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Quicksight doesn't say anything more. He simply turns sharply on his heel and heads towards the exit. It's only when he's out the door does he let out a long, irate hiss. Why did it have to be ''him''?
 
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Meet The New Boss
Date 2017/06/14
Location Lost Light: Docks and Storage -- Shuttle Bay
Participants Blast Off, Quicksight
Summary Quicksight might actually prefer the old boss

The shuttle bay once held four docking stations for the shuttles of the Lost Light, and room for alt modes to coast in and take off; it now lacks a number of ships it once held, and the docking areas of those that are gone are extensively damaged. Those that are left required their own repairs, and the area of the Shuttle Bay is a constant bustle of fixer-uppers and their repairmen. There is a constant scatter of supplies and a lingering smell of rocket fuel.

Now that the ship is landed on Rigard, a ramp has been deployed for disembarking to the surrounding spaceport.


There are a few things that Blast Off has been slow to face since the attack from Unicron and those worms. He's had a lot to do and priorities to make happen, but the Combaticon is finally here in the shuttle bay to face some of these less pleasant things that may not be fun but they must still be done. For one: his non-sentient shuttle, Venturer. Be still his aching spark. The shuttleformer stands looking up forelornly at his ship- or what's left of it. The worms came through here, demolished several ships (R.I.P. Rodpod), and heavily damaged others. Thankfully, Blast Off's Venturer wasn't completely destroyed, but it didn't escape the worm attack unscathed. No, the ship is torn and tattered, with a wing completely missing and the tailfin sliced off. That alone makes Blast off wince in sympathy. Repairs are going to take a long, long time. But he is here now, taking stock of the damage and finally going over the ship in detail, making notes of the missing parts and repairs needed. He's been doing that with every ship in this bay.

It's not the only thing he has to address, however. There's another problem he needs to face, and he has decided to just go ahead and face it now. He's going to tackle this head on and take care of it for once and for all... or so he hopes. That is why Quicksight will find a message from the Head of Navigation... that would be HIM, Quicksight's new BOSS, telling him to be in the Shuttle Bay in... oh, about 2 kliks from now.

<FS3> Quicksight rolls Selfcontrol: Success. (7 3 2 5)

Quicksight's been pretty active these days. If he's not helping with repairs, he's exploring Rigard, dashing around at madening speeds between the buildings, or otherwise excersising his wings. He might have thus missed a couple goingons on the ship, such as any changes in the command structure of the ship. He'd catch up eventually, of course, but so far, it doesn't seem like he realizes that he has a new boss, else his demeanor would have been much different as he heads towards the designated location.

His current demeanor isn't all that chipper either, given that he wasn't that fond of his last boss - an Autobot - either. His posture's tense and rigid. His optics are narrowed, the look on his face not outright hostile, but certianly showing no great cheer either. He's here as a soldier. He's required to do his job, not enjoy it.

Ofcourse, once he enters the bay and spots Blast Off, his expression shifts to one of disdain and contempt. The only thing that keeps him from letting out more than an an annoyed puff is his dedication to his duty - gotta be professional and all that when on the job. But seriously, why did this guy have to be here now, and where the frag is Mainframe?

Blast Off continues his steady progress of noting each bit of damage to his ship and the parts required to repair it when he hears an annoyed little puff behind him. Ah. The shuttleformer finishes analyzing the section he was working on, then places the scanner down on the rmeaining wing of the Venturer. Straightening, he slowly turns around to face the other Decepticon. "Well. At least you are punctual."

Ugh, and he insists on talking too. Quicksight eyes the Combaticon, making no effort to hide his dislike of him. Ofcourse, he could just ignore him...but this is Quicksight we're talking about here "What, you got called in too?" he growls. Just great. Not only did Mainframe call this guy too, but he's leaving them to each others' company while he himself is running late!

Blast Off stands there just eying Quicksight, as if studying him and his reactions. The shuttleformer has his typical aloof, cool sniper demeanor on, hands clasped behind his back as he watches with dim violet optics. At the question, he tilts his head slightly to the left, the line of his jaw lifting a tiny bit forward. It's hard to tell under that faceplate, but the smugness level could have just increased a little.

