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"Not typically," He's not in the habit of giving anyone anything in fact, "However, a medic I know had shown me something he received from a patient as a gift. I simply thought to exchange in kind for giving him a chance to relax for once." Primus knows that jet doesn't do it often enough.
Lieutenant takes the glass to raise it to toast the mech, before taking a sip. He may not be much for high grade himself, but it's a courtesy to show there's been no tampering involved.
Ghostspire is handed a bottle of wine. Probably not as nice as he’s used to but Lieutenant’s not exactly a connoisseur; he just aimed for the same year.
Give my muse an item and see how they react!
He looks at the green mech for a very long moment before taking the bottle. A new person giving him things was... Not the safest.
But he cracks it open, grabs two glasses and pours them out. And gives one to him.
"In the habit of giving random mechs booze?"
Bold and foolish. Lieutenant happens to keep tabs on who might be in the profession of coming to claim him. This one, however, he didn’t know as much as he’d like to. Even after the war, one can never learn too much to keep those they care about safe.
Standing in Ghostspire’s presence he can already sense something off about the mech. An unknown that he’s not comfortable with. He hates not knowing.
“Consider this an attempt at a peace offering,” Lieutenant replies, setting his drink aside, “You do not bring me in, and I continue to mind my own business.”
Of course, he rather doubts someone who could afford the bottle gifted to Pharma is in such dire need of Shanix.
Ghostspire is handed a bottle of wine. Probably not as nice as he’s used to but Lieutenant’s not exactly a connoisseur; he just aimed for the same year.
Give my muse an item and see how they react!
He looks at the green mech for a very long moment before taking the bottle. A new person giving him things was... Not the safest.
But he cracks it open, grabs two glasses and pours them out. And gives one to him.
"In the habit of giving random mechs booze?"
“Why?” Lieutenant raised an optic ridge, “What hunt is that? Bringing in one of the biggest bounties of your career simply because the mech is standing there? Practically handing himself to you on a silver platter? That will be seen to be the actions like every other gold striped Towermech before the war.”
Lieutenant gestures at the gold strips of armor as the dead give away. Such a malleable metal that wasn’t replaced during the war. That has the Decepticon shake his head, “I will not pretend to know you, but I hazard a guess you would prefer a hunt more than the payout from that.
“Unless boredom has clouded your judgment so much that you will prefer taking an unrecoverable hit to your reputation.”
Besides, if Lieutenant was worried about getting turned in, he wouldn’t be so out in the open so often.
Ghostspire is handed a bottle of wine. Probably not as nice as he’s used to but Lieutenant’s not exactly a connoisseur; he just aimed for the same year.
Give my muse an item and see how they react!
He looks at the green mech for a very long moment before taking the bottle. A new person giving him things was... Not the safest.
But he cracks it open, grabs two glasses and pours them out. And gives one to him.
"In the habit of giving random mechs booze?"
“I never said anything against you hunting me down. Do so, if you wish.” He knows he will. Lieutenant poked a bear and he knows there will be repercussions to pay.
Lieutenant pivots a heel to turn away from Ghostspire, “However, since you seem so passionate to separate yourself from the ‘ivory tower fools’ so I hope that means you will not stoop so low to involve others in your hunt.”
If another bounty hunter even got NEAR Pharma again, they were dead. Slowly, painfully, and repetitively. Lieutenant will never allow anyone to get that close to his Conjunx again.
Ghostspire is handed a bottle of wine. Probably not as nice as he’s used to but Lieutenant’s not exactly a connoisseur; he just aimed for the same year.
Give my muse an item and see how they react!
He looks at the green mech for a very long moment before taking the bottle. A new person giving him things was... Not the safest.
But he cracks it open, grabs two glasses and pours them out. And gives one to him.
"In the habit of giving random mechs booze?"
::A suggestion, if I may; Get some fragging curtains, or dimming equipment, or something for your windows. Just a suggestion:: Said com is sent with a small datapack of very... provocative photos of Lieutenant and Pharma. Most of them are somewhat blurry, like he was hurrying to look away.
There is a loooong silence.
It's a monumental relief that Ghostpire sent these over comms, as Lieutenant can't hide his embarrassment upon seeing these photos. Nevertheless, knowing that someone's been watching him and Pharma!!
It took him a few seconds to collect himself, as merely ignoring this wasn't an option. He can't have the mech know this had any effect on him.
::We like our view unobstructed,:: He replies as dryly as he can manage, ::if you want to stalk my whereabouts I suggest not watching the Penthouse. Our actions tend to be frequent and at random occurrences.:: His cheeks burned brighter at the thought. Primus, he never thought that was something bounty hunters witnessed. It may be a good thing Pharma prefers Lockdown handle them over himself. Lieutenant couldn't bear to think of how often this may have happened.
