Ep.2 - Aces High (Open)
Nov 3, 2014 3:23:47 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2014 3:23:47 GMT -5
Week 1, Day 3, late afternoon, somewhere over Idaho
It was a simple mission, so simple even Sunspot couldn’t slag it up. Within a patch of forestry, was the location for the next energon mine located by those tasked with locating such sites. The forestry was designated a logging site and so humans were possibly in the vicinity. Sunspot’s task was to scout from safe distance and see if there were any of the native fleshies scurrying about the business of harvesting carbon.
With an altitude of approximately one mile, Sunspot was making high speed passes over the potential mine site. Each pass was well over a hundred miles making difficult to discern for any outsider what he was looking at. Additionally, he was flying formation with two Jet troopers, Airheart and Yeager. On radar, it would just look like formation practise and nothing nefarious at all.
Sunspot was having a hard time staying focused. The high speed airflow over his wings was almost euphoric, the massive thrust at his disposal was empowering. Flight was freedom, it was power, it was life.
It was a simple mission, so simple even Sunspot couldn’t slag it up. Within a patch of forestry, was the location for the next energon mine located by those tasked with locating such sites. The forestry was designated a logging site and so humans were possibly in the vicinity. Sunspot’s task was to scout from safe distance and see if there were any of the native fleshies scurrying about the business of harvesting carbon.
With an altitude of approximately one mile, Sunspