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Post by The Legion on Jun 1, 2018 22:39:17 GMT
The amusement radiating from Symphony was poorly hidden as she watched the Pyrocon's fight over the 'enjoyment' of working alongside her. With their raised voices making it quite clear how such a task would be considered a punishment. One which even after only a few seconds was quite clearly going to become RedHot's job as the others within mere moments forced her into the role, even physically pushing the other femme in Symphony's direction before she forced herself to move. In the end, reaching the communications expert on her own merit, although clearly nervous which only furthered the other femme's amusement which she began covering though not to the extent that it was truly hidden.
A contrast to Symphony's well-practised smile which beamed across the room, a gentle thing that could show innocence on the face of a butcher and only made the femme's refined form appear more unjustifiably beautiful.
"A pleasure, Red. I hope this shall be a productive relationship, although I admit I am inadequately prepared for your acquaintance. Your squad leader Kydro was quick to introduce himself but I find it interesting how he failed to mention much of your squad. Perhaps while you acquaint yourself with the war room, you could tell me a little about yourself. It would be a shame to put your talents to waste after all." Assured Symphony, her voice having found that tone every organic recognises as a mother calming their child.
It was a reaction that was significantly better than the anger or displeasure that Symphony was keeping strictly restrained. As well as the blades her current form kept sheathed despite how they could be called with barely a thought.
It would be a shame to tarnish the war room so shortly after a planned meeting had surely called the cleaners to polish much of the accessible flooring. The help would hardly appreciate it after all.
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Post by Cybiscus on Jun 3, 2018 5:38:48 GMT
The femme's smirk gradually dissipates once her elbow got caught. XNA didn't have much to say to that, but she understands the message. Thinking about personal space isn't the first thing that comes to mind. After all, she's so used to examining things up close. She tends to forget to zoom out while in relaxed environments such as this. She will have to consider the needs of her new comrades. They weren't her old crew.
With a brief puff of her ventilation, simulating a sigh, XNA spins on her pede to turn direction to follow along with her new boss and Nexus out of the room. She certainly can't wait to see the mess.
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Post by Amphesiina on Jun 6, 2018 3:41:09 GMT
Having approached and gotten through the awkwardness of introductions, the shorter femme threw her servos upon her sharply shaped hip-plating and nodded her helm to the femme with a dimming smirk.
"Ah- Yeah I hope so too, ya'know we haven't been able to get much done lately, and being away from the gaggle of gals' should be pretty sparking nice for once."
The femme narrowed her optical lenses as she sensed the attempt to pick at, or even divide, up the group. But she played the expression off with a more relaxed, smug grin.
"Kydro-? That, yeah we volunteered him to do all the talking before we walked in. I think it's best he kept his yap shut about the rest of us. Ya'know, to save us some sort of respect with everyone else. After they hear Swordflare, all bets are off... But anyways- small chat is my thing! You got any nicknames? Or is it just- Symphony. Because if I'm getting my helm bashed in by someone in the war room that's a long name to screech out."
She shrugged before gesturing for the one they deemed least likable to lead the way.
As for the rest of the Pyrocons, they headed to the reck room after casting a few snickering looks back over to Redhot while they left.
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Post by vating on Jun 9, 2018 7:33:03 GMT
Gnitav nodded to Fauxwing and followed her out, "For the glory of the Decepticons." He was keeping calm for now, especially after a long speech from his old handler.
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Post by The Legion on Jun 13, 2018 15:33:25 GMT
With her attention split between Redhot and the group she'd just left, Symphony ensured her head was tilted just right so she could watch the Pyrocon's leaving while still visibly listening to her fellow femme. Which prevented her from seeing Redhot's minute display of displeasure at her judgement of Kydro, although she quickly realised her mistake from the subtle tension that the Pyrocon's voice couldn't properly hide. A warning to desist any prodding at the mech which Symphony was more than capable of accepting as she quickly began to respond to the Pyrocon's question despite the numerous thoughts that had began filling her head.
"An interesting method of leading rarely used by our people, still from the sound of it, it is effective and ultimately that is all a leader can hope for." Symphony admitted, letting a little of her pride slip in payment for the damage control she needed to perform.
"I can see the wisdom in his decision to speak up for the rest of you, it would have been unwise to gain Fauxwing's ire by allowing some personalities to speak freely." She said, allowing her optics to stare at Swordflare just long enough that it would be obvious to anyone watching. "After all we wouldn't want anyone here killed, I fear the cleaners would be most displeased."