Ped mods--? Oh, no. Lieutenant's pink face became pale as he did not want many to know about those 'mods.' Well, it wasn't the most guarded secret-- he has a plethora he'll be taking to his grave-- but a bounty hunter with that knowledge could become dangerous. He doesn't know Ghostpire well, but it's better to assume the enemy is smarter than they might be.
Besides, the less Ghost knows, the better.
::Temporary bandaging from a previous encounter,:: Lieutenant grumbles, ::Pharma and another medic thought it would be funny to make them different colors with the idea that no one would see them anyway.:: Which isn't entirely untrue, but they certainly weren't bandages. Not like the pictures could entirely say otherwise. The reactions,,, he wondered if Ghostpire had heard anything. These pictures seemed rushed so likely not, considering the bounty hunter would've absolutely heard them before seeing anything; unless morbid curiosity got the better of him. He could only guess, he dared not ask.
::Thoughtful of you not to shoot at that moment, even if the reward does was 'bring in Alive'.::
::You don't say.:: Came his sarcastic reply, adjusting the scout rifle in his arms. Aiming down the sights at a target down in the lower end of the city. ::Really, I've seen mechs with high interface drives, but that is impressive.::
As fun and embarrassing as it had been since Ghost started watching the mech, he did have a job to do. Clicking off the safety and adjusting his grip slightly.
::Also do you have ped mods? I couldn't tell if that pink was something modded or....:: He let himself trail off, letting the mech use his imagination on what he might mean.
::Medics have their own sense of humor.:: Lieutenant shrugs, dismissing it as he brings up a map on his datapad. Time to start analyzing locations and perhaps reprogramming some of the security system. ::Either way, best not to show up at all. While I might be able to forgive these photos, Pharma will not look so kindly knowing his privacy has been invaded.:: ::I did tell you best not to let him get involved,:: he taps at the datapad with the photos, despite Ghost not seeing him do it, ::this is getting him involved. And the last thing I want is to clean out another blood-filled bathtub.::
Seriously, Energon will reek for weeks in there.
Lieutenant sighed, ::You wanted to pass his whereabouts to Tarn, didn't you?:: His gaze narrowed as he looked out towards the balcony. ::I suppose I will have to get the cleaning supplies for the bathroom tomorrow then if you want to stalk me to the shops. I can let you pick out the scents you want left in your wake.::
::You don't say.:: Came his sarcastic reply, adjusting the scout rifle in his arms. Aiming down the sights at a target down in the lower end of the city. ::Really, I've seen mechs with high interface drives, but that is impressive.::
As fun and embarrassing as it had been since Ghost started watching the mech, he did have a job to do. Clicking off the safety and adjusting his grip slightly.
::Also do you have ped mods? I couldn't tell if that pink was something modded or....:: He let himself trail off, letting the mech use his imagination on what he might mean.
Oh dear Primus, not another immortal. Shame Blockade died; he would have been a big help in this area. Lieutenant wonders briefly if Nightsun's willing to take up some work. Probably not the best idea to get the harbinger involved in this matter.
::There is no 'ex' here.:: Lieutenant answered grimly, ::I am a Decepticon.:: Because if he had been an ex, his name would have been up alongside his crew's on that list. Right under... right under his Commander's name...
Lieutenant takes the pictures and not only deletes them but breaks the datapad as well before sitting on the ground.
He killed his crew. They died because of him and now Pharma,,, he might have just killed Pharma. Lieutenant's spark raced as his vents hastened. He's going to lose him, and it's all his fault, again. He hasn't changed at all. He's done it again.
Lieutenant tries to steady his ventilation to calm himself down. It takes several minutes, of trying to come back to reality. He can't risk Pharma, he can't risk hurting the one last mech he cares about to a Bounty Hunter threatening him. ::I am a Decepticon,:: he reiterates, ::just as Skyfall still is.::
He refuses to elaborate and hangs up the comlink. That planted seed just might buy him more time. Until then, he's got security to beef up, and the worst mech to make a comm call to, Lockdown.
::Ooooohhhhh~ Someone who might actually kill me! How pleasant!:: Grin just shy of to sharp and voice pitched with eagerness.
::Though I would suggest against eating me. Primus knows what virus's I'm carrying~:: Voice pitched down slight and giving a snorting chuckle before quieting at the mention of Tarn.
He hadn't thought about it really. On one servo it might gain him some favor with the notorious Decepticon. On the other he would be depriving a very dangerous bounty hunter a steady paycheck, and pissing off a potentially equally dangerous Conjunx.
