Security

This room is dominated by the south wall which consists of a multitude of security monitors, viewing each and every room within Trypticon City and around the outside areas. None can excape the eyes of anyone viewing here. A desk in the middle of the room near the window is almost bare, except for the terminal standard for every office here and various paperwork. A bay window gives a good view of the outside and to infinity and beyond.

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Reflector

Sensor Station

Obvious exits:

East <E> leads to Trypticon Command Center.

Security isn't a place that Reflector frequents often. Though his skills could be utilized for security... and he has used them to spy on members of the Empire and other internal matters, Reflector prefers external spying. So to see Reflector's three robot forms here, is a rare sight. The three robots are all situated at computer terminals not too far away from each other, 'working'.

Fleet walks in with a light step, looking around himself and the room as he arrives. There's something of a nervous feeling to this one, although it's a contained energy. He cocks his head as he looks over Reflector's three forms. He coughs quietly by way of drawing attention, then says, "Erm, hello."

Reflector's robot modes turn around in unison as the sound of a voice rings out in the security area. Hardly anyone comes in here, so a voice is a surprise to the Super Spy. Reflector's components stares towards Fleet for a moment and grunt, "Greetings" One after the other.

Fleet seems a bit disoriented by the response. This was something that would take some getting used to. "Ah... Reflector, correct?" It was a stupid question, but Flee preferred to wait until a name was confirmed before he used it. "My name's Fleet. I'm only recently assigned here."

The trio of robots smirk at the seeker robot, "Eh? Yea, that is correct. What are you called? Starshout? Thundercookie?" Flec stands up out of his chairs, converging together a little and making the gap between the robots smaller, as to concentrate less.

"Uhm... no. Just Fleet, like I said." The yellow Seeker pauses before he continues, a little embarrassed, "Sometimes Flee, to be honest." He shrugs his right shoulder and wing a little, a slight, depreciating smile on his face.

"Oh you did say Fleet didn't you?" The Robots state with a shrug, "My mistake, I thought you were mentioning that you were a part of the fleet... like our aerial or space corp. Who knows." Another shrug by the trio, "Interesting name."

Fleet chuckles quietly, nodding his head. "Well, I suppose I am that, too. After all, what good name doesn't have a doublemeaning or two? Not that I'm claiming mine as particularly good." He takes a few steps closer to the window. "Oh, uhm, by the way, did Comcast ever find you? A couple of days ago he was looking for you... Cybertron troops quarters."

Reflector raises an optical ridge on his left side on his left-most component. His center component raises both optical ridges. His right most component raises the right optical ridge. They then shake in unison, "No. I have not spoken to Comcast in some time. Did he want me for something?"

Fleet looks back at Reflector's three bodies before turning to look out the window. "He said he needed some intelligence from you. He wasn't specific, and in matters like that, I don't ask questions."

"Indeed." The three intone together. They all look in seperate directions. One towards the door, another out the same window that Fleet is looking out, the other looking down at his feet. Reflector grunts, "What brings you to security by the way? Are you reporting for duty? Or are you reporting some security problem?"

The yellow Seeker shakes his head. "Just generally reporting. I'm in military operations, but I figured it might be a good idea to check in here. This is my first time on this planet, and I'm still trying to figure my way around. I can't say I care for it much. It's very... wet on this world, I think."

The Trio of robots all turn to regard Fleet, sizing him up. The smallish trio of robots chuckles a bit, "Ah, this planet is not so bad. I tend to enjoy it. Gives me the chance to photograph and record a number of different things. A range of weather patterns and peoples and cities. I can always scan in images of something different."

Fleet makes a soft, sighing noise. Of course, he doesn't really breath in or out his mouth, so it's really nothing more than a quiet sound to express a feeling, with none of the motion of the chest that would be included in a human. "I don't know. I think I've always been... bothered by how quickly our kind seem to absorb the culture of this world. Even us Decepticons... it's as though we don't need to be here long at all before we start using their expressions, referencing their popular entertainment. It sometimes makes me wonder, when we finally do rule this planet," even he speaks as though it were an inevitability, "who will have actually taken over who."

Reflector shakes his head, "I do not believe my... enjoyment of the scenery that I can record automatically assumes I have absorbed humanity's culture. I am no more human than I am Autobot, Fleet." Reflector grunts and shrugs at the sheer thought of it, "For those who do start using phrases... or becoming knowledgeable in pop culture and simply those attempting to pass the time. It is not like Cybertron offers us much in the way of pop culture."

Fleet smiles grimly as he leans against the wall next to the window. "No, we have a culture of war," he replies simply. After a moment, he looks back. "That wasn't intended to insult, by the way. I apologize if it did." Oddly, he actually sounds sincere.

"I know you didn't." Reflector states in unison, "However you must be careful who you say such things around. I do not believe many Decepticons would take kindly to be hearing such things. Especially if it sounds as if you are questioning their loyalty or devotion."

Fleet's eyes open in something like alarm. "It sounded like... I could have been interpreted to be ques- blast!" He shook his head vigorously. "No, no... that wasn't what I meant it to sound like at all!"

Reflector grins a bit, a wide grin. Flec just grins at Fleet for a while before shrugging, "Oh I am sure you meant well. Do not worry at all Fleet. Now you know... just don't ask such questions around people of rank and authority, eh?"

The Seeker calms down, leaning against the wall as he returns his gaze to the window. "I generally try to avoid asking too many questions around people of rank and authority, period, but of late I seem to be slipping." He shakes his head, more in response to his own thoughts than anything else.

"It is alright. Although I do possess some rank in the empire... and I used to be in Command of the DCI division..." Flec grins and shrugs, "Eh... I won't tell anyone about your questions. Just keep them to yourself eh? These musings can be made later when you yourself have gained prestige and such, right?" He chuckles.

Fleet smiles wryly, although his eyes remain trained on the window. Prestige is something he intentionally avoids, although he doesn't have the urge to point this out. Instead, he says, "I've been told before that I think too much for my own good. The people who've said that are probably right... in fact, I'm sure I do."

"Oh thinking is a good thing. Think a lot. It will get you out of jams." Reflector chuckles, "Especially when you tick off some rather.. dim-witted compadres. I don't want to name names... but Blot.. Bonecrusher... and their ilk, you know?" Reflector chuckles, "Just don't verbalize your thoughts, eh?" Flec looks off to the door, "Anyways, I have somewhere I need to be."

Fleet nods as he turns away from the window, standing up straight. "All right. It was... good to meet you, Reflector." He smiles slightly, almost a little deviously. "And thank you for the tips."