With her comments made on the group just as they finished leaving, it only took a few more steps before Symphony was standing over one of the pits, a segment of the floor that was filled with monitors and communications equipment as well as the staff working them, that had been lowered into the ground so those standing on the walkways above such as Symphony could see exactly what a number of them where working on.
"As for myself, I have no nicknames I particularly care for. However, I'm sure if you listen to the whispers of some of the less... competent soldiers you'll find I have more than one nickname. I would personally prefer though such names are not used in my presence since they are not particularly pleasant descriptors even if I cannot deny their accuracy."
In a move that made her look surprisingly young, Symphony then tilted her head to the side as her optics met Red's before she spoke again her voice unusually soft and quiet as equipment in her voicebox made it sound more like she was whispering right up against Red's receptors rather than standing a few feet away.
"If you created a name that was... reasonable, I wouldn't be disinclined to reject it."
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Post by Amphesiina on Jun 15, 2018 5:31:10 GMT
"Yeeeeah--well~ Thanks, I think?" The smaller femme simply blinked her lenses at that first comment.... boy- they must have some fancy cleaners here if they really cared how much muck they gotta clean up...
With a shrug the pepper-hot frame fell into place behind the much darker one put in some sort of command here, at least, she seemed authoritative enough for Red to not question it. Why would she? She really didn't know why the scrap she was here. Not much she could offer--- or could she? Something around here should entertain her pretty well. Or someone... Those few steps it took Symphony to move forwards- took well, a couple more of the smaller steps to be taken in order to keep up. Technically a minicon, no one really considered her such. She pretended that she was just as tall as everyone else, it worked. SO- along she listened to the very, lengthy explanation behind the whole nickname ordeal.... Her blank expression was pretty good, while she stared soullessly at one of the workers- boring her gaze into the back of the helm until- Yup- reached up to itch the spot. She grinned, before swiping it off her expression as she quickly realized that could've been noticed by the one she was abandoned here with... Ohman. She should probably be on her best behavior- how about, just, try looking at this in a good way. Yeah- let's---
Her thought was split up when the femme met her optics- she literally flinched back like she was expecting to be hit- but instead awkwardly uncoiled and forced herself to relax as she discovered nothing bad was going to happen here.
"Yes your majesty-" Redhot hastily shot back- she spoke without thinking when she was nervous. Oops.
Exventing as soon as the attention was broken, she lifted her digits to tune the left side of her audials while peering about, taking in the details of the much-less crowded room now.
"Uhrm- So now what are the plans as far as things go here?" There was that attempt to finally redeem herself.
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Post by The Legion on Jun 20, 2018 16:17:17 GMT
Alone, Symphony would have allowed herself to grimace at the terrible nickname that was more than slightly similar to the names she’d tried to avoid mentioning. Instead she was surrounded by those awaiting her response and ready to pounce on any exposed weakness, so instead she bared the comment with a simple smile easy to hold in difficult situations. A perfect expression for the scenario she found herself in as she attempted to find a way to make her smile more honest, even though the simpletons around her would never realise just how fake her current smile was.
In a moment of amusement then, the idea came to her replacing the fake expression with a much more devious quirk of her lips.
“Perhaps, we can find suitable names once we’re more acquainted. It would be a shame if an argument was to spark between us because of a misunderstanding that flares into a wildfire, wouldn’t you agree, lil flame?” Symphony said practically singing with a perfect pitch which never revealed the amusement that her terrible puns brought her even as she allowed a truly blinding smile to form across her face.
Before she could explain her intentions and how she wanted to execute, Fauxwing’s commands, however, The Eidolon appeared. The infamous ship and its cargo practically silencing all discussion in the process as Symphony turned towards one of the comm specialists in the pit below.
“Techburst, transfer the docking communications to me. I’ll be dealing with this personally.”
“As you command.” Intoned a mech below, the visor covering his optics leaving only a blank red screen to meet Symphony’s own sensors.
“Excellent.” She purred with enjoyment at the mechs deference, before the expression sobered into something more serious. Which left her voice almost unidentifiable as she spoke this time with a professionalism that her original superiority had hidden and her attempts for casual reference with Redhot had done nothing to reveal.
“This is Crescent Fortress, you’ve entered Decepticon occupied space. Please identify yourself.”
