Staring at the overseer who glared back for a full few seconds before he winced and looked away, Megatron looked from Ratchet to Optimus before he snorted and turned to face towards the front again, wishing for a weapon.
"That would be what has all the sparked miners that just ran out of here spooked. Even if the cave-in got in, it can be quite... distracting to have to work with something like that on your scanner readings. Especially if you're on the same, or just above or below the cave-in." Turning to face the majority of the grounp again, Megatron threw his arms wide, a cold, harsh smirk - more like the beginnings of a grimace, really - on his faceplates.
He remembered well his first acquintaince with a sparkeater attack when he was still reasonably immature, and having to work on the level below, hoping the cave-in had trapped the creature.
"Isn't that right, Overseer Steeltread?"
The overseer twitched, staring at Megatron briefly with the expression of someone who has no idea why he's been called his designation by someone he doesn't recognize... But then, his tension melts away. Of course the mech would have been told by the Prime.
"Standard procedures were observed; the effectiveness of the mine can't be allowed to drop more than 15%."
Somewhere, closeby or further away? something slinks through the darkness, following the brightly glowing trail of sparks and heady power. Food.
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Date: 2012-06-23 08:47 pm (UTC)"That would be what has all the sparked miners that just ran out of here spooked. Even if the cave-in got in, it can be quite... distracting to have to work with something like that on your scanner readings. Especially if you're on the same, or just above or below the cave-in." Turning to face the majority of the grounp again, Megatron threw his arms wide, a cold, harsh smirk - more like the beginnings of a grimace, really - on his faceplates.
He remembered well his first acquintaince with a sparkeater attack when he was still reasonably immature, and having to work on the level below, hoping the cave-in had trapped the creature.
"Isn't that right, Overseer Steeltread?"
The overseer twitched, staring at Megatron briefly with the expression of someone who has no idea why he's been called his designation by someone he doesn't recognize... But then, his tension melts away. Of course the mech would have been told by the Prime.
"Standard procedures were observed; the effectiveness of the mine can't be allowed to drop more than 15%."
Somewhere, closeby or further away? something slinks through the darkness, following the brightly glowing trail of sparks and heady power. Food.