Briefing [Proteus didn't really consider the noodlebot drone anything more than a primitive set of eyes and possible supply carrier. He most definitely didn't want his face associated with it. Would you put your face on a toaster?]
[It did have a hastily scribbled attempt at the Senate insignia that was later blocked out at his request. Go figure, none of the engineers in charge of plate design were very good at drawing, and he wasn't about to have the Cybertronian Senate associated with a barely functional, hastily assorted jumble of metal rods and wires.]
[What did that leave? A big, empty, scribbly chasm of black. For a face. It was a pretty accurate representation of his spark, let's be real here. But hey, if you make a habit of talking to what essentially equates to a camera, go ahead and interact with it. Proteus might even reply if you're insistent enough.]
Hangar Bay [Proteus was on the move as soon as the briefing was over. He'd made notes of details of the situation, of the people who spoke, and of the other Cybertronians he'd shared his company with. Most of the names meant nothing to him, until he scrolled down to the word 'Shockwave'. Of Course. Of all the individuals he could be trapped with.]
[He stewed irritably a bit over the revelation of who his "fellow" Cybertronians crewmates would be. Barring Sentinel Prime, they were political enemies or low-class, faceless denizens. And here he'd be attempting to defend them. Nonetheless, he kept in mind that he had a dinner date with the Captain of the Rasputin, and he didn't plan on making them (or himself) wait. There was a small window of opportunity here to launch a more favorable relationship with someone who had influence over their lives, and he fully intended on taking it.]
[So that's thirty feet of jet robot with a single goal of reaching the shuttle docks. Probably not going to stop unless there's a particularly good reason and/or another jet robot-sized individual decides to make themselves a physical wall.]
Proteus | Transformers IDW | Open and holyshit wall to wall robots
[Proteus didn't really consider the noodlebot drone anything more than a primitive set of eyes and possible supply carrier. He most definitely didn't want his face associated with it. Would you put your face on a toaster?]
[It did have a hastily scribbled attempt at the Senate insignia that was later blocked out at his request. Go figure, none of the engineers in charge of plate design were very good at drawing, and he wasn't about to have the Cybertronian Senate associated with a barely functional, hastily assorted jumble of metal rods and wires.]
[What did that leave? A big, empty, scribbly chasm of black. For a face. It was a pretty accurate representation of his spark, let's be real here. But hey, if you make a habit of talking to what essentially equates to a camera, go ahead and interact with it. Proteus might even reply if you're insistent enough.]
Hangar Bay
[Proteus was on the move as soon as the briefing was over. He'd made notes of details of the situation, of the people who spoke, and of the other Cybertronians he'd shared his company with. Most of the names meant nothing to him, until he scrolled down to the word 'Shockwave'. Of Course. Of all the individuals he could be trapped with.]
[He stewed irritably a bit over the revelation of who his "fellow" Cybertronians crewmates would be. Barring Sentinel Prime, they were political enemies or low-class, faceless denizens. And here he'd be attempting to defend them. Nonetheless, he kept in mind that he had a dinner date with the Captain of the Rasputin, and he didn't plan on making them (or himself) wait. There was a small window of opportunity here to launch a more favorable relationship with someone who had influence over their lives, and he fully intended on taking it.]
[So that's thirty feet of jet robot with a single goal of reaching the shuttle docks. Probably not going to stop unless there's a particularly good reason and/or another jet robot-sized individual decides to make themselves a physical wall.]