“Pilot Auralias of the Eidolon, we are requesting permission to land. Currently carrying shipments requested by Commander Fauxwing to be delivered in person.” Came the ship's response from a young feminine voice that sounded incongruous alongside the near ancient cybetronian accent she’d picked up at some point.
In response to the quick reply, Symphony’s smile grew yet again as she spoke. The expression across her face completely hidden within her voice as the serious tone that spoke still delivered some of her pleasure at the response she’d received.
“Excellent, we’ve been awaiting your arrival for some time now. I assume you have the identification codes we require.”
“We do, sending them now.” Her fellow femme confirmed as the databand on the communication link bloated with the additional data before going silent as the ship awaited their response. While on the other side Symphony looked down upon Techburst yet again, awaiting the results of the ID codes which could either lead to their passage or swift elimination.
Eventually, after only a few moments, Techburst responded raising his head to meet Symphony.
“They pass.”
“Thank you, Techburst. Your assistance is appreciated.” Symphony acknowledged to little response from the mech who’d already returned to his work, before she switched the comms back on.
“Identification codes accepted. You may pass, for now, Eidolon. We’re sending you a flight path, any deviations while be met with lethal force.”
“Understood.”
Realising a sigh of relief after the exchange which always left her just a little nervous, Synphony was almost glad to return to her conversation with Redhot.
“Apologies, Red where was I?”
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Post by Amphesiina on Jun 21, 2018 0:19:36 GMT
*Frag-* As soon as that small pained expression twitched in Symphony’s optics, Red immediately regretted her life decisions. She had seen it- she was horribly observant. Just that slight pause as the taller femme smoothly told her, no, in a very polite way. Little flame… Normally that would've set her off quicker than a bullet leaving a gun-barrel, but given her tiny stature playing it safe was her best option. Especially in the presence of this respect-demanding femme. She bit her derma as soon as the deathlady returned to her work. Inwardly the femme was completely terrified of her. Primus- if Swordflare didn't want to go, if someone came off as intimidating to him- there was a reason. He was afraid of no one-- thus she decided to chill the hell out while Symphony was distracted.
Slouching a bit, Red listened to the conversation and allowed her panicky gaze to flicker around the large room-- She was thrown out of her element. No comfort in a sarcastic rhetorical comment to pull her out of this situation, she felt left wide out in the open without the rest of the group… Had it really been this long since they've been apart? Actually, …. Yeah… When she thought about they've been together and closely, for such an extended period of time someone could easily question it. The femme lifted her servo to rub the back of her neck cables, casting a sideways glance at a pair of optics staring in her direction. She shot them a silent snarl before shaking off whatever discomfort she was feeling… she needed to get her helm into the game if nothing else.
Audials only picking up on the last section of the conversation- she did notice that smug smile- whoever was docking must've known her. Maybe a friend of hers.
...Did she even have friends??
Probably her mortal enemy then.
Well, Redhot assumed she was a bit more relaxed now, until that serpent-like Con returned to tingle her shorter frame with those vocals again.
“U-uh- World domination?” She nearly wheezed from the dryness of her humor.
The very awkward little Con nearly cringed at her exchange of words. She could hear Heatray screaming in the back of her helm, and snapped out of it.
The scout walked past the figure and threw her servos upon her hip plating while glancing over the screens, it was almost exhausting to keep up with the information- almost. Perhaps for a more simple mind; then it was a sea of endless lettering and numbers that would overload their minds. Instead Redhot tilted her helm to an angel, passing the question out before turning back around.
“So- You just watch the screens all day then and decide whether or not the Intel retrieved is valid or false? You must have acquired a higher level of patience, with all the supply drops we get.”
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Post by The Legion on Jun 25, 2018 21:33:45 GMT
After centuries gathering and organising information, Symphony could say without a doubt she was more than capable of identifying the emotions of those around her. A talent that had been finely honed over time with the need to navigate the more dangerous portions of Decepticon politics. As well as just everyday life of a Decepticon, where anyone could be intending to stick a dagger into your back if not shoot you in the face. If it was with that skill, Symphony was more than aware of the fact Redhot was absolutely terrified of her. A point of view, Symphony would usually be more than proud of, if not for the simple fact it was not her intention.
In fact it would be accurate to say it had been her intention to calm the femme, to create a more efficient workplace. Which was a more than ample reason to answer her fellow femmes question as she began pointing at the screens around her one by one.
