Ep0.5 - Jasper - Darby Residence - 'Tradeoff'
Apr 10, 2012 18:04:15 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2012 18:04:15 GMT -5
Fairwinds tried to spend as much of her time whilst shoved in The Box in recharge, which served the dual purpose of allowing her autorepair systems to run at their maximum, and kept her from eating her own glossa with boredom. June Darby was a tough and paranoid fleshling, who had no qualms with keeping a Cybertronian hidden in a heavy-duty safe at the back of a cupboard whilst she was out or her son Jack was a home.
Fairwinds respected the brave little fleshling for it. Actively despised her whilst cramped in the dark, but respected her intelligence and the real threat of being shot in the optic.
It had been weeks now since she'd crawled through the groundbridge from Chernobyl, and if she'd had access to even Low Grade energon, she'd be healed enough to fly home. The best June could provide her with was oil and diesel, however, leaving her autorepair grossly inefficient. It had been almost a month before the duct-tape patches could be peeled off...
The one and only benefit of being locked in a tiny box with her wings folded around her pedes and her head wedged into a corner for fourteen hours straight was how slagging good it felt when the lockpins were spun out and the lid came off.
Fairwinds scrabbled out of the safe with an enthusiastic whistle, scuttling in a Terran bird waddle with her wings spread for balance out of the room, down the hall, and straight into the living room where a tarp and jerry can were already set in front of the television. Settling in the middle of the protective plastic sheet, the cassette leaned and bit the the nozzle of the fuel can like a straw, siphoning up the noxious mix of oil and diesel. Though her processor was still riddled with system errors, she could still manage the basics. Like infrared binary.
The television hummed on with a whine, flicking through channels until it stopped on a cartoon that the cassette had recently been taken with. Wiggling bodily, Fairwinds settled completely on her tucked pedes and began working through her (foul) ration.
Fairwinds respected the brave little fleshling for it. Actively despised her whilst cramped in the dark, but respected her intelligence and the real threat of being shot in the optic.
It had been weeks now since she'd crawled through the groundbridge from Chernobyl, and if she'd had access to even Low Grade energon, she'd be healed enough to fly home. The best June could provide her with was oil and diesel, however, leaving her autorepair grossly inefficient. It had been almost a month before the duct-tape patches could be peeled off...
The one and only benefit of being locked in a tiny box with her wings folded around her pedes and her head wedged into a corner for fourteen hours straight was how slagging good it felt when the lockpins were spun out and the lid came off.
Fairwinds scrabbled out of the safe with an enthusiastic whistle, scuttling in a Terran bird waddle with her wings spread for balance out of the room, down the hall, and straight into the living room where a tarp and jerry can were already set in front of the television. Settling in the middle of the protective plastic sheet, the cassette leaned and bit the the nozzle of the fuel can like a straw, siphoning up the noxious mix of oil and diesel. Though her processor was still riddled with system errors, she could still manage the basics. Like infrared binary.
The television hummed on with a whine, flicking through channels until it stopped on a cartoon that the cassette had recently been taken with. Wiggling bodily, Fairwinds settled completely on her tucked pedes and began working through her (foul) ration.