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i have valuable information. bring medic kit.
Who: Baelheit and Starscream
Where: An aircraft hangar somewhere near L.A.
When: Afternoon. Today-ish? Somewhere around today.
What: Baelheit and Starscream discuss the possibility of a trade of services and information.
Warnings: "starscream" is a warning in and of itself tbh
Upon their first meeting -- under unfortunately suspicious circumstances -- Baelheit had found Starscream to be a rather...well, grating personality, but when it comes right down to it, Baelheit doesn't care about personality, not when the other party has so much to offer in the way of information. What Commander Starscream knows -- if he is, in fact, telling the truth -- could advance his applied cybernetics research by years. It's impossible to tell if it will help, and while Baelheit has never considered himself an optimist, he knows there is only one way to find out.
Daimon has been aflutter in his mind with eager, hopeful whispers ever since Baelheit met Starscream, and that is enough to convince him this meeting is worth setting up. He contacts Starscream using the communications frequency left to him, arranging for them to meet at an aircraft hangar owned by an old associate of Baelheit's. He has never liked calling on favors from old TRIDENT colleagues, but the associate in question he knew from his school days, at least. And at any rate, Baelheit's curiosity always gets the better of him in cases like these. He has to know what Starscream might have to offer -- and especially why his own true form would require something as spacious as an air hangar for a simple meeting.
Baelheit, however eager to further discuss the terms of a trade, is no fool. Starscream has already proven himself to be volatile and unpredictable; Baelheit comes alone, but he does not come unprepared. Equipped with a personal shield generator, a sonic rifle, and an EMP generator -- whether it would have any effect on Starscream is dubious, but it certainly doesn't hurt -- he waits patiently in the air hangar, seated in a chair set up in the vastly empty space with a sleek black briefcase on his lap.
Where: An aircraft hangar somewhere near L.A.
When: Afternoon. Today-ish? Somewhere around today.
What: Baelheit and Starscream discuss the possibility of a trade of services and information.
Warnings: "starscream" is a warning in and of itself tbh
Upon their first meeting -- under unfortunately suspicious circumstances -- Baelheit had found Starscream to be a rather...well, grating personality, but when it comes right down to it, Baelheit doesn't care about personality, not when the other party has so much to offer in the way of information. What Commander Starscream knows -- if he is, in fact, telling the truth -- could advance his applied cybernetics research by years. It's impossible to tell if it will help, and while Baelheit has never considered himself an optimist, he knows there is only one way to find out.
Daimon has been aflutter in his mind with eager, hopeful whispers ever since Baelheit met Starscream, and that is enough to convince him this meeting is worth setting up. He contacts Starscream using the communications frequency left to him, arranging for them to meet at an aircraft hangar owned by an old associate of Baelheit's. He has never liked calling on favors from old TRIDENT colleagues, but the associate in question he knew from his school days, at least. And at any rate, Baelheit's curiosity always gets the better of him in cases like these. He has to know what Starscream might have to offer -- and especially why his own true form would require something as spacious as an air hangar for a simple meeting.
Baelheit, however eager to further discuss the terms of a trade, is no fool. Starscream has already proven himself to be volatile and unpredictable; Baelheit comes alone, but he does not come unprepared. Equipped with a personal shield generator, a sonic rifle, and an EMP generator -- whether it would have any effect on Starscream is dubious, but it certainly doesn't hurt -- he waits patiently in the air hangar, seated in a chair set up in the vastly empty space with a sleek black briefcase on his lap.
BAELHEIT IS MORE CONCERNED WITH HIS GENERAL COMPETENCE
He shifts his weight, readjusting his grip on his briefcase. "Please forward me the data you promised, and I think we should arrange for another meeting... A consultation visit, if you will. I'd like to examine you and determine the cause of your -- is there a name your people have for this condition, Commander? Being unable to transform?"
WELL THAT'S MORE REASONABLE THEN
He bottles that thought though and focuses on being remaining cooperative instead. All a means to an end. "Mode locked, is one phrase I have heard used before," he offers flatly. "And of course.... needless to say my schedule is not very restrictive, so I am available at your word."
TOTALLY JUSTIFIABLE CONCERN
no subject
no subject
That's probably stretching the definition of pleasure a bit, but Baelheit has always been cordial, if nothing else. And cordial never hurts, especially considering his next meeting with Starscream will be considerably more...invasive.