"It can be rather tiring from time to time. I find though, given the importance of the job it can be rather rewarding when our efforts pay off. I hardly think it hard-fetched to say, Fauxwing's control of this sector would be significantly less stable if not for our actions. Although I suppose world domination could be rather rewarding if that is what you wanted to do today, Red." She responded with a raise of her optic ridge.
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Post by Amphesiina on Jun 29, 2018 3:06:26 GMT
The femme slapped her servos together in sheer amusement as she considered all of the overloading amounts of information traveling through every screen- every Con working here, all the time. It felt more like the brain of operations. It was obvious RedHot was quickly becomming excited about being here, finally.
"So what do you monitor- just the important things on base? Do you have the system linked to your personal base inside your helm or you just stand around?"
The younger construction paused for a moment before returning to the taller companion with a glint of amusement caught in her optics.
"Alright- so what can you teach me?"
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Post by The Legion on Jun 30, 2018 22:32:28 GMT
Too many of the Decepticons in the base, the screens that surrounded Symphony where nonsensical, filled with a barrage of information that almost left it impossible to properly identify anything that could be of use. For those like her, willing to see past the trash that came as a result of the sheer quantity of their obstacles, however, she stood in a treasure trove filled with priceless relics only waiting to be assessed.
Even then it took a special type of mech or femme to understand the vast task that surrounded them and was only tackled by a rare few, such as Symphony and from her observations possibly the femme who stood aside her. The excitement that radiated off Redhot's frame was almost infectious, it's sheer presence filling the communications specialist with amusement as the newcomers joy grew with every twitch of her optics. A visible display of her emotions that Symphony was more than adequate to assess even without the growing awe in Red's voice. Which combined with her expressions only assured, Symphony's certainty of the Pyrocon's interest in her own department which was more than a suitable motivation to answer her questions.
"Personally, as the primary Communications Officer, my own direct interactions with the arrival of information is rather insignificant." She admitted, as her optics scanned a few of the terminals around her, while her processor reminded her with an awkward longing at the simplicity and excitement dealing with new knowledge had given her even before she went about confirming its validity with skills that brought her pride. Almost casually then, Symphony shrugged her shoulders with a lazy grace before she continued again.
"In truth, I have little time for such a gigantic task, despite its importance my other duties do not allow me the time to review so much data. For the vast majority of my department, however, their task is to locate and scrutinize information before it is pushed up further in the chain of command based on the importance of the intelligence."
Now slightly curious about the Pyrocon's reaction to her speech, Symphony subtly began to stare at Redhot taking in the visible expressions as well as the general suggestions of her body language. "It is often that data, I personally examine before organising sufficient responses. Whether it be simply bringing the identified issue to Fauxwing's attention, or even directly acting upon time-sensitive information."
Even now, Symphony made no attempt to hide the pride she felt in her role as she spoke. Only for her cyan optics to turn away from Redhot a few moments later as they barely hid her interest in the new sight on the monitors, showing the interactions between Shadow-Strike and Fauxwing that were being observed by almost a dozen support staff upon numerous cameras located around the landing pad area.
Unwilling to accept anything less of herself, however, Symphony's voice showed nothing of her distraction as she explained further.
"As you can assume with the sheer size of our operations, even that small sliver of what we pick up would be overwhelming without a direct link to our department. Not to say that even now, I don't face difficulties, although I assure you I am more than adequate to face anything I have been tasked with so far."
Even then, speaking of her job was a side thought compared to the attention the landing pad received. With the scene of Shadow-Strike and the Commander's faceoff being such a critical event that she was already watching long before the Assassin's blunt arrival had led to the harrowing appearance of Fauxwing with her power flaring. A sight that would have garnered the commuication specialists full attention even if she wasn't aware of the true danger of the mech's cargo.
Aware of the danger they faced though, it was certainly enough of a reason to begin reacting outside of Fauxwing's direct actions, as she began passing messages through until more than half the base was on standby only awaiting the call to begin storming the landing pad. A task even the regal looking femme was hopeful to avoid, the last time she'd met the Reaper of Archon clear in her head, before she found the need for a distraction growing until she forced herself to look away from the displays.
Allowing her optics to return to Redhot's before they visibly scanned her frame, taking in every imperfection with startling detail as the stare she sent carried enough determination to pin a mech five times the smaller femme's own. The curious tilt of the taller femme's optical ridge revealed she was curious in what she saw but ultimately little less as she spoke in a voice that could not be calmer.
"In that regard since I have lived and learned from this profession for centuries, it's not a question of what I can teach you, but rather what you desire."
