[Prowl is waiting for him, realizing this little stunt of theirs would be a perfect cover story for any covert communication they wished to do. Maybe this whole 'dating' misinterpretation could be used to their advantage.
When Getaway arrives, he is officious and in-control and perfectly sober. Not the least bit the vulnerable Autobot of the nights prior. Maybe he can make this work after all.]
We should keep this under an hour, before the Vehicons pay too close attention.
[The vibe is very stern right now though, but Getaway can work with this. Getaway sits himself down on the couch and waits for Prowl to sit down next to him. He holds out his hands, waiting for the other Autobot to take them while allowing his gaze to appreciatively travel up and down Prowl's body. Prowl isn't too much taller than him, but he is wider and more compact. Getaway remembers from that night that he is very heavy, and he's kind of into that.]
[Prowl notices Getaway checking him out. Yes. He has a body. He's had his frame commented on multiple times since the Earth mission and it was getting old. He looks back at Getaway with the most clinical stare he can muster to communicate that this was business.
Then, sitting down on the couch, he grasps his hands.]
Let's begin with the second departure of the Lost Light. Megatron's presence must have left an ominous air on the ship, I imagine.
I had a plan in place before we departed. I was planning on taking Rodimus' ship, with or without Megatron there, but him being there worked in my favour. His presence didn't exactly generate a lot of goodwill towards Autobot high command.
Weeding out all the ones who were sympathetic to Megatron was easy. Especially with the nudge gun.
[Which he thinks Prowl wants to ask about too. Despite the nature of their conversation, Getaway allows his touch to to linger between words, or to run a little further along Prowl's fingers in a way that's considered sensual in chirolinguistics. The tension in the room cranks up a notch.]
[His expression sharpens. He can sense Getaway's intentions, but opts to ignore them. His words remain entirely airtight and clean.]
Keeping the nudge gun and taking Rodimus' ship runs outside your mission parameters. Is there a reason you decided to pursue this? With lack of communication, no less. Under ordinary circumstances this would be considered going rogue.
[It is a bit of a reprimand, but it is not too scathing. He wants to inquire and know Getaway's answers.]
[Getaway's hands tightens for a moment, before loosening.]
Because I wanted to get the job done, and Rodimus wasn't cutting it. He was always meandering about, answering every distress signal, taking on every possible adventure. If it was left up to him, then it would have taken us centuries to finally reach Cyberpedia and find the Knights of Cybertron. The lack of communication was a... side effect of everything that happened.
So I guess I did go rogue. Sorry, boss.
[With an amused expression that says he's not very sorry at all.]
[Strangely enough, Prowl doesn't seem too upset. Hadn't he also gone rogue by disobeying and undermining Optimus? It was apparently enough to kick him off planet.]
I'm sure Megatron was banking on that.
[Prowl manages to squeeze quite a bit of bitterness into the expression of his fingers. His mouth pulls back into a wry smile.]
Your sentiments are not unfounded. From the perspective of someone who's served under multiple Primes, I have a bit of insight for you.
[Getaway lets go of one of Prowl's hands, draping it around the back of the couch. He keeps a hold of the other hand, allowing it to drop to the side.]
Leaders like him are what happen when your command structure rewards reckless actions, and superstitious traditions. All of the matrix bearers had this characteristic, in one form or another.
Cunning and competence come tertiary among us, I’m afraid.
[ a gentle prod. He had memorized Getaway’s dossier. Prowl gives his hand a light squeeze to indicate him to continue his report. ]
[This is all well and good, but Getaway needs some clarification here.]
You know, I'm getting mixed signals here.
[Getaway says finally, deciding to just go for it.]
Are you really saying that you invited me here, to your room, while saying that we only had an hour to do this, and you actually do just want to talk about reports?
I guess I shouldn't be surprised from someone who rants about administrative nonsense when you're blackout drunk.
[Getaway is actually inclined to say yes, but at least know he knows what vibe they're going with. Besides, he finds he enjoys Prowl's cold and bitchy jabs.]
I was approaching you with an ulterior motive and have been trying to flirt with you this entire time.
But it seems I misread your intentions, so, like, my bad.
Oh, we've barely scratched the surface. Next time, you're going to explain to me how your scheming led to you selling the life chords of your crewmates. And your reasoning better be immaculate.
[ He sounds irritated, though Prowl doesn't immediately throw him out of the room. He most certainly could.
[This is the weirdest courtship ritual or whatever he's ever done.]
I employed a Mnemosurgeon known as Sunder and that was his price. He had the power to mind control an entire ship full of people simply by existing on it.
As if you wouldn't do the same if you had that power at your disposal.
Had nothing to do with me. It was just the Megatron's little fanclub's bad luck that they were there at all. Despite what anyone would say, I never anticipated that they would get involved.
[Which, surprisingly, is the truth.]
It wasn't my intention for any of the "Rod Squad" to die [Besides Megatron] when I marooned them.
["The Rod Squad". Primus, no wonder Rodimus had a mutiny planned against him.]
With all the ways I've sullied my hands in the past four million years, I can't help but feel more appalled by how sloppy your methods were than anything else. You really went completely off the rails.
[If anyone else pointed out Getaway's flaws in such a way, Getaway would murder them on the spot, cut up the body, and throw the pieces into space one by one. The only reason why he doesn't do this right now to Prowl is because Getaway is hoping to get some.]
I've got a few ideas on what we can fill those 30 minutes with.
[He says huskily, sliding closer and pulling himself up against Prowl at a side angle, as Prowl's enormous chest stops anyone from approaching him from the front.]
