Ep. 0.5 -- "Drive - Continued" -- (Open)
Mar 13, 2012 11:07:52 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2012 11:07:52 GMT -5
(( Groundbridge from Cleaver's Ship in the Texan Wastes. ))
Cleaver's ship gave way to a room that seemed far more human military base than it did Cybertronian space ship. Sounds, different sounds flooded her ears-- music somewhere? The familiar but foreign hum of computer systems similar but different from her own, bits of conversation humming through the walls from elsewhere. The scent seemed different-- earthy and cool, with a mixture of metals, and the place, the place itself seemed underground and… small. As if meant for humans.
Slowly she sat up in Cleaver's palm, allowing her arms to drift out of the coolant tray to do so, and for a moment had almost forgotten just why they had come here, or any hurricane emotions felt before. This was the Autobot base… which meant her view of the Cybertronian natives was about to get a whole lot broader. '…Like that guy.' The backflash of the blue and green gave way to the current room inhabitants. That blue and red mech, standing tall and straight, was a mystery… But from the patient, calm air that seemed to fill the space around him she couldn't help but think he was a commander of some kind.
And then there was the woman.
Standing there near his pedes she seemed just as tall, with an air just as thick, dark hair and a look that just-- She inhaled, reminding herself again as she clenched her eyes for a moment to mentally prepare. 'Won't take that long. In, out, eat, sleep.' Her face relaxed slightly on the exhale, opening her eyes to offer a smile. "Hello…! Thanks for… letting us drop by. 'Preciate it."
Cleaver's ship gave way to a room that seemed far more human military base than it did Cybertronian space ship. Sounds, different sounds flooded her ears-- music somewhere? The familiar but foreign hum of computer systems similar but different from her own, bits of conversation humming through the walls from elsewhere. The scent seemed different-- earthy and cool, with a mixture of metals, and the place, the place itself seemed underground and… small. As if meant for humans.
Slowly she sat up in Cleaver's palm, allowing her arms to drift out of the coolant tray to do so, and for a moment had almost forgotten just why they had come here, or any hurricane emotions felt before. This was the Autobot base… which meant her view of the Cybertronian natives was about to get a whole lot broader. '…Like that guy.' The backflash of the blue and green gave way to the current room inhabitants. That blue and red mech, standing tall and straight, was a mystery… But from the patient, calm air that seemed to fill the space around him she couldn't help but think he was a commander of some kind.
And then there was the woman.
Standing there near his pedes she seemed just as tall, with an air just as thick, dark hair and a look that just-- She inhaled, reminding herself again as she clenched her eyes for a moment to mentally prepare. 'Won't take that long. In, out, eat, sleep.' Her face relaxed slightly on the exhale, opening her eyes to offer a smile. "Hello…! Thanks for… letting us drop by. 'Preciate it."