Ep0.5 - Sandy Scrublands [Closed]
Jan 12, 2012 22:27:02 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2012 22:27:02 GMT -5
A lone rhinocerous grazed on twisted-scrubby vegetation, munching his way through it with single-minded, unhurried determination. It was a fine figure of a beast, its leathery hide thick and proudly displaying the occasional scar from who knew what sort of battles, but fighting was the last thing on the rhino's mind if the lazy twitch of its tail was any indication. This beast was exactly where it wanted to be, doing what it wanted to be doing, and all was right with its world.
"Magnificent."
Its observer lay belly-down on a sandy knoll some distance away, so as not to disturb its peace. Rhinox had been watching the organic eat for the past four hours, and his servos were starting to cramp up, but by Primus, he didn't care. He was having more fun than he'd had in a very, very long time. This planet was amazing! He'd barely seen any of the dominant species - he was saving that wonderful experience for later - but on his trek from the ship's crash site, he'd catalogued a double handful of new species, started to categorize them into groups by structure, and he knew he'd barely even scratched the surface of this planet's biodiversity. Not since Cybertron had Rhinox been so in love.
The rhinocerous trotted off, having reduced the bush it was eating to barren sticks; "Thank you, my friend, and farewell," Rhinox murmured, and pushed himself painfully to his feet. As much as he loved this planet, the dirt and sand was not doing his quick patch jobs on himself any favors. He winced, trotted around in a circle to get his energon flowing again, and then forced himself past pain into his transformation sequence. The four-wheeled, high-clearanced altmode was just enough like his old one to be comfortable; like the rhino, it was well-adapted to the rough environment and as tough as tough came.
Once he was moving, Rhinox didn't feel the pain so much. That was usually how it worked. He did, however, have more attention trained on his sensors, and it wasn't long before he picked up a blip: a Cybertronian energy signature, strong and unmistakable. His spark leaped within him.
After so long... is it possible?
Rhinox sped up to find the source. Autobot or Decepticon - after his long, desperate solitude, it almost didn't matter, to a spark starved for company and connection.
"Magnificent."
Its observer lay belly-down on a sandy knoll some distance away, so as not to disturb its peace. Rhinox had been watching the organic eat for the past four hours, and his servos were starting to cramp up, but by Primus, he didn't care. He was having more fun than he'd had in a very, very long time. This planet was amazing! He'd barely seen any of the dominant species - he was saving that wonderful experience for later - but on his trek from the ship's crash site, he'd catalogued a double handful of new species, started to categorize them into groups by structure, and he knew he'd barely even scratched the surface of this planet's biodiversity. Not since Cybertron had Rhinox been so in love.
The rhinocerous trotted off, having reduced the bush it was eating to barren sticks; "Thank you, my friend, and farewell," Rhinox murmured, and pushed himself painfully to his feet. As much as he loved this planet, the dirt and sand was not doing his quick patch jobs on himself any favors. He winced, trotted around in a circle to get his energon flowing again, and then forced himself past pain into his transformation sequence. The four-wheeled, high-clearanced altmode was just enough like his old one to be comfortable; like the rhino, it was well-adapted to the rough environment and as tough as tough came.
Once he was moving, Rhinox didn't feel the pain so much. That was usually how it worked. He did, however, have more attention trained on his sensors, and it wasn't long before he picked up a blip: a Cybertronian energy signature, strong and unmistakable. His spark leaped within him.
After so long... is it possible?
Rhinox sped up to find the source. Autobot or Decepticon - after his long, desperate solitude, it almost didn't matter, to a spark starved for company and connection.