leave the city limits, Rotors takes it upon himself to check the guy over.
"Whoa, whoa, hey there! You got some things to claim?" Rotorstorm sliiides in front of the stranger, looking up at a very freckled face. "You'll need to check in with a border checkpoint first."
- Lieutenant has posed:
Border patrol. He doesn't have an issue with this, especially since he doesn't have anything to hide. Unless Lieutenant is told to pull everything out of his subspace. Then the situation might escalate. "I do," the mech answers promptly, offering his bag to security, "You may check it over."
Inside will mostly be electronic do-dads (used for building some technical items), some various energon cubes, datapads, and first-aid supplies. Lieutenant doesn't have much.
- Rotorstorm has posed:
Well, considering the mech has an Autobot brand on his chassis, Rotorstorm has no need to dig too far into Lieutenant's business. If he'd been neutral, well...well, that doesn't matter, right now.
Rotorstorm rifles through Lieutenant's bag, then hands it back, an easy grin curling his lip. "Looks like you're set," he says. "Got somewhere important to go, huh?" Okay so he's painfully curious. And higher ranked than this Lieu. He wants to know!
- Lieutenant has posed:
Lieutenant is of a higher rank than Rotorstorm, but he'd rather not be a pain to boarder security. He would like to be able to be let back into Polyhex in the future. "Of sorts," he answers, dropping his bag into his subspace, "Importance to the war, perhaps, but not so much myself."
- Rotorstorm has posed:
Don't burst his bubble, Lieutenant; Rotorstorm often finds it hard to believe when nerds rank higher than he does. Unless it's Prowl. "If it's important for the war, shouldn't that mean it's important to you?" he asks, cocking his helm, visor ridge warping upward on one side as he grins. "We're kind of fighting for our lives, here."
- Lieutenant has posed:
His facade cracks as his audio fins lower back, fluttering sheepishly. "I- Apologies, I did not intend for this to sound as though doing something for the war is not important-! It is, of course." Lieutenant replies rather quickly, not meaning any disrespect, "I- I could have phrased that clearer. Not so much myself being that it is not somewhere I would have chosen to go, given the opportunity." Please hit him, he's rambling. Professionals don't ramble.
- Rotorstorm has posed:
"Wow, you crack fast!" Rotorstorm snorts, putting his hands on his hips, rotors twitching behind him. "Easy, easy, no need to apologize - though I have to ask, what've you got against Polyhex?" He probably shouldn't be teasing this mech, especially when Lieutenant's already proven to have a pretty nervous disposition, but border patrol is boring when nobody's trying to kill you, so he's glad for the distraction.
- Lieutenant has posed:
Crack fast. Prowl would be disappointed in him if he knew how quickly he broke. Lieutenant internally chastises himself for it. Held at gunpoint by Decepticons, no problem. Conversing with an Autobot, a problem. His fins still keep low, although out of shame rather than just sheepish. "There is nothing against Polyhex. It is not a bad state to come to when one is able to." When it's not being attacked. Then again, that goes for every city.
- Rotorstorm has posed:
Rotorstorm watches those fins, and almost starts to feel bad. The mech looks like somebody just kicked his turbopup. "It's got its perks," he agrees, shifting his stance, cocking a hip as he puts more of his weight on one leg. "So what special business do you have here? Unless it's classified...which means you definitely should tell me. I'm like, the most important patrol officer here." Not true, but Lieutenant doesn't need to know that.
- Lieutenant has posed:
"Most important officer?" Lieutenant parrots, lifting one fin up, looking over the mech. "What would be your name and rank in that case?" He still wouldn't be able to tell boarder security about it. There's no correlation between security and what he does. "Captain of the Wall, perhaps?"
- Rotorstorm has posed:
That gets a laugh out of him, before Rotorstorm corrects, "More like General of the Wall! Captain of the Wall, though....I kinda like that. It'd be a promotion for sure." Even as he contemplates it, he feels a familiar cold lump forming in his tanks. I could never be a Captain...what if I was a bad leader? What if I got 'formers under my charge killed? What if--
Forcing back the fear, Rotorstorm's grin ratchets up a notch. "Maybe I'll ask the higher ups about it."
- Lieutenant has posed:
So he didn't get the mech's name or rank. Lieutenant can only assume then that he's outranking him. Whomever he is. "Feel free to do so, if that is your desire." Maybe the responsibility won't be as heavy at the boarder. A naive thought really.
- Rotorstorm has posed:
"I might just. I'd make a fantastic Wall Captain." Rotorstorm beams, then the smile slips a bit, as it only just then sinks in that Lieutenant had actually been asking him a question. "Rotorstorm, by the way. That's my designation." He pretends to forget Lieutenant asked his rank; he doesn't want to give it first in case he really does rank lower. "And yours? Or should I just call you Spots?" He gently nudges his elbow against Lieutenant's arm, the tease clear in his voice.
- Lieutenant has posed:
"Rotorstorm." he repeats to feel out the sound of it. A small yelp escapes at the nudge. While he is getting a little better at adapting, interactions still startle him. He places a hand over his badge, "Lieutenant is preferable." As Spots it weirdly making him self conscious. He is covered heavily in freckles after all. He could cover them up.
- Rotorstorm has posed:
"That's it." Rotorstorm shoots Lieutenant a pair of fingerguns, then drops his hands with an incredulous laugh. "Lieutenant? Is that your name, or your rank? Or both?" Hopefully it's not rank, because then he'd be way above Rotorstorm, and he just can't believe this freckled stick is that far above him. "Well, whatever the case, Lieutenant it is! Or Spots. Or Lewey, I kinda like that one."
- Lieutenant has posed:
"Name, that is all." Thank Primes it's not both. He might have eternal hatred for whomever would give him such a rank. A burning fury that would last through the ages. However, Lieutenant does squint at the nickname Rotor picks for him, "Lewey? Sounds childish."
- Rotorstorm has posed:
Rotorstorm lets out a relieved whuff of air, then realizes that might be taken the wrong way, and hastily moves on. "I think you mean it sounds fun. Lewey it is! Unless you like Spots better?" He smirks up at Lieutenant, wiggling his visor ridge. He'll probably never see this 'former again, except for maybe when Lieutenant is leaving the city. Still, a nickname has been chosen.
- Lieutenant has posed:
Lieutenant makes a bit of a face. He's not really a 'fun' sort of person. Rotorstorm seems like he wound be, but the avian himself? No. "Lewey is the lesser of two evils, I suppose..." he reluctantly answers. Some mechs just like nicknames for some reason. Besides, he too doubts he'd see this mech again so he probably will not have to hear the nickname ever again.
- Rotorstorm has posed:
"Fantastic." Rotorstorm gives Lieutenant a companionable clap on the shoulder, then steps aside. More 'formers are coming into the city, and he can't hang out with Lieutenant all day; he does still have a job to do. "Well, good luck on your mission, whatever it is you're doing. Feel free to look me up on your way out, I'd love to hear how it went." His visor flickers, a rapid shuttering of light that's clearly meant to be a wink.
- Lieutenant has posed:
Lieutenant flinches a bit more sharply at the clap this time, but holds in the verbal reaction. "And you with your Wall Captain- things." With a salute, he leaves Polyhex to head off on his mission. He's put himself a bit later than he would like. It strangely felt worth the distraction though. Interesting.