[ A SLY GRIN. He is completely stone-cold sober, but he doesn't seem to mind Getaway sidling up to him. Maybe a no dates, make-outs and booze only affair is exactly what can work.
Prowl doesn't allow himself to be quite so vulnerable without a dozen glasses down the gullet, so he'll make the first move. He grasps Getaway's chin to line up their eyes, leaning forward to get even closer. He always was a bit of a control freak. ]
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Yes, I would like an update. However, it would be unwise to speak of it aloud with Soundwave monitoring this ship.
Meet me in my quarters.
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Understood, I will be there shortly.
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When Getaway arrives, he is officious and in-control and perfectly sober. Not the least bit the vulnerable Autobot of the nights prior. Maybe he can make this work after all.]
We should keep this under an hour, before the Vehicons pay too close attention.
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[The vibe is very stern right now though, but Getaway can work with this. Getaway sits himself down on the couch and waits for Prowl to sit down next to him. He holds out his hands, waiting for the other Autobot to take them while allowing his gaze to appreciatively travel up and down Prowl's body. Prowl isn't too much taller than him, but he is wider and more compact. Getaway remembers from that night that he is very heavy, and he's kind of into that.]
Let's start.
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Then, sitting down on the couch, he grasps his hands.]
Let's begin with the second departure of the Lost Light. Megatron's presence must have left an ominous air on the ship, I imagine.
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Weeding out all the ones who were sympathetic to Megatron was easy. Especially with the nudge gun.
[Which he thinks Prowl wants to ask about too. Despite the nature of their conversation, Getaway allows his touch to to linger between words, or to run a little further along Prowl's fingers in a way that's considered sensual in chirolinguistics. The tension in the room cranks up a notch.]
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Keeping the nudge gun and taking Rodimus' ship runs outside your mission parameters. Is there a reason you decided to pursue this? With lack of communication, no less. Under ordinary circumstances this would be considered going rogue.
[It is a bit of a reprimand, but it is not too scathing. He wants to inquire and know Getaway's answers.]
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Because I wanted to get the job done, and Rodimus wasn't cutting it. He was always meandering about, answering every distress signal, taking on every possible adventure. If it was left up to him, then it would have taken us centuries to finally reach Cyberpedia and find the Knights of Cybertron. The lack of communication was a... side effect of everything that happened.
So I guess I did go rogue. Sorry, boss.
[With an amused expression that says he's not very sorry at all.]
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[Strangely enough, Prowl doesn't seem too upset. Hadn't he also gone rogue by disobeying and undermining Optimus? It was apparently enough to kick him off planet.]
I'm sure Megatron was banking on that.
[Prowl manages to squeeze quite a bit of bitterness into the expression of his fingers. His mouth pulls back into a wry smile.]
Your sentiments are not unfounded. From the perspective of someone who's served under multiple Primes, I have a bit of insight for you.
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Do tell.
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Cunning and competence come tertiary among us, I’m afraid.
[ a gentle prod. He had memorized Getaway’s dossier. Prowl gives his hand a light squeeze to indicate him to continue his report. ]
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You know, I'm getting mixed signals here.
[Getaway says finally, deciding to just go for it.]
Are you really saying that you invited me here, to your room, while saying that we only had an hour to do this, and you actually do just want to talk about reports?
I guess I shouldn't be surprised from someone who rants about administrative nonsense when you're blackout drunk.
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[LOOK AT HIM, look at how pissy his face is. he couldn't unclench enough while sober to even try.]
I'll answer that for you: I don't.
Unless when you asked to continue your report, you were approaching me with ulterior motives?
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I was approaching you with an ulterior motive and have been trying to flirt with you this entire time.
But it seems I misread your intentions, so, like, my bad.
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[optics narrow]
I can't believe I've had to explain this for the eighth time this week: I don't date.
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Who said anything about dating? I'm hardly in love with you.
I just like your frame, is all.
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The reason I invited you to my quarters is because I inspected it to debug and remove any monitoring equipment.
So how are we going to differentiate between business, and whatever nonsense you assumed just now?
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[Getaway suggests, inching closer a touch.]
And we've already done a whole lot of business. You did say we were short on time after all.
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[ He sounds irritated, though Prowl doesn't immediately throw him out of the room. He most certainly could.
Careful where you touch next, Getaway.]
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I employed a Mnemosurgeon known as Sunder and that was his price. He had the power to mind control an entire ship full of people simply by existing on it.
As if you wouldn't do the same if you had that power at your disposal.
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[Of course Prowl knows about him. Because he's Prowl.]
Utilizing something that dangerous is reckless. You don't need to explain the rest, I'm not surprised it blew up in your face.
Now, the DJD?
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Had nothing to do with me. It was just the Megatron's little fanclub's bad luck that they were there at all. Despite what anyone would say, I never anticipated that they would get involved.
[Which, surprisingly, is the truth.]
It wasn't my intention for any of the "Rod Squad" to die [Besides Megatron] when I marooned them.
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["The Rod Squad". Primus, no wonder Rodimus had a mutiny planned against him.]
With all the ways I've sullied my hands in the past four million years, I can't help but feel more appalled by how sloppy your methods were than anything else. You really went completely off the rails.
[he leans back comfortably, now]
We have thirty minutes.
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I've got a few ideas on what we can fill those 30 minutes with.
[He says huskily, sliding closer and pulling himself up against Prowl at a side angle, as Prowl's enormous chest stops anyone from approaching him from the front.]
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Prowl doesn't allow himself to be quite so vulnerable without a dozen glasses down the gullet, so he'll make the first move. He grasps Getaway's chin to line up their eyes, leaning forward to get even closer. He always was a bit of a control freak. ]
If they're good enough, I'll even consider them.