Ep 1 - The City of Roses (Closed)
Mar 6, 2014 0:06:29 GMT -5
Post by Feldspar on Mar 6, 2014 0:06:29 GMT -5
In the warmth and air of the dark tunnel, the water was drying rapidly from Ghost's plating. Every time he tested it, the rails were quiet and dull. No electrical current, no thrum of a vehicle far away up the line. They felt cold, dead, as if not much traveled along these places, or at many times. Even the metal wasn't worn flat; there was still a slight edge on these rails after all these years they'd been here - which also would assure him that it wasn't used often.
The other two mechs followed after Ghost quietly. It was apparent that they'd been together for a while. They took their positions immediately and without Pyrotech ordering her to do so. She kept her distance from him.
When Ghost moved to the concrete, the femme hesitated. The tips of her spoiler pricked up over her narrow shoulders; she eyed the smaller mech's body language. It was reading caution in the tilt of his foot, in the way he tested the ground carefully before he entrusted his weight to the concrete slab.
After a moment, she too followed him to the side, careful to avoid the rails. The femme was careful to give him space; she did not crowd him as he ducked and peered around that corner.
The glow of his bow didn't go far, this was a long, straight tunnel. Their footsteps echoed here, as did every rattle of plating, the whirr and click of gears. Pipes ran along this straight section, bolted to the curving concrete slab wall with rusting plates and heavy rivets. Red rust trailed down, discoloring the grey and fanning out along areas of the floor.
Ghost would hear a rushing gurgle of water moving through several of them and then something else; a low hissing sound. Steam was escaping from some of the poorly welded joints, likely pumped up from somewhere far below.
Far off at the end though, there were two or three tiny glowing lights embedded in the walls. Their faint yellow glow reflected off of something metal, and as Ghost moved forward one step at a time, he would realize that they were marker lights.
The closer he got, the more was revealed. What appeared to be two solid concrete slabs that fit tightly together; a set of doors with no hinges on this side. Over the top was a narrow section that was barred off by heavy rebar- but even if they were to remove all of that, the other two would not have fit through the space.