Looking from the mech was clearly not a miner to the Prime, the overseer wasn't sure at all what to think. Except that he really did not want the Prime himself in those tunnels. They were safe enough (okay, so they might have lagged a decivorn behind full safety inspection/controls, but that wasn't that bad of a lag), but there was at least one sparkeater on the loose.
He winced, and winced again when he was told he'd go with, and while he'd sent an encrypted ping comm to his superiors, it was clear no one would be able to do anything fast enough to stop this.
"... Of course, Prime. But I cannot stress enough that even with a guide, no-one but the actual workers should be in the mine!"
Megatron snorted at the overseer's response, shaking his helm just slightly. Unbelieveable. He didn't think the mine was unsafe; the mech would have dragged up mire vehemence, some other excuses if the mine was actually not face enough to walk around in.
That left some other possibilities... Enough energon radiation to be dangerous for those unused to its exposure? Well, to be fair, even in a mine with good radiation protection anyone but miners might end up affected...
Other valuable substances could be mined on the sly, not logged or reported properly... Which might be the company turning a profit, or the overseer himself, no one but the overseer and the miners (or the drones) knowing about it. Considering which mine it was, Megatron doubted it was this. It was possible, since the mine was still profitable enough to be open, but doubtful.
Other possibilities existed as well. The most glaring? A sparkeater.
Megatron had, indeed, recognized the signs of Optimus holding back laughter, more because he'd seen the mech laugh openly and unrestrainedly with his consorts, which made it reasonably easy to extrapolate what it would look like when the mech was holding back. He didn't understand why, though.
He would have laughed. Indeed, he was sorely tempted to laugh, mockingly and thoroughly unamused, but laugh, at this whole situation.
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Date: 2012-06-17 08:59 pm (UTC)He winced, and winced again when he was told he'd go with, and while he'd sent an encrypted ping comm to his superiors, it was clear no one would be able to do anything fast enough to stop this.
"... Of course, Prime. But I cannot stress enough that even with a guide, no-one but the actual workers should be in the mine!"
Megatron snorted at the overseer's response, shaking his helm just slightly. Unbelieveable. He didn't think the mine was unsafe; the mech would have dragged up mire vehemence, some other excuses if the mine was actually not face enough to walk around in.
That left some other possibilities... Enough energon radiation to be dangerous for those unused to its exposure? Well, to be fair, even in a mine with good radiation protection anyone but miners might end up affected...
Other valuable substances could be mined on the sly, not logged or reported properly... Which might be the company turning a profit, or the overseer himself, no one but the overseer and the miners (or the drones) knowing about it. Considering which mine it was, Megatron doubted it was this. It was possible, since the mine was still profitable enough to be open, but doubtful.
Other possibilities existed as well. The most glaring? A sparkeater.
Megatron had, indeed, recognized the signs of Optimus holding back laughter, more because he'd seen the mech laugh openly and unrestrainedly with his consorts, which made it reasonably easy to extrapolate what it would look like when the mech was holding back. He didn't understand why, though.
He would have laughed. Indeed, he was sorely tempted to laugh, mockingly and thoroughly unamused, but laugh, at this whole situation.
What did Optimus even hope to achieve here?