The display of Optimus' annoyance had him feeling... strange. Battling an urge to facepalm because he wasn't sure this was the way to confront this, no matter how much he wanted to beat the slag out of some of all of the mechs in the higher echelons of the Guild, there was... There was also a faint flutter by his spark which he immediately denied.
This was neither the time nor the place nor the mech to feel it for! In fact, it was really not the mech to feel anything but vague tolerance and maybe admiration for. Megatron rubbed his lower face mostly to be able to disguise that he was pinching one of his throat cables hard enough to cause alerts and a flood of pain over his sensor net. Some way of reminding himself what was important.
Steeltread twitched, bending away from the angry Prime, optics widening. And then he sort of physically clammed up, still making himself small, but digging in with everything he had. Megatron sneered, and knew there were both better... but also definitely worse than this overseer around.
"Of course they are, but they're also slagging good workers! Prime, while it was a long time ago, and that decision's mostly been corrupted by now, it was miners that decided to not spread the knowledge of the sparkeaters! Of course, by now, we're all keeping quiet." For profit. For their own functions as attempting to tattle would bring about a similar result as to having been taken by a sparkeater.
"And yet we've got better methods of dealing with sparkeaters now. We just need to know where they come from to nip the problem at the plug," Megatron said with a grunt, optics narrowed and trying to figure the frustrating overseer out.
Enemy or not? Merely a coward with a, somehow, respecful disregard for his sparked workers, or a coldly and well-hidden calculating mind saying what he thought would give him the most? Steeltread was curiously hard to read...
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Date: 2012-07-04 08:18 pm (UTC)This was neither the time nor the place nor the mech to feel it for! In fact, it was really not the mech to feel anything but vague tolerance and maybe admiration for. Megatron rubbed his lower face mostly to be able to disguise that he was pinching one of his throat cables hard enough to cause alerts and a flood of pain over his sensor net. Some way of reminding himself what was important.
Steeltread twitched, bending away from the angry Prime, optics widening. And then he sort of physically clammed up, still making himself small, but digging in with everything he had. Megatron sneered, and knew there were both better... but also definitely worse than this overseer around.
"Of course they are, but they're also slagging good workers! Prime, while it was a long time ago, and that decision's mostly been corrupted by now, it was miners that decided to not spread the knowledge of the sparkeaters! Of course, by now, we're all keeping quiet." For profit. For their own functions as attempting to tattle would bring about a similar result as to having been taken by a sparkeater.
"And yet we've got better methods of dealing with sparkeaters now. We just need to know where they come from to nip the problem at the plug," Megatron said with a grunt, optics narrowed and trying to figure the frustrating overseer out.
Enemy or not? Merely a coward with a, somehow, respecful disregard for his sparked workers, or a coldly and well-hidden calculating mind saying what he thought would give him the most? Steeltread was curiously hard to read...
Megatron wished for Soundwave's presence, then.