Security Enforcement & Tactical Data

Step one: Draw the fucking Cop. 

Prowl had stepped out of his office for only a moment, just for a stretch, a quick refuel and that was it. However apparently it wasn’t just that simple now was it?

The enforcer stopped in his tracks and stared at the seeker floating before him.

In his office.

Above his desk.

“…Oh.”

For some all reason, that’s all he could say.

Starscream was appearing almost as a lifesize hologram as he floated there. He blinked and turned around when he heard a someone speak before him and he paused at the sight of the mech. As he floated there, he could only retort with the same answer that was given to him moments ago.

‘And where am I now?’ Starscream inquired to himself as he looked around. The constant uncertainty of where he would appear in this form was a little questionable. He still didn’t know how he got to places without knowing where he was. It was odd, his mind wandered and he appeared in places that he had no business being in. 

The enforcer stopped in his tracks and stared at the seeker floating before him.

In his office.

Above his desk.

“...Oh.”

“Mhm.” Prowl took it back and watched her sit down, setting the pad in his desk drawer. A familiar name was spoken however. Nemesis.

“Nemesis, as in…the warship.” Things would immediately tense up, “…and you’re here?”

“Last I checked we’re not in danger of the T-virus, so, yes. The warship. It really is a really big ominous looking ship…”

“Plenty.” Digits wiggled as he kept silently asking for it back, “I don’t go out because I don’t need to, nor do I have anything to do. So keeping myself occupied with work is fine until I think otherwise. What is it you do anyhow?”

Moves off of Prowl’s desk to get herself a proper chair. It wasn’t as if the things were really ever used. Darkscream couldn’t recall the last time he actually had any visitors… Then again she didn’t really come around that often.

“Before, just a wandering jack-of-trades. Now, I’m temporarily on a Nemesis rebuilding energon converters.” Once the chair was good, down she went into it and down her helm went onto an arm. The datapad finally being put into Prowl’s servo.

Making a failed dive for the pad, which resulted in the mech grunting as his chestplate thunked against his desk, Prowl had to adjust himself before sitting up, “My reports, like the one you’re holding there. I’d like it back, if you will.” He held out his servo for it.

“That sounded painful.” Looks back over her shoulder at Prowl. Having half a mind to keep the datapad and stick her glossa out at him again, Darkscream drummed her digits on said datapad.

A sigh vented, “Fantastic.” Prowl moved his pad to the side and stared at the Seeker, servo on his cheekplate as he watched, “How long are you going to keep this up?”

“Till it stops being amusing or until I can do this.” Not-so-casually snatches up Prowl’s datapad and sits on his desk. Darkscream’s wings settled into a more relaxed position while she took a look at what he was working on.

“Don’t go blaming me for spreading such things, Prowl. It is only a rumor I happened to overhear.” The Seeker grinned and leaned in a bit. “Besides… I would of said handsome.” Sticks her glossa out playfully at him.