Post by Krysta on Oct 20, 2017 16:37:10 GMT -5
She crossed her arm struts over her chassis, lip plates flipping up into a growling sneer. The situation, though not as bad as many assumed, weighted her down with the outcome. Being a new member on the Nemesis, she had yet to know the ups and downs in a simple, average, everyday decepticon soldiers daily life, let alone something as simple as weekly routine checkups committed to memory. A voice many rolled their optics at once heard, and felt was annoying, she listened to, liking the notable difference and yet, seethed when the owner of such a voice goaded her into something she knew better then to accept. Being a spy, she knew better, was trained to know better, and yet, she couldn't resist the bet. Two weeks she had been on the ship, under the waves of the ocean of the strange planet known as earth, and while she found the creatures that resided under the surface fascinating (specifically the octopus), her wings still inched slightly downward in apprehension. A seeker lived half, if not most of their lives in the air, without it they were nothing, and she often found herself wanting nothing more then to scrap the whole mission and leave. It made her wonder how the seekers on the Nemesis, specifically the Command Trine, could keep their desire for the sky on a regular basis hidden, especially with how they schooled their wings. It was known among those who knew seekers as friends, or just happened to interact with them enough, that what a seeker says can be different from what they mean, and to find the true meaning behind a schooled face meant one thing. Look to the wings. Seekers wings usually displayed their true feelings. Key word, usually. A spy such as she was trained to constantly mind her own wings until it became second nature. She could say something that wasn't on her mind and have her wings display something equally as different. It surprised her at first, when she found how the command trine could mind their wings much like she, but thinking on it, they probably had to learn to survive being decepticons, especially considering how closely they worked with Megatron. What surprised her wasn't that fact, but the fact they managed to fool her. After that she watched closely, her ability to feel others emotions didn't work with the trine unless they were caught off guard, so she had to rely on other means to read them. Within those two weeks she had been a 'decepticon' she found how to read them. Skywarp may have been the crazy one of the bunch, but she found he was the easiest to read, the slightest twitch up on the left corner of his mouth should something go his way, and the same twitch down on the same side if something bothered him. Thundercrackers tell was hard to sport at first, but found it was a slight twitch of the optic when in bad situations, slight twitch of his smallest finger on his left servo when it was good. Starscreams tell... wasn't that hard to find. His tick was the easiest to spot after a few hours of observation, the problem, was she couldn't tell at all if it meant good, or bad. When near Megatron, Skywarp and Thundercracker mainly displayed their bad situations tick, only showing the good twitches when Megatron approved of something regarding them or let them leave. Among other situations it was different, she could see how they interacted and if they liked someone enough to socialise with or if they forced themselves to deal with the bot in question. But Starscream, his tell was a slight flick of the wings. An inch or two to the front, back to the middle, inch or so to the back, then back to the middle where it stayed. He used it in all situations. Only time she knew he was distressed or happy was when his guard fell slightly, enough for her to peek at it, in short, he was gathering his emotions, facial expression and wings and readjusting his hold on them. That and really the only time she saw any emotion they couldn't hold was when they became irritable. Irritable seekers from not flying properly were trouble and everyone knew it. Well, mostly everyone, and it was how she ended up in her situation. Starscream was bored, filled with energy he couldn't burn, and turned to her for entertainment. Sadly, she had done the same back with the autobots. It was why Optimus decided that she was to fly three times a week, for fun rather then work, should there be no disturbances. More times then she cared to remember she had been grounded for what felt like solar cycles, but was only a human earth week. Still drove her mad, and with Megatron limiting his seekers to once a week, she understood why Starscream was always so angry, she wanted to kill Megatron too. And while she could easily blame the lack of flight hours on accepting the bet, she knew it was because of her sheer stupidity. She had become too comfortable in her abilities to read others, much like Soundwave, and it cost her. The bet was royally simple and yet impossible. Rumble and Frenzy. Which was which. She felt that would have been easy at first, but after giving her answer and loosing... well... after watching them she swore the little pit spawns changed colors every so often! So, continuing to sit in the mess hall, she glared and kept her arms crossed, glaring mental holes into her afternoon ration of energon. The small, pink cube innocently sitting there, having done nothing to gain her wrath. That was something else she noticed, quite quickly. The Nemesis consisted of mostly grounders, grounders ate roughly three cubes a day, depending on how active the day was for each. Morning ration, afternoon ration, and evening ration, depending on how hard the day was, they could skip their afternoon ration. Seekers, due to their frames made for flight, consumed more fuel and therefor needed more fuel. Two in the morning, one in the afternoon(which could be skipped should the day be uneventful), and two in the evening to help with temperature control while they slept in stasis. All the flight mechs on the ship were given grounder based rations. Put two and two together, she quickly realised why the command trine usually fought long range and ran away when the fight went to hand to hand to the point of not fighting at all. They were on constant half fuel levels. And the need of self preservation usually uprooted the want to win a battle against the autobots. Her scowl deepened, her black painted,and thin flight frame hidden in the dark corner of the mess hall, in a