Ep0 - Hanger 13 - 'The Eve of an Ending' - Closer
Dec 26, 2011 16:54:39 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2011 16:54:39 GMT -5
The calibrations to fully integrate Fairwind's minute physical form and processor into the Phantom were completed, and the cassette was almost entirely comfortable in the ship's framework - as if she'd been sparked into it. After the power surges had blistered the ship's AI aside long enough for her to get in, everything going according to plan and exceeding Shockwave's expectations in terms of speed and efficiency, Fairwinds had been left alone to psychologically adjust.
The old but still deeply childish femme had gotten bored after ten minutes without access to the Nemesis or anyone on it. Soundwave had recommended that the Phantom not synch up with the warship's computer for risk of polluting his painstakingly-crafted systems with Ancient code. Megatron had approved of this restriction, and thus left Fairwinds-as-a-warship with nothing to read or watch and no one to talk to. Ten hours ago, Shockwave had informed her that the plan was accelerating and to prepare herself for battle, which had at least given her something to do. He'd still been taciturn, however, and given maddeningly little information as to why things were suddenly advancing so quickly.
But her new sensors were still enough to listen through the walls, and she'd picked up the latest news on the grapevine: Barricade was missing. Barricade wasn't coming back. And Megatron had lost another few sanity bolts over it.
Fairwinds had comm.ed her Master, fluttering with glyphs of anxiety, alarm and concern, seeking answers and any kind of reassurance. The murderous... thing, somewhere between a sound and a visceral feeling, had kept her from pinging him again, and she'd seriously wondered if Barricade was dead, that the spark bond had broken, and Megatron's spark had been sent the rest of the way down the nightmarish path that Nos's death had put it on all those centuries ago.
Her field was already alight with nervous energy when she detected someone approaching, feeling her spark flash eagerly despite that fact that it was Shockwave entering. She felt like she'd been trapped in a bubble for the last ten hours, a rattling experience for a spybot, and she was clamoring for any input now.
"Shockwave! What's going on?"
The old but still deeply childish femme had gotten bored after ten minutes without access to the Nemesis or anyone on it. Soundwave had recommended that the Phantom not synch up with the warship's computer for risk of polluting his painstakingly-crafted systems with Ancient code. Megatron had approved of this restriction, and thus left Fairwinds-as-a-warship with nothing to read or watch and no one to talk to. Ten hours ago, Shockwave had informed her that the plan was accelerating and to prepare herself for battle, which had at least given her something to do. He'd still been taciturn, however, and given maddeningly little information as to why things were suddenly advancing so quickly.
But her new sensors were still enough to listen through the walls, and she'd picked up the latest news on the grapevine: Barricade was missing. Barricade wasn't coming back. And Megatron had lost another few sanity bolts over it.
Fairwinds had comm.ed her Master, fluttering with glyphs of anxiety, alarm and concern, seeking answers and any kind of reassurance. The murderous... thing, somewhere between a sound and a visceral feeling, had kept her from pinging him again, and she'd seriously wondered if Barricade was dead, that the spark bond had broken, and Megatron's spark had been sent the rest of the way down the nightmarish path that Nos's death had put it on all those centuries ago.
Her field was already alight with nervous energy when she detected someone approaching, feeling her spark flash eagerly despite that fact that it was Shockwave entering. She felt like she'd been trapped in a bubble for the last ten hours, a rattling experience for a spybot, and she was clamoring for any input now.
"Shockwave! What's going on?"