Then I Saw You

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Characters: Swindle , @lightspeed
Location: Main Engineering Laboratory
Content Warnings: Potential idiocy, crushing, and 'swindling'
Plot Summary: Swindle meets Lightspeed for the first time.

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The femme, as if crafted to be a model, certainly did not fit into the laboratory setting. Nonetheless, she was one of the most prized Decepticon engineers, and she never ceased working. Typing quickly away at her data pad, she began to work on a holographic model of a canon. The same canon Hypnos had found her working on, actually. But this time, she knew a little better what she was doing and begun to draw the basic design.

Several vehicons every once and a while would filter into her laboratory, fetching her supplies, bothering her, and lingering (to her spark's discontent). As yet another figure entered her lab, she nearly grumbled and tossed something at the wall, but instead, she heaved a sigh and turned on her heeled pedes. Who was this new visitor?

Ah. She immediately recognized him as Swindle, the local and pushy entrepreneur. Narrowing her optics slightly, she crossed her arms, arching her brow. 

"Is there something you fellas need or are you simply here to interrupt my work."

[Swindle]

The Nemesis was never Swindle's style. Too drab, not enough flash. It was also partially the reason he'd 'acquired' his own vessel to fly round the stars in. A blatantly Decepticon warship pulling up into a merchant's port set off more than a few alarms, while a ship that looked like it was hauling valuables around did not. In fact it was welcomed, even. The gunmetal gray and purple lighting definitely wasn't playing to the Decepticon's lavish lifestyle. He'd need to talk to Megatron about maybe encrusting a few of the doors with jewels. He knew Knock Out would understand, at least.

The engineer, Lightspeed was her name, was occupying the bay at the moment. He'd been hoping to possibly cop a few designs off of Shockwave, but she would do for now. She wasn't too bad to look at, either. The arms dealer sauntered in with swagger and purpose, and a slick smile painted on his face. He ignored her question for the moment, taking the time to look over each and every little detail. Swindle's optics froze on the hologram taking up a fair bit of the room.

"Directed energy weapon? Or is it sonic? Quantum? Ionic? Flechette?"