There was a moment of hesitation before a chip was removed and held out for either the Prime or someone out of his contigency of bodyguards to pick it up first.
"Five levels, thirty individual corridors and sixty three interconnections made between them, spread out over more than ten hics. Unfortunately, ah... level four corridors 23-24 have been partially and completely respectively, closed off. Unforseen structural weakness which led to a cave-in---"
Megatron's snort was loud enough to echo, even with the addition of so many frames wandering through the corridor, and the rock around them which partly ate the sound they all produced. Which, really, dampened the noise of mining work into something more tolerable.
"That's a lie. This is an old mine." He didn't stop working, but turned his helm enough to be able to give the overseer a hard stare, optics lambent in the darkness and his sparklights lighting his face up from above. "Even a sixth or seventh level wouldn't bring 'unforeseen structural weakness'... Maybe on the current last level, but not on the next to last."
The overseer stared right back, lips pulling back into the briefest of sneers before he twitched, as if stung by the narrow glare from Megatron.
"... Manually triggered cave-in due to situational circumstances."
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Date: 2012-06-18 11:40 pm (UTC)"Five levels, thirty individual corridors and sixty three interconnections made between them, spread out over more than ten hics. Unfortunately, ah... level four corridors 23-24 have been partially and completely respectively, closed off. Unforseen structural weakness which led to a cave-in---"
Megatron's snort was loud enough to echo, even with the addition of so many frames wandering through the corridor, and the rock around them which partly ate the sound they all produced. Which, really, dampened the noise of mining work into something more tolerable.
"That's a lie. This is an old mine." He didn't stop working, but turned his helm enough to be able to give the overseer a hard stare, optics lambent in the darkness and his sparklights lighting his face up from above. "Even a sixth or seventh level wouldn't bring 'unforeseen structural weakness'... Maybe on the current last level, but not on the next to last."
The overseer stared right back, lips pulling back into the briefest of sneers before he twitched, as if stung by the narrow glare from Megatron.
"... Manually triggered cave-in due to situational circumstances."