Still, his voice is neutral as he answers, "...Quicksight, I'm going to guess you haven't read the latest ship staff bulletins, have you? Here, I'll let you read it from my datapad if you like." The Combaticon holds out a small datapad. You know, Quicksight, the bulletin where it mentions the change in Navigation staff.

<FS3> Quicksight rolls Selfcontrol: Failure. (1 1 6 2)

Quicksight doesn't take the pad imediately, continuing to eye Blast Off instead, now wearily. What's with the sudden concern for his knowledge of ship's bullitens? "I been busy." he growls, finally reaching to snatch the pad from the shuttle's hand. Alright, fine, what is it? Might as well read it. It'll kill time until Mainframe ariv --

"The frag?" Quicksight's arm plating bristles as his head snaps up to look at Blast off, and then back down, as he scrolls up and down the notice. No, it definitely looks official. Official channels, does look like the captain's writing and all that, but -- "Are you fragging me?" He looks up at Blast Off again, his expression a mix of disbelief, irritation, and frustration. "W-" -hat the ever loving frag did this fragger do to deserve this position! Quicksight finally manages to remind himself of his position here, so most of the sentince remains unsaid. He still prides himself in being a model soldier, even though the temptation to cuss out Blast Off is great right now. Ugh, is this supposed to be some big, progressive, diversifying move on the Autobots' part? Putting a fragging merc with Func ideals here and claiming they put a Decepticon as a section head?

Quicksight doesn't take the pad imediately, continuing to eye Blast Off instead, now wearily. What's with the sudden concern for his knowledge of ship's bullitens? "I been busy." he growls, finally reaching to snatch the pad from the shuttle's hand. Alright, fine, what is it? Might as well read it. It'll kill time until Mainframe ariv --

"The frag?" Quicksight's arm plating bristles as his head snaps up to look at Blast off, and then back down, as he scrolls up and down the notice. No, it definitely looks official. Official channels, does look like the captain's writing and all that, but -- "Are you fragging me?" He looks up at Blast Off again, his expression a mix of disbelief, irritation, and frustration. "W-" -hat the ever loving frag did this fragger do to deserve this position! Quicksight finally manages to remind himself of his position here, so most of the sentince remains unsaid. He still prides himself in being a model soldier, even though the temptation to cuss out Blast Off is great right now. Ugh, is this supposed to be some big, progressive, diversifying move on the Autobots' part? Putting a fragging merc with Func ideals here and claiming they put a Decepticon as a section head?

There we go. There IS a definite smugness to Blast Off's attitude as he watches Quicksight realize the news. He reaches out to take the datapad back. "I am not." The Combaticon straightens out to his full height, looking down on the other mech. "I am now in charge of Navigation - and your superior officer." There's a pause as the smugness fades into something more serious. He watches Quicksight intently as he asks, "...Will that be a problem?"

<FS3> Quicksight rolls Selfcontrol: Success. (6 3 7 2)

Quicksight's plating never fully settles back down, remaining half raised even after he's regained some semblance of control over himself. His ventelation hums louder than normal, and his optics continue to blaze with a disdainful flame, but atleast he doesn't spit out any more profanities. For a while, actually, he doesn't spit out anything at all, simply glaring at the Combaticon.

Finally, however, he manages to reign himself in a little more. He straigthens out, his optics narrow, and though the contempt remains, the flame in them dies down slight "No." he's doing his best to make his voice sound cold and professional, but his opinions on his new SO can't help but slip though "I am a soldier, and a soldier's duty is to follow orders, not like them or the- " he stumbles here, as if he was going to say one thing, only to decide to replace it with another "person giving them." And it shows. For all his attempts to sound cool and unafected, there's a bit of an angry tremble in his voice.

"Good." The Combaticon's response is quick and to the point. He remains standing there, gazing down at Quicksight as the smaller Con tries to compose himself. NOW HE HAS QUICKSIGHT AT HIS MERCY, mwahahahah! Or at least the thought flashes across his mind, then is placed aside. He IS Head of Navigation, now, they are stranded on a planet with a damaged ship and a giant planet killer loose in the galaxy, and... frankly, they don't have time for petty personal vendettas. Even if they are *really* tempting.

