Meet Your Superior-AutobotClub

Dee Ess wandered down the hall, staring at the datapad in hand when he reached the room he was told to go to, entering it as it opened before him.  Inside was an office, a visored mech sitting behind the desk with his feet propped up on the top and looking up from his own datapad.

The black mech saluted, his long doorwings stiff behind him.  “Autobot Dee Ess report for duty!”

The visored mech’s feet hit the floor as he studied Dee Ess and the new mech refused the urge to fidget.  Or talk nervously.  He always talked unless his mask forced him to be silent.

After a minute of the both of them studying the other, the visored mech got to his feet, walked out from behind his desk and went up to Dee Ess.  He studied Dee Ess’s face.  Which was about a head higher than his.

“Yer awfully tall to be a scout class of Special Ops.”

Dee Ess grinned.  “I get told that a lot, sir.”