TG-'verse. Rodimus's office. The new guy.
Rodimus yawned and nearly walked into Springer's back as the green mech stopped in the door leading to his office, then stopped and gave his best friend a bemused look and a poke. //Hard to interview the new bridge when I can't even get in to see him.//
"Sorry," said Springer bemusedly, continuing inside and taking his usual place in the chair by the wall.
Rodimus only yawned again and headed for his spot by the window, but then stopped himself and blinked at the mech sitting in the chair in front of his datapad strewn desk. "Huh. Nice paint job."
"Thanks," said the young battlefield chaplain gravely, serious optics studying him with a thoughtful expression of recognition and memory.
The Autobot Prime wondered at that look, but all he said was, "Factory direct? Or is there a fan somewhere..?"
"I was created this way," said the bridge. "I'm not sure why, but I've never seen a reason to change it."
"No... I can see why you'd want to keep it." He propped his skidplate on the window ledge and leaned back with his arms crossed over his chest. "So you're Blazer."
"Yes, sir."
"Forget the sir. I'm Rodimus."
"Yes, sir... Rodimus."
He'd winced, but then perked slightly. "Huh, good job. People usually can't do that till at least the second day."
Blazer looked at him with uncertain confusion.
"Never mind." Rodimus sighed. "You know me, obviously. And the green guy's my evil sidekick, Igor."
"Springer."
"Same difference?"
"Oh, ha ha."
Blazer lacked the mystified look that most people acquired when they first witnessed the interaction between the Prime and his second. Rodimus noted this and filed it away with the look of recognition. "Anyway. You've been assigned your quarters and everything, Blazer?"
"Yes." A grave nod.
Well, the guy looked like Hot-Rod, but he sure didn't act like him. "Do you have any questions?"
"What are my duties? The mech who showed me around was unable to tell me."
"Uh...." Rodimus looked at Springer, who was busy poking around under a plate on his forearm.
He threw a soft blob of rubber that had been sitting on the sill at the green mech and turned back to Blazer. "Hang around, lend a hand where it's needed, maybe tell some new stories when we gather together in the evenings."
"Goof off till you're needed," said Springer helpfully.
Rodimus found a piece of rock that Oriana 2 had brought in and pitched that at his friend. "Basically. Though I'm pretty sure there are a lot of things to do. You're good with computers?"
"Yes, sir." Blazer nodded.
"Why don't you go see if you can help Perceptor with... whatever he's doing to Teletraan 3?"
The young mech started, optics widening ever so slightly, but nodded. "Alright."
"Go on." Rodimus waved him toward the door and watched him go, then turned to Springer. "Did you notice what I noticed?"
"Someone put chewing gum on my balance circuit."
"I meant about the new guy."
"No...?"
Rodimus frowned, suspicions mildly ruffled. "We'd better keep an optic on him."
"Sorry," said Springer bemusedly, continuing inside and taking his usual place in the chair by the wall.
Rodimus only yawned again and headed for his spot by the window, but then stopped himself and blinked at the mech sitting in the chair in front of his datapad strewn desk. "Huh. Nice paint job."
"Thanks," said the young battlefield chaplain gravely, serious optics studying him with a thoughtful expression of recognition and memory.
The Autobot Prime wondered at that look, but all he said was, "Factory direct? Or is there a fan somewhere..?"
"I was created this way," said the bridge. "I'm not sure why, but I've never seen a reason to change it."
"No... I can see why you'd want to keep it." He propped his skidplate on the window ledge and leaned back with his arms crossed over his chest. "So you're Blazer."
"Yes, sir."
"Forget the sir. I'm Rodimus."
"Yes, sir... Rodimus."
He'd winced, but then perked slightly. "Huh, good job. People usually can't do that till at least the second day."
Blazer looked at him with uncertain confusion.
"Never mind." Rodimus sighed. "You know me, obviously. And the green guy's my evil sidekick, Igor."
"Springer."
"Same difference?"
"Oh, ha ha."
Blazer lacked the mystified look that most people acquired when they first witnessed the interaction between the Prime and his second. Rodimus noted this and filed it away with the look of recognition. "Anyway. You've been assigned your quarters and everything, Blazer?"
"Yes." A grave nod.
Well, the guy looked like Hot-Rod, but he sure didn't act like him. "Do you have any questions?"
"What are my duties? The mech who showed me around was unable to tell me."
"Uh...." Rodimus looked at Springer, who was busy poking around under a plate on his forearm.
He threw a soft blob of rubber that had been sitting on the sill at the green mech and turned back to Blazer. "Hang around, lend a hand where it's needed, maybe tell some new stories when we gather together in the evenings."
"Goof off till you're needed," said Springer helpfully.
Rodimus found a piece of rock that Oriana 2 had brought in and pitched that at his friend. "Basically. Though I'm pretty sure there are a lot of things to do. You're good with computers?"
"Yes, sir." Blazer nodded.
"Why don't you go see if you can help Perceptor with... whatever he's doing to Teletraan 3?"
The young mech started, optics widening ever so slightly, but nodded. "Alright."
"Go on." Rodimus waved him toward the door and watched him go, then turned to Springer. "Did you notice what I noticed?"
"Someone put chewing gum on my balance circuit."
"I meant about the new guy."
"No...?"
Rodimus frowned, suspicions mildly ruffled. "We'd better keep an optic on him."