Ep 1 "Base Projects" (Closed)
Nov 18, 2013 16:30:10 GMT -5
Post by Pyrotech on Nov 18, 2013 16:30:10 GMT -5
Northwest of Tacoma, there was the heavy growl of a C-17's engines cutting through the air. In the evening, the blinking lights of the massive airplane flickered and shifted as it turned ponderously over the highway.
Beneath it, a ribbon of cars and vehicles drove along the road through the narrowed construction zones. The workers wore their orange jackets in the evening, and the mobile floodlights were over the zone.
One by one, they waved the cars through the partially closed off lane. Among them, the fire-red Peugeot waited. His wipers flicked once, twice, and that gesture betrayed his impatience. Pyrotech understood the need for stealth. He understood the need for the humans not to point a finger at them and immediately identify them as aliens from another world. However, there were times he simply wanted to shake off all restraint, transform and flick their line of marker cones off the line with his foot.
Really, there were ways to do these things correctly. They didn’t have to hold up every vehicle for five blasted miles if the humans had any sense, not in a situation like this. It was absurdly simple, bring in a temporary bridge and then divert traffic flow towards...
The Decepticon adjusted his mirror with a soft grumble that rolled up from the depths of his frame. No, it would be simple if they mostly didn’t have the same brain capacity as retro-rats. Not all of them, no, he could admit that. The ones that watched their inane television game shows and ah- what was that place? The Jersey Shore? Perhaps most of the idiotic ones hailed from there.
Finally, the Peugeot was waved through, and he aligned both mirrors and haughtily drove past the workers. Someone made a comment about his vehicle mode as he slipped by them, silent and sleek - ah, good, that was fine. He approved of that. Even he could admit it was a rather elegant mode. Not to mention it had a purpose - often in tight situations vehicles on the road got out of his way. No one tended to question a vehicle like his around certain areas...
Materials were first and foremost on the architect’s mind as he turned back into traffic. He’d been scouting Interstate Five for the last few weeks; hauling things back to his base, checking out every wrecking yard on the map. He’d found a few things he could use, had sent the Vehicons he’d gotten from Starscream out to pick up what he’d scrounged, but what he wanted more than anything was- thicker shielding. The sort he didn’t have to pound into layers on his own.
The Lewis-McChord Base might prove... interesting.
Beneath it, a ribbon of cars and vehicles drove along the road through the narrowed construction zones. The workers wore their orange jackets in the evening, and the mobile floodlights were over the zone.
One by one, they waved the cars through the partially closed off lane. Among them, the fire-red Peugeot waited. His wipers flicked once, twice, and that gesture betrayed his impatience. Pyrotech understood the need for stealth. He understood the need for the humans not to point a finger at them and immediately identify them as aliens from another world. However, there were times he simply wanted to shake off all restraint, transform and flick their line of marker cones off the line with his foot.
Really, there were ways to do these things correctly. They didn’t have to hold up every vehicle for five blasted miles if the humans had any sense, not in a situation like this. It was absurdly simple, bring in a temporary bridge and then divert traffic flow towards...
The Decepticon adjusted his mirror with a soft grumble that rolled up from the depths of his frame. No, it would be simple if they mostly didn’t have the same brain capacity as retro-rats. Not all of them, no, he could admit that. The ones that watched their inane television game shows and ah- what was that place? The Jersey Shore? Perhaps most of the idiotic ones hailed from there.
Finally, the Peugeot was waved through, and he aligned both mirrors and haughtily drove past the workers. Someone made a comment about his vehicle mode as he slipped by them, silent and sleek - ah, good, that was fine. He approved of that. Even he could admit it was a rather elegant mode. Not to mention it had a purpose - often in tight situations vehicles on the road got out of his way. No one tended to question a vehicle like his around certain areas...
Materials were first and foremost on the architect’s mind as he turned back into traffic. He’d been scouting Interstate Five for the last few weeks; hauling things back to his base, checking out every wrecking yard on the map. He’d found a few things he could use, had sent the Vehicons he’d gotten from Starscream out to pick up what he’d scrounged, but what he wanted more than anything was- thicker shielding. The sort he didn’t have to pound into layers on his own.
The Lewis-McChord Base might prove... interesting.