Auspex's 'verse. Sanctuary of Primus. Brothers on the roof.
"How long do we have to stay here?" Apoleia looked out across the metallic plain with a frown.
"Till Blackout calls us back, or when the time's up." Requiem poked at Beamrider and got beeped at.
"What is the point? We could better use this time to serve Blackout!" The younger brother gave the elder an impatient scowl.
"We're using it to serve Primus," said Requiem unflappably as he hunkered down and scanned their surroundings.
"I serve only Blackout! This is...."
"Blackout serves Primus, and so I do too," Requiem smoothly cut across the zealous rant.
Apoleia stared at him. "She never told me that."
"Maybe if you'd shut up sometimes and let her talk she'd try to." Requiem looked up at him with a mixture of humor and exasperation. "All we ever hear is you preaching about how great she is. She probably can't even process past all the noise."
"But she is great!"
"Yeah, and she knows it, so she doesn't need a rookie like you to tell her." The grey-black osprey-former snorted at his brother.
"But... why does she serve Primus?" Apoleia looked crestfallen despite Toyrt-Mow's patting of his shoulder.
"Why do you serve her?"
"She's my creator, and she's larger and much wiser than I am."
"Give the glitch a prize." Requiem ejected a paint shell from his arm gun and started taking the weapon apart in a swift feild strip.
"What do you... he's much wiser than Blackout, and created her?" Apoleia blinked.
"And a slag of a lot bigger." Gun reassembled, Requiem started on the next one. Then, spurred by elder brother mischief, he added, "And he just heard you dissing him, too."
Apoleia was very quiet for the rest of the shift.
"Till Blackout calls us back, or when the time's up." Requiem poked at Beamrider and got beeped at.
"What is the point? We could better use this time to serve Blackout!" The younger brother gave the elder an impatient scowl.
"We're using it to serve Primus," said Requiem unflappably as he hunkered down and scanned their surroundings.
"I serve only Blackout! This is...."
"Blackout serves Primus, and so I do too," Requiem smoothly cut across the zealous rant.
Apoleia stared at him. "She never told me that."
"Maybe if you'd shut up sometimes and let her talk she'd try to." Requiem looked up at him with a mixture of humor and exasperation. "All we ever hear is you preaching about how great she is. She probably can't even process past all the noise."
"But she is great!"
"Yeah, and she knows it, so she doesn't need a rookie like you to tell her." The grey-black osprey-former snorted at his brother.
"But... why does she serve Primus?" Apoleia looked crestfallen despite Toyrt-Mow's patting of his shoulder.
"Why do you serve her?"
"She's my creator, and she's larger and much wiser than I am."
"Give the glitch a prize." Requiem ejected a paint shell from his arm gun and started taking the weapon apart in a swift feild strip.
"What do you... he's much wiser than Blackout, and created her?" Apoleia blinked.
"And a slag of a lot bigger." Gun reassembled, Requiem started on the next one. Then, spurred by elder brother mischief, he added, "And he just heard you dissing him, too."
Apoleia was very quiet for the rest of the shift.