Ep1.5 - 'That'll Buff Right Out' - Closed
Aug 9, 2014 16:45:39 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2014 16:45:39 GMT -5
<<OOC: Set start of Week 1>>
It was peculiar, some flickering rear node of Megatron's processor observed, to have to be maneuvered off a battlefield without leaving an energon trail.
His remaining vision kept flickering, which combined with his gyroscopic sensors glitching left him staggering every few steps. The sound of weapons fire continued, the sharper whine of the Eradicon's (//Foot soldiers. Decepticon. Subordinates. (TMA)45/50-A//) blasters swiftly overwhelming MECH's (Organic. Inferior. (TMA)0/15-E//) guns.
Megatron was struggling to hold together the threads of where they were and what had happened. The soft, gritty surface beneath his pedes felt foreign and unnatural, and the glimpses he got of his surroundings were further disorientating. A flash of green light, then the coppery smell of charged electrons before the more-familiar sound of a groundbridge opening. He raised a hand towards his helm but instead found it grasped.
Soundwave held Megatron's hand against his shoulder to give him a constant sense of which direction was up as much as to lead him through the groundbridge. The Commander out-massed him hopelessly, and if he fell there would be little that Soundwave would be able to do about it.
Disconcerting as the halting and meandering of his thought processes was, Megatron did not feel as if on the verge of unconsciousness. He was barely wounded. The shots landed by MECH had been paltry with the exception of the incendiary, which had largely cauterized the damage it had caused. There was a burnt taste at the back of his intake that may have been coming from his corroded ocular socket, but otherwise his fuel gauge didn't indicate that he was leaking. Given that his HUD was also telling him that his internals were on fire, however, he did not trust it.
The air pressure changed as they entered the controlled buckle in space. A moment later, the cool recycled air of the Nemesis greeted his vents and did precisely nothing about his cooling errors. Wherever they had bridged into was bright and smelled strongly of solvents.
//Nemesis Medbay//. A red mech with a pale face approached them. //Decepticon Medic. Knock Out. Former Towers. Self-serving loyalist. (TMA)40/42-A.//
What remained of his left optic twitched to move with his right, and it did nothing for his balance. Megatron's grip tightened on the spymech's shoulder, feeling he ought not try to turn his head or look to the side. Whatever he'd been shot with had made a hell of a mess.
"Soundwave, is the weapon secured?" he asked, satisfied that his voice, at least, sounded normal.
<<OOC: Tag open to either Soundwave or Feldspar-as-Knock-Out.>>
It was peculiar, some flickering rear node of Megatron's processor observed, to have to be maneuvered off a battlefield without leaving an energon trail.
His remaining vision kept flickering, which combined with his gyroscopic sensors glitching left him staggering every few steps. The sound of weapons fire continued, the sharper whine of the Eradicon's (//Foot soldiers. Decepticon. Subordinates. (TMA)45/50-A//) blasters swiftly overwhelming MECH's (Organic. Inferior. (TMA)0/15-E//) guns.
Megatron was struggling to hold together the threads of where they were and what had happened. The soft, gritty surface beneath his pedes felt foreign and unnatural, and the glimpses he got of his surroundings were further disorientating. A flash of green light, then the coppery smell of charged electrons before the more-familiar sound of a groundbridge opening. He raised a hand towards his helm but instead found it grasped.
Soundwave held Megatron's hand against his shoulder to give him a constant sense of which direction was up as much as to lead him through the groundbridge. The Commander out-massed him hopelessly, and if he fell there would be little that Soundwave would be able to do about it.
Disconcerting as the halting and meandering of his thought processes was, Megatron did not feel as if on the verge of unconsciousness. He was barely wounded. The shots landed by MECH had been paltry with the exception of the incendiary, which had largely cauterized the damage it had caused. There was a burnt taste at the back of his intake that may have been coming from his corroded ocular socket, but otherwise his fuel gauge didn't indicate that he was leaking. Given that his HUD was also telling him that his internals were on fire, however, he did not trust it.
The air pressure changed as they entered the controlled buckle in space. A moment later, the cool recycled air of the Nemesis greeted his vents and did precisely nothing about his cooling errors. Wherever they had bridged into was bright and smelled strongly of solvents.
//Nemesis Medbay//. A red mech with a pale face approached them. //Decepticon Medic. Knock Out. Former Towers. Self-serving loyalist. (TMA)40/42-A.//
What remained of his left optic twitched to move with his right, and it did nothing for his balance. Megatron's grip tightened on the spymech's shoulder, feeling he ought not try to turn his head or look to the side. Whatever he'd been shot with had made a hell of a mess.
"Soundwave, is the weapon secured?" he asked, satisfied that his voice, at least, sounded normal.
<<OOC: Tag open to either Soundwave or Feldspar-as-Knock-Out.>>