Blast Off gives Quicksight a nod. "Exactly. You don't like me, that's been... quite well established. However, I am glad to hear that will not be an issue." The shuttleformer stops and glances up at the Venturer again. "Because we don't have time for it." He turns to look at Quicksight. "And frankly, I can use all the skilled mechs I can get right now." Now he shifts his hips, going into a slightly more relaxed pose as he brings the datapad back up in front of him. "I know you're fast, Quicksight. I know you're a scout." He also knows you have quite a smart mouth on you, but he refrains from mentioning that one. "Tell me, where is your highest and best use when scouting out a planet... or a planet-killer? What would you say you excel at?"

I can't find who you're trying to page with: Grotesque

Unable to page: Grotesque

The thought crosses Quicksight's mind too, and he wouldn't put it past this elitist slagger to abuse his power. That's what elitist slagers do. But he doesn't say it either. As much as he hates this, he meant it when he said that he knows what it means to be a soldier. Even Drift would recieve begrudging compliance if it were to come to that.

His tone remains rather unfriendly as he speaks, but he does answer the question "I can get into enemy teretory without being noticed, and take reconnaissance photos, and if I do get noticed, I can get out without being caught."

The Combaticon leans in, shifting his body and placing all his attention onto the scout. He nods, then writes into his datapad as he slowly straightens back up again. "Very good." Finishing his notes, he sets the pad aside and focuses on Quicksight once more. "You think you're up to a long distance space exploration? I am bringing a team to follow Unicron's trail as far as we can go. You don't have much space skill, but we will start on a hostile planet and we may be exploring any planets that had the misfortune of being in that... that *thing's* wake."

Quicksight says, "Ain - Not built for space flight" Quicksight explains, trying his hardest not to tense up again under Blast Off's gaze. This is demeaning, being forced to answe to this guy. "But I can do any planet, specially if it got an atmosphere to fly through." There's definitely something boastful seeping into his voice."

"Ain - Not built for space flight" Quicksight explains, trying his hardest not to tense up again under Blast Off's gaze. This is demeaning, being forced to answe to this guy. "But I can do any planet, specially if it's got an atmosphere to fly through." There's definitely something boastful seeping into his voice.

Boastful is fine- just make sure you live up to it, Quicksight. Blast Off leaves off the comment on how well, not everyone can be a space alt. "The first one certainly will. We will be returning to Earth. After that, I do not know at this time, but if they do, you'll be on the planetside teams." He makes a quick note on his datapad, then nods again.

"Very well. Then I believe we can work together to accomplish our jobs and our duty, and see to the end of this Unicron. I will ask, as head of Navigation, that while you are otherwise engaged in both work and pasttimes, that if you learn of anything that can further our knowledge of Unicron..." His face suddenly pinches a little, "...Or Quintessons... let me know."

Quicksight's expression visibly sours as Blast Off talks, reminding him that now he definitely has to work with him, and that he really is in a superior position. This, this is just cruel. If Quicksight were religious, he'd be thinking that he'd somehow managed to really piss off Primus. The mention of Quintessons, however, gets a blank look. The frag is a Quintesson? From the sound of it, Blast Off doesn't really know either, so there's no point making himself out to look stupid and asking. He'll find out when he finds out.

"...Understood." Sorry, Blast Off, but only real Decepticons get a 'Yes, sir'.

Blast Off watches him. What he sees is expected. He does NOT expect anything friendly or amiable from the other mech. He may never see that. Nor is he going to ask for it. What he will ask for, though, is that the other Decepticon do his job to the best of his ability. So far, so good. The Combaticon gives him a nod. "Very well. I will let you know the details of our scouting mission when they are ready. Dismissed." The shuttleformer turns back to his shuttle and picks up the scanner once again. At least now he has some things in order that were unknowns before. One step at a time here.

<FS3> Quicksight rolls Selfcontrol: Success. (3 6 8 3)

Quicksight doesn't say anything more. He simply turns sharply on his heel and heads towards the exit. It's only when he's out the door does he let out a long, irate hiss. Why did it have to be him?

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