[This would be so easier if their universes shared this, but no. Life is never that easy and the day continues to go down the drain.
Arcus doesn't quite sigh, but it's close to it. He doesn't regret the earlier remark, not when he meant every word. Yet all it did was make life harder. He doesn't expect this to do anything, or even be accepted, yet it is still ventured, the glyphs attached signalling an honest statement.] It was active in society pre-war, especially amongst the Disposable class and lowest castes.
[Yet, the resentment is palatable as he sweeps a hand over his frame. Military caste, yes, but also gunformer. While he leaves it at that, there are a few times his vocaliser clicks back on, only for Arcus to think better of it and click it off. But, eventually, he settles on something that, while, yes, is literally opening up the possibility of pettiness, should mollify the Seeker.]
[ Starscream hmms thoughtfully, but that made sense. Even aerials, who were almost completely excluded from the academic castes and regulated to travel and military work, were far from Disposable class.
The invitation to supply a confirming order, though... yes, he does want to issue one more, and it has nothing to do with a baseline. ]
There is an organic, a human, aboard the R2. Her name is Jaisyn Solo; she commonly goes by Jane. She is also not to be harmed, either through direct action or negligence. Is that understood?
[On one hand, no stupid order, for now. On the other-
There s a long -almost too long- moment of silence as Vos stares, optics bright in shock and confusion, as if the Winglord's grown two heads or lost his mind. Both, even. Then his head dips once in a firm nod.
Yeah that's all Starscream's getting in way of 'I understand'. Arcus is trying very hard not to make a snide remark or ten about this.]
[ Choosing to issue that order, to single Jane out, is a calculated risk, and Starscream is placing a grudging amount of trust that Arcus is telling the truth about the obedience coding. And Arcus' reaction frankly... does not leave Starscream with positive vibes. ]
I trust you will not give me reasons to be more... restrictive, with you.
[ He's not fooling either of them with the niceties. ]
Don't misunderstand: I am not interested in lengthening your list of standing orders beyond what I feel is necessary for my safety aboard this ship. But do not mistake that as a lack of willingness to do so.
[ Does that make it better or worse, that Starscream doesn't want to but would anyway? Dealer's choice. ]
Then for the moment we do not have anything else to discuss.
[ No mode-lock order for now. No revocation of the Primal Vernacular permission. But certainly a hardline on the willingness to restrict those and even more freedoms if pushed. And Starscream will not forget the threats made if the coding should ever fail. ]
[The fact that he's coming out of this not really having to prove it works is unexpected and suspect, but he won't look too deeply into it, yet. Nor will he complain. Small 'blessings' where they come, after all.]
By your leave, then.
[Once dismissed, he's going to head on out and very much to the other side of the ship to digest everything that's happened so far.]
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Arcus doesn't quite sigh, but it's close to it. He doesn't regret the earlier remark, not when he meant every word. Yet all it did was make life harder. He doesn't expect this to do anything, or even be accepted, yet it is still ventured, the glyphs attached signalling an honest statement.] It was active in society pre-war, especially amongst the Disposable class and lowest castes.
[Yet, the resentment is palatable as he sweeps a hand over his frame. Military caste, yes, but also gunformer. While he leaves it at that, there are a few times his vocaliser clicks back on, only for Arcus to think better of it and click it off. But, eventually, he settles on something that, while, yes, is literally opening up the possibility of pettiness, should mollify the Seeker.]
You wanted to do a baseline test?
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The invitation to supply a confirming order, though... yes, he does want to issue one more, and it has nothing to do with a baseline. ]
There is an organic, a human, aboard the R2. Her name is Jaisyn Solo; she commonly goes by Jane. She is also not to be harmed, either through direct action or negligence. Is that understood?
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There s a long -almost too long- moment of silence as Vos stares, optics bright in shock and confusion, as if the Winglord's grown two heads or lost his mind. Both, even. Then his head dips once in a firm nod.
Yeah that's all Starscream's getting in way of 'I understand'. Arcus is trying very hard not to make a snide remark or ten about this.]
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I trust you will not give me reasons to be more... restrictive, with you.
[ He's not fooling either of them with the niceties. ]
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That won't be required. Sir, even if I don't like an order, I will obey it. [Truth, truth, honest truth--!]
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[ Does that make it better or worse, that Starscream doesn't want to but would anyway? Dealer's choice. ]
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And then there's a deadpan stare, and, dryly:] You don't say.
[How the frag an organic factors into all of this, he doesn't know and he's not inclined to ask right now.]
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[ No mode-lock order for now. No revocation of the Primal Vernacular permission. But certainly a hardline on the willingness to restrict those and even more freedoms if pushed. And Starscream will not forget the threats made if the coding should ever fail. ]
Wrap?
By your leave, then.
[Once dismissed, he's going to head on out and very much to the other side of the ship to digest everything that's happened so far.]