The next couple of days passed by rather quietly, almost un-noticed; Bluezone had not yet returned, Deszetra had spent most of her time with Sky Rocket, learning how to dress wounds, and stop bleeding, and all that stuff medics should know. She tried to brush away the quiet moment between her and Megatron, barely speaking to him, one could say avoiding him, for that small touch was almost as gentle as Orion once was. Almost.
Deszetra blinked, staring at the computer screen blankly, noting that Bluezone's signal had disappeared. Hm. "Hey Sky Rocket?" The medic didn't look up from the microscope she was looking into; Dezzy remembered her mentioning one of the vehicons being ill, perhaps she's testing his energon. "Hmm?" Without hesitation the femme began, "I've been monitoring Blue's signal, just... taking precautions, and... it's gone. Any idea what that's about?"
This made Sky Rocket look up briefly, blinking in thought before returning her optics to the microscope. "Nupe."
Well she really cares. Gesturing to the computer screen, Deszetra added, "is that all your going to say? When a comrade's signal disappeared? Are you not concerned for Bluezone?"
"Not exactly. Seen that mech in action-- he's a rough an' tumble kinda guy. He'll be just shiny." Shrugging, Sky Rocket replied simply.
"Sky Rocket!"
A growl escaping her throat, the medic shook her helm and joined Deszetra beside the computer. "Well, it looks like he's found the planet," she said, her optics scanning the computer screen, "maybe because he's so far out we've lost the fix on his coordinates. No biggie. Quit worrying. We'd be lucky if he got hit by a meteor on his way back-- it don't matter."
Sky Rocket returned to her work as Deszetra stood at the computer, her optics still locked on where his signal used to be: right before he reached Earth. Maybe Sky Rocket is right. Bluezone is tough.
She had been doing some research when she wasn't staring at Blue's life signal. Research about Earth-- the funny sounding accents, the pretty art and architecture, the social system, the jobs-- she took particular interest in the music. Some humans had the most well made voice boxes. A lot of the songs sounded amazing to Dezzy, and occasionally she would find herself singing one to herself quietly. This is what those fleshlings do all the time..
"Deszetra!" Her com link suddenly rang, interrupting her thoughts. Megatron.
"Yes, my liege?" Hiding her dismay of hearing his voice, she replied back.
"Come to the control room. Now."
"On my way." Turning off the com link, Deszetra turned to Sky Rocket. "Tall Loud and Depressing wants me."
"Mm." The medic replied, optics still in the microscope.
Thinking for a second, Dezzy decided to actually test if she was listening. "I'm gonna rip off his servo and feed it to Soundwave."
"Mm. Have fun." Sky Rocket didn't even look up.
With a sigh, Deszetra stepped through the door and strode down the corridor. She hummed and murmured the lyrics to Starts With Goodbye by some human named Carrie Underwood, one of many songs she had memorized. Wonder how angry Megatron will be if he finds out I spend most of my research on songs. The thought crossed her processor lightly as she gingerly stepped into the control room. Megatron stood behind Soundwave, but quickly turned around and took a step towards her upon noticing her presence. "Deszetra."
"How may I serve you, my Lord?"
The warlord blinked in thought before replying, "how goes your research?"
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