Down they went, Optimus glancing about in little-disguised curiosity as he followed Megatron's 'guidance'. He noted the tension, but did little else, silently answering the ongoing litany coming from his bodyguard over comms as he watched the drones and occasional sparked-mech work.
Most of them seemed content to ignore the group of 'elite' mechs passing through their work area, too tired to care, but the few that bothered watching went wide-optic'd at the sight of the group...and the fact that their overseer was walking with the Prime.
It was either very good, or terribly, terribly bad.
"How deep do this mines go, Overseer? Do you have a map file handy?" Optimus asked cheerfully, as though the situation was perfectly amiable. His grin only widened when he saw Ironhide's hand twitch with the urge to swat the back of his helm for being so smug.
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Date: 2012-06-18 10:39 pm (UTC)Most of them seemed content to ignore the group of 'elite' mechs passing through their work area, too tired to care, but the few that bothered watching went wide-optic'd at the sight of the group...and the fact that their overseer was walking with the Prime.
It was either very good, or terribly, terribly bad.
"How deep do this mines go, Overseer? Do you have a map file handy?" Optimus asked cheerfully, as though the situation was perfectly amiable. His grin only widened when he saw Ironhide's hand twitch with the urge to swat the back of his helm for being so smug.