booth. Her arm struts from her servo up to her elbow strut formed like a pair of gloves, forming a point at the very end of her elbow, her fingers clawed, kept that way, made her more threatening, and useful in case an enemy should attack without her knowledge of them being close. The tips of her thrusters to her knee strut was fashioned the same as her 'gloves' forming what looked like boots with a point. Her 'heel' was also a lot thinner and taller, making her taller then most seeker femmes, though she was still small compared to the seeker trine. Her helm was also a little different, specifically her audial flares. Thin, sticking to the sides of her helm, ending in three points. One point ended against her shoulder armor(which was pointed slightly up), the second pointed right out behind her helm, and the last stood tall, slanting over her helm and curving up like a horn. And she wasn't just painted black, from her hip seems down to the top of her 'boot' she had a thin, almost white, blue stripe slipping down from her outer thigh on both sides, same on her arms starting from right under her shoulder armor down the outside of her arms and ending at her elbow. The very tips of her claws, which she never retracted, were adorned in blue, like a human womans nails. From her eyebrow ridge, the stripe started again, folding up and over her helm and slipping down to a thin line on her neck, flaring out over the edges of her wings, concentrating on the tops to a cobolt blue. Her faceplates were the color of ivory, a human coveted bone that provided much in currency, and under each optic, a cobolt blue stripe, the width of her eye, slipped down her face to disappear in a thin line at her chin. But the one thing that spoke of her being an autobot, though carefully keeping that fact secret, was her blue optics. Her wings twitched slightly, they werent painted at all, left a shiny, silvery chrome that resembled a mirror, marred only by the decepticon symbol. Soundwave was attempting to press into her mind again, the telepath was relentless. Silverwing's pretty ears were more then just decorative, not only could she used them like a bat via echo location, but they burned slightly when telepths were near, or trying to butt into her mind. She hasn't lost to the decepticon third in command yet, and instead focused her attention on thinking aloud in her mind, Stupid bet... how am I suppose to know which twin is which? I haven't even met them yet. Hmmm... what to give up, what to give up. She mused, picking up the cube of energon and staring at its contents inside. The bet was lost the orn before, and Starscream had told her to meet him at this booth, at this time, to give up something. Specifically something that would give him a high card under the table. It couldn't be anything life threatening or hurtful to his person either. Thinking it over, she gave a sigh. In the two weeks she had been on the ship, Megatron hadn't let her out for a flight. She missed it and her wings drooped, voicing in her head, I wish I could go for a flight, it would help my thinking better. She knew she was probably pushing it, but with hearing like she had, she heard the rumors. Being the current only female decepticon on the ship, regardless of race, Megatron insisted no one try to court her, that she belonged to him. As such, though she didn't fly, she ended up consuming her afternoon ration for two simple reasons. One, she spent all that energy avoiding Megatron, or two, he found her, and hours of having to deal with him followed after. It went so far as to hear rumors that Soundwave was tasked with finding, by plaguing her mind like a gutter rat, what her 'dream mech' was. Well, sure as shit wasn't Megatron. Maybe at one time, before the war, yeah, but not now. Though at the moment she decided to let Soundwave in, Starscream strut through the mess hall towards her with an air of superiority she actually admit she admired. Keeping her face and wings schooled, she decided to crush two birds with one stone. The reward for the bet, and Megatrons ego. "Whats the matter? Trying to heat the energon?" Starscream asked, sitting down in the booth across from her. She looked up at him, "Just in thought... and I'm not hungry." she said, setting the cube down, of which Starscream smirked, "What? Why not? Is it because you lost our bet? Sorry to hear it." Of course, she knew he wasn't sorry, he was as sorry as a blind man was sorry he couldn't actually see twilight. "Now, have you thought of what to give?" he asked, arm struts resting on the table, servos tented with his chin on them. Trying for the evil and sexy look eh? She only smiled innocently and shyly, her wings fluttering flirtatiously, "I actually have..." My king of the skies. she finished in her mind. His guard slipped, shock and confusion slipping through the crack before his wings flicked in his little tell and it disappeared, "Oh really?" She bit the edge of her lip plate and nodded, standing up and nearing him, thinking flattering things about him, like how she appreciated his powerful thrusters, and those wings he used to fly like the god he was. Starscream tried, she saw he really did, but when she got close enough he placed his servos flat on the table and slightly tilted back, not only looking at her lips(which she slightly pouted with practiced ease) but also her clawed servos. My handsome, perfect king... she added and kissed his lip plates. Starscream went still and lost all composure for the three seconds her lips were on his, confusion and shock being the main push of emotions, but also... want? No, too strong, not need and giddy? Starscream didn't do giddy. After pulling away, she felt her cheekplates had burned pink and her cooling fans kicked in, quickly turning and walking out. Once in the hallway, she put on an act, leaning against the wall and sighing happily, giving an excited giggle. I wish I could have kissed him more... ran through her head, and the thought, while used for Soundwave to read and relay to Megatron, surprised her by the honesty of it. At the moment she didn't care, especially when the telepath left her processor alone right after. She could think on it later. But first things first, once she can, she needed to send a message to Optimus. And, most importantly, while Starscream probably didn't know it, she gave him an upper hand against Megatron, and busted Megatrons mental balls to boot. She may have lost the bet, but she won this round of the war.