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Post by Corvid on Jul 7, 2018 13:55:37 GMT
Contact broke through on the comm systems. It was a message directly from Fauxwing, hailing Symphony. “Symphony, get on comms and send a message through the common areas. I want all our science personnel gathered in the laboratory immediately, along with whatever Pyrocons aren’t in the war room with you.” The contact broke immediately after the commander expressed her orders. The Legion |
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Post by Amphesiina on Jul 9, 2018 6:53:50 GMT
"Hey that is actually, I mean that's quite a humble beginning to explaining this operation." The femme beamed pleasantly and rocked from the back of her peddes to the tips. "Alright so-- I guess we start at the basics? How do you get everyone to listen to you and do them what you tell them to?"
Boy did she mean basics. Red was interested in unfleshing every detail, starting with how to present oneself in such a place. She was used to rebellious baboons never taking anything she said seriously, or at least, not most of the time. Symphony was very stoic and had that air of authority, she wanted to learn how to image that quality. Maybe for once be taken not so sarcastically.
Red was about to expect an answer when it looked like Symphony was hailed again to something important. This seemed to be quite a busy job. That's when her own commlink broke out.
:Hey Red-~!:
:Scorch, has it even been an hour yet?:
:HA- okay so a few. Um, look-- Kydro wants to break down this message disc even more--:
:Why do you sound so, I dunno, wheezy. And I told you, I can't fix it up-:
:Okay but what about the communications lady, someone has to know in that department.:
:Can't we talk about this later?:
:Yeah-- no I'm already here.:
Red sighed and pretended to ignore any sudden entry to the room.
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Post by The Legion on Jul 9, 2018 17:17:36 GMT
"I would hardly call that the basics, Red." Symphony commented with a smile, after hearing Redhot's question about how she could ensure others listened to her, a simple question with a much more complicated answer. Not that she wouldn't eventually answer the question given the time to do so, after all, she had promised to teach the femme whatever she wanted, and this was hardly the most difficult question she was prepared for.
Before she could begin working on a coherent answer, however, Fauxwing's voice rang over the comms system delivering a rather simple set of commands for the communication specialist. Who would only take a few moments to properly deal with the issue to the commander's expectations. Although she didn't begin instantly, instead Symphony sent an apologetic nod in Redhot's direction before she moved closer to the central terminal within the communications bay.
"I apologize, it would appear the commander has work for me." She said, to the femme before turning back to her work, never mentioning that the work of sending out what was by all means a public service announcement was well below her skills. It would appear, Fauxwing's anger over her own assumptions earlier where not entirely gone, so with that in mind Symphony continued on dutifully activating the speakers in the appropriate areas.
"Attention all, Science Personnel, our commander Fauxwing is requesting your presence in the Laboratory with all haste. Failure to arrive promptly will result in appropriate punishment for the disobedience of a high ranking officer. In addition, the Pyrocons have been requested as well. Kydro, your group is expected, only those operating in the war room are excused."
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Post by Amphesiina on Jul 11, 2018 7:39:39 GMT
Red nodded her helm and listened to the comm- before narrowing her optic ridges at the call for the Pyrocons to report to the... Laboratory...? What.... What in Primus did they do while she was gone... Man this can't be good... At least Scorch was here...
AND yep there he was, his short little limbs clacking against the platform as he ran in through the doors, nearly knocking over someone over in the process. Redhot felt physical pain watching all this go down--- Here she was about to learn some pretty cool things before the floodgates of the pits were let loose, and this monster was unleashed to ruin her fun.
"H-HEY~! Red! Glad to see you're alive!"
"Has it even been an hour?"
"OH-- I guess I gotta go to the Lab now? UGH. I dunno Kydro wanted you to take this and give it to someone that can, or, I mean you too-- you're pretty smar-"
"Get on with it, Scorch!" She groaned.
"Oh yeah, uh, fix it and figure out the complete message."
Scorch flopped the message disc into her servo, before he even noticed Symphony's presence, to which he avoided making eye contact with, but was very aware of her presence the entire time. Finally he turned to face the taller femme, standing the same height as Red, and flashed a nervous smile. He was not a social butterfly, actually, he was quite shy and timid if no one's noticed yet.
"Hiii- Uhr- So because your message was sent before I entered I'm assuming I have to sprint to the Lab now---" He was more just stating what he found in his mind to be a simple fact, rather than a question- but if there was room for him to get out of going to a place where Swordflare would probably try to dissect him, he would very happily stay put.
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