Ep 2: Long Black Road (Closed)
Nov 2, 2014 18:05:41 GMT -5
Post by Pyrotech on Nov 2, 2014 18:05:41 GMT -5
(Set Episode 2 - day two!)
On Earth, the portal of a bridge gleamed open.
Whirling glowing green was met by misty, cold dark. It was night down here in Oregon. Far in the distance, lights struggled against the fog. Portland huddled underneath the threat of rain, spreading a glow out to either side of the city center, as if it was a wet bird protecting the residential areas from the incoming storm.
Overhead, the clouds were piling up oppressively low. They hid the stars and the moon. A soft roar of a commercial jet rumbled; however the only thing that could be seen was a fuzzy blink of red on the left and green on the right, followed by a haloed white shimmer where the tail was. A flicker of strobe flashed against the sky as the aircraft trundled patiently on towards Portland International Airport far off in the distance.
Tall pines clumped in the area, and they creaked softly in the lifting wind. Between them stretched a long black curve of mountain road. Up here in the Dalles it was quiet; residences were few and far between. Most of the traffic through this stretch of area was commercial; logging trucks and long distance haulers bringing in the commerce that kept the city thriving.
Pyrotech waited patiently.
The red mech stood in the middle of the road, flanked on either side by the sleek dark gloss of two Vehicons holding their rifles over their shoulders. Both of the mechs were silent, but their red optics flicked across the landscape as did their sensors. On guard, and they took the orders seriously.
As the green light slicked across the wet roadway, Pyrotech frowned. At least he didn't have to wait out here in the blasted damp for very long. They were promptly on time at least. Normally he would have sent someone else to pick up this mech but- no, he wanted to see for himself what Starscream had so kindly deposited onto his doorstep this time. The Air Commander had a knack for timing, that was for sure. He always did.
He'd been briefed on the situation and on the mech himself. He was a bit curious why Starscream hadn't mentioned the mech's name but that had happened a few times before. No matter. Not like he had to hand-etch an invitation to a formal party under these circumstances.
Amusing as that might be...
Starscream would have laughed, no doubt. Hmm, perhaps he would do so next time.
Well, at least this mech seemed to have a function he could use. He'd needed someone to do heavy lifting for a while; ever since the loss of Siphon there'd been no one in that role. Not that he missed Siphon much - the addled idiot had been more trouble than he was worth at times. He'd been rather surprised that the hole in his head had killed him... there hadn't been much of a processor in there. Thermal too. Useless little beasts they'd been.
Ah well. At least you didn't need a bright sort to lift a rock or dig a hole...
On Earth, the portal of a bridge gleamed open.
Whirling glowing green was met by misty, cold dark. It was night down here in Oregon. Far in the distance, lights struggled against the fog. Portland huddled underneath the threat of rain, spreading a glow out to either side of the city center, as if it was a wet bird protecting the residential areas from the incoming storm.
Overhead, the clouds were piling up oppressively low. They hid the stars and the moon. A soft roar of a commercial jet rumbled; however the only thing that could be seen was a fuzzy blink of red on the left and green on the right, followed by a haloed white shimmer where the tail was. A flicker of strobe flashed against the sky as the aircraft trundled patiently on towards Portland International Airport far off in the distance.
Tall pines clumped in the area, and they creaked softly in the lifting wind. Between them stretched a long black curve of mountain road. Up here in the Dalles it was quiet; residences were few and far between. Most of the traffic through this stretch of area was commercial; logging trucks and long distance haulers bringing in the commerce that kept the city thriving.
Pyrotech waited patiently.
The red mech stood in the middle of the road, flanked on either side by the sleek dark gloss of two Vehicons holding their rifles over their shoulders. Both of the mechs were silent, but their red optics flicked across the landscape as did their sensors. On guard, and they took the orders seriously.
As the green light slicked across the wet roadway, Pyrotech frowned. At least he didn't have to wait out here in the blasted damp for very long. They were promptly on time at least. Normally he would have sent someone else to pick up this mech but- no, he wanted to see for himself what Starscream had so kindly deposited onto his doorstep this time. The Air Commander had a knack for timing, that was for sure. He always did.
He'd been briefed on the situation and on the mech himself. He was a bit curious why Starscream hadn't mentioned the mech's name but that had happened a few times before. No matter. Not like he had to hand-etch an invitation to a formal party under these circumstances.
Amusing as that might be...
Starscream would have laughed, no doubt. Hmm, perhaps he would do so next time.
Well, at least this mech seemed to have a function he could use. He'd needed someone to do heavy lifting for a while; ever since the loss of Siphon there'd been no one in that role. Not that he missed Siphon much - the addled idiot had been more trouble than he was worth at times. He'd been rather surprised that the hole in his head had killed him... there hadn't been much of a processor in there. Thermal too. Useless little beasts they'd been.
Ah well. At least you didn't need a bright sort to lift a rock or dig a hole...