::If I was why would I tell you, hmm?:: Grabbing what he needed and disappearing down alleyways, tilting his helm. ::Dealing with Tarn is dangerous business, as I'm sure you would know, ex-decepticon and all.:: Anyone would know that, really, but Decepticons seemed to know it so much more...
Intimately.
::But if I do, I would tack you on just in case. Best to cover my bases, I'd rather not hide something he wants.::
He's being sent some coordinates in Iacon. For a club in the lower ends of the city, with a nice little message.
:Meet me here, Lieutenant. I look forward to speaking with you about your medics fate:
There's a time on it to. He has 12 hours to meet him at the club, before he starts making calls.
To say Lieutenant hates this is an understatement. The message made him dead inside. He closed it out and took to his shuttle, first to stop at the hospital Pharma worked at just to drop off some flowers, a small cake, and of course plenty of kisses. His Conjunx would be busy for some time with the overwhelming amount of work lined up, so at least he knew he would be safe.
It didn’t make him worry any less, but it kept him focused. As he made the trip to Iacon to the meeting place, he responded to Ghostspire, :ETA - 06:40:00. See you then.:
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Traveling across the equator of Cybertron took hours but it settled Lieutenant’s nerves over the situation. The Decepticon found the club, glaring at the place from behind his mask. At least Ghostspire was true to his word and showed up.
Lieutenant didn’t speak to the mech, he simply stood by him, waiting for an answer on what the fate of his Conjunx would be.
The club was a nuisance. Lieutenant hated the pulsating reverberations of the music, the dancing mechs, the sensations were overwhelming. He definitely stuck out, but no more than a green flier on Cybertron already does. Nevertheless, the air about him was that he was not there for socializing. It came out loud and clear to the other party mecha.
Small mercies was Ghost bringing him to the elevator, away from the club's noise below. With that, he could more acutely sense his surroundings-- particularly helpful when they arrived on the second floor. With the mask, he could close his optics to sense for any traps that might be beneath the floor, or what weapons might be stashed away without Ghostspire seeing his rather long 'blink'. With that preliminary look out of the way, he glanced at the tinted windows, looking in the reflection to catch a glimpse of what might be out of his senses, such as the ceiling for anything that looked suspicious.
"A difficult job, but he adjusts well," Lieutenant replies a matter of factly, as he waves off the offer of a drink, "Certainly a lighter workload than what the war put medics through. Never were enough of them."
Lieutenant transforms his mask away, "We did not come here for small talk though, you called me for his fate. I would like to keep to that topic."
Lieutenant shrugged. So much for prying, but best to leave it. Ghostspire wasn't nearly as talkative as his brother, but the offer to find information about him to turn it over meant prying Skyfall for details.
There was a bit of silence, considering the proposition, before Lieutenant exhaled, "I will need better insurance you will hold up your part of this deal. Seeing as I requested you leave Pharma out of this--" a finger gestures to point at Ghost and himself "--and yet the first thing you do is us him. I do not expect Bounty Hunters to play fair, par for the course for them to do whatever they deem necessary, but you instantly turned on your own word; so do forgive my request for something more than just your say."
Five months is a reasonable timeframe, but what happens if he has to go away for long periods. What if he has to go out into space? He can't risk his Conjunx being alone for such a long period. Not to mention what would happen after he completes this.
The club was a nuisance. Lieutenant hated the pulsating reverberations of the music, the dancing mechs, the sensations were overwhelming. He definitely stuck out, but no more than a green flier on Cybertron already does. Nevertheless, the air about him was that he was not there for socializing. It came out loud and clear to the other party mecha.
Small mercies was Ghost bringing him to the elevator, away from the club's noise below. With that, he could more acutely sense his surroundings-- particularly helpful when they arrived on the second floor. With the mask, he could close his optics to sense for any traps that might be beneath the floor, or what weapons might be stashed away without Ghostspire seeing his rather long 'blink'. With that preliminary look out of the way, he glanced at the tinted windows, looking in the reflection to catch a glimpse of what might be out of his senses, such as the ceiling for anything that looked suspicious.
"A difficult job, but he adjusts well," Lieutenant replies a matter of factly, as he waves off the offer of a drink, "Certainly a lighter workload than what the war put medics through. Never were enough of them."
Lieutenant transforms his mask away, "We did not come here for small talk though, you called me for his fate. I would like to keep to that topic."
Lieutenant stepped nearer to Ghost, his smaller wings raising slightly as he got closer. That sense he had from their initial meeting was stronger. There was indeed something wrong with this mech, something internally screaming in him to run. Outwardly, he remained neutral, taking the offered datapad to have a look at the tracker himself.
It's something, some piece of mind; however, given Pharma is a medic who has treated Ghostspire before, he wouldn't doubt that the two would have paths cross again, intentional or not. Unfortunately, the tracker is not enough.
