Ep. .5 - 'Simple Things' - Open!
Apr 1, 2012 23:33:38 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2012 23:33:38 GMT -5
Legion had been in countless bases over the course of his life. Some had been cities unto themselves, multi-storied monoliths chock-full of mechs of every description imaginable and a few better off unimagined. Others had been the polar opposites, little more than glorified holes in the wall plastered over with propaganda posters and holo-frames displaying what the lads referred to as 'anywhere but here'.
The Autobots' Earth installation somehow managed to fall right between those two extremes, and as of yet Legion couldn't decide whether he appreciated or despised that fact. Sure, he was seven shades of grateful to not have to fret about whacking his helm on every low-hanging doorframe and support strut, but the base's sprawling size coupled with its comparatively-small population left the big mech feeling a bit like the proverbial BB in the boxcar. He'd met a few of the base's inhabitants, of course- new arrivals drew mecha out of the woodwork like precious little else could- but the fact remained that he hadn't the faintest clue who nine-tenths of said inhabitants were. Velocity he remembered- a femme that drop-dead gorgeous was fokkin' hard to forget- and Blue as well- as if he'd ever forget another mech capable of challenging his title as 'Universe's Randiest Bot'- but everyone else was something of an unknown zero value. The base could be chock-full of sworn-to-celibacy warrior-priests, for all he knew, or something equally horrifying, and he wouldn't know a damn thing about it until it was too late.
...judging by the excited buzzing and chirping sounds emanating from the doorway up ahead, though, he'd find out soon enough. Slapping on his patented lopsided grin, Legion edged through aforementioned doorway and promptly froze in place. That was either some sort of cobbled-together explosive or the Game System from the Pit, and the mech messing with had to be breaking some sort of code simply by being that bright a yellow. Said eyesore was apparently oblivious to Legion's presence, utterly absorbed by the video game- Super Racer 7, an oldie but goodie- flashing on the wall-turned-screen. Legion watched him for a moment, silently marveling first at the yellow 'bot's skill, then at the sheer absurdity of such an utterly normal pasttime seeming strange.
...well that thought led nowhere fun in a great big hurry, now didn't it? Snorting at his own cloud-gathering, Legion ambled across the chamber to join Bumblebee and the Game System from the Pit.
"Yer good at tha'. Real good."
((Open to anyone who feels like bugging Legion and/or Bee. The more the merrier!))
The Autobots' Earth installation somehow managed to fall right between those two extremes, and as of yet Legion couldn't decide whether he appreciated or despised that fact. Sure, he was seven shades of grateful to not have to fret about whacking his helm on every low-hanging doorframe and support strut, but the base's sprawling size coupled with its comparatively-small population left the big mech feeling a bit like the proverbial BB in the boxcar. He'd met a few of the base's inhabitants, of course- new arrivals drew mecha out of the woodwork like precious little else could- but the fact remained that he hadn't the faintest clue who nine-tenths of said inhabitants were. Velocity he remembered- a femme that drop-dead gorgeous was fokkin' hard to forget- and Blue as well- as if he'd ever forget another mech capable of challenging his title as 'Universe's Randiest Bot'- but everyone else was something of an unknown zero value. The base could be chock-full of sworn-to-celibacy warrior-priests, for all he knew, or something equally horrifying, and he wouldn't know a damn thing about it until it was too late.
...judging by the excited buzzing and chirping sounds emanating from the doorway up ahead, though, he'd find out soon enough. Slapping on his patented lopsided grin, Legion edged through aforementioned doorway and promptly froze in place. That was either some sort of cobbled-together explosive or the Game System from the Pit, and the mech messing with had to be breaking some sort of code simply by being that bright a yellow. Said eyesore was apparently oblivious to Legion's presence, utterly absorbed by the video game- Super Racer 7, an oldie but goodie- flashing on the wall-turned-screen. Legion watched him for a moment, silently marveling first at the yellow 'bot's skill, then at the sheer absurdity of such an utterly normal pasttime seeming strange.
...well that thought led nowhere fun in a great big hurry, now didn't it? Snorting at his own cloud-gathering, Legion ambled across the chamber to join Bumblebee and the Game System from the Pit.
"Yer good at tha'. Real good."
((Open to anyone who feels like bugging Legion and/or Bee. The more the merrier!))