"Your consideration for time is appreciated," Lieutenant acknowledged, putting the datapad away, "There is one more thing you could provide: Tarn's current location."
Lieutenant shrugged. So much for prying, but best to leave it. Ghostspire wasn't nearly as talkative as his brother, but the offer to find information about him to turn it over meant prying Skyfall for details.
There was a bit of silence, considering the proposition, before Lieutenant exhaled, "I will need better insurance you will hold up your part of this deal. Seeing as I requested you leave Pharma out of this--" a finger gestures to point at Ghost and himself "--and yet the first thing you do is us him. I do not expect Bounty Hunters to play fair, par for the course for them to do whatever they deem necessary, but you instantly turned on your own word; so do forgive my request for something more than just your say."
Five months is a reasonable timeframe, but what happens if he has to go away for long periods. What if he has to go out into space? He can't risk his Conjunx being alone for such a long period. Not to mention what would happen after he completes this.
The laugh was chilling, it was enough to have Lieutenant take a step back from the mech for distance. He found himself taking up a small blaster in his hand, nearly ready to aim between the mech's optics. However, he kept it down, watching the mech before him shift momentarily into a creature.
Was he even dealing with a bounty hunter or was this a Dire Wraith in disguise of a Cybertronian? No, Ghostspire had nothing organic about him. He gritted his teeth as the 'mech' calmed down.
No location for Tarn, fine, he could deal with previous whereabouts and go from there if needed. "This is acceptable," Lieutenant kept his optics trained on Ghost, wary of what might come next. "I have no intentions of going after Tarn, I only care that he is not here."
Lieutenant took another step back to take his leave, "I will have everything you requested in five months. Unless there is anything else you wish to tack on."
Lieutenant stepped nearer to Ghost, his smaller wings raising slightly as he got closer. That sense he had from their initial meeting was stronger. There was indeed something wrong with this mech, something internally screaming in him to run. Outwardly, he remained neutral, taking the offered datapad to have a look at the tracker himself.
It's something, some piece of mind; however, given Pharma is a medic who has treated Ghostspire before, he wouldn't doubt that the two would have paths cross again, intentional or not. Unfortunately, the tracker is not enough.
"Your consideration for time is appreciated," Lieutenant acknowledged, putting the datapad away, "There is one more thing you could provide: Tarn's current location."
△: Why do hate Tarn?
Send an △ & ask a really invasive question
“Every Decepticon hates him. His contributions to the Decepticons showed how we became the worse than the functionalists that were meant to be overthrown. Killing former Decepticons for making a choice all of their own? For daring to step out of line? He forgets the reason we fought in the first place, and for that, my crew had to be executed for making the first choices they ever got to have. The only time they got to choose their own path and they were killed senselessly for it.”
9/10 - Hatred. Do not make me come over there.
△: Would you really be able to defend Pharma if it came to Tarn?
Send an △ & ask a really invasive question
"I am not so delusional to think I could win a fight with Tarn. However, I know with certainty I could provide critical injuries to the mech to give Pharma a few days' head start to run away if it came to. For the time being, I can only protect him by keeping optics and audio out for where that psychopath might be."
9/10 - Are you done?
△: Are those really bandages on your peds?
Send an △ & ask a really invasive question
.... Excuse him, he has to double-check if he's allowed to lie.
"They are actually--" OOPS DISCONNECTED! Silly him, looks like the datanet cut out. Oh nooo,,, now excuse him, he has a night of drinking ahead of him.
8/10 - Mind your own business! Pllbbbtt!
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Send "💤" & I will reveal my muse's Bedtime Routines / Sleeping Habits.
Lieutenant has no true sleep schedule; he tends to take 'naps' during the day. Sometimes once or twice a day, other times he sleeps through the night. There's no way to set a watch for it, hence why he should be taking his meds for it. However, he's usually too busy at night dragging a certain workaholic to bed and making sure he stays there. >8C
::So... how're the new shoes treating you? Comfy?:: He sounds so, so amused.
::Silver linings, yes.:: Lieutenant growls back, his wings raised irritated, ::Come out from wherever you are so you can die underneath them.::
::Stepping on me? For free? Now you should charge for a service like that! Im flattered you would do it for free for me~::
Lieutenant is usually more composed but, alas, even he has his limits.
::GET OUT OF MY COMMS, YOU STAR SPRINKLED GNAT::
…
::please. Thank you.::
Click.
::You know, I was thinking, those little froggies actually make you look better! Almost fraggable even!::
:: I think that says more about you than me. The fact that you are thinking about me is a first. You have missed harassing me since the last we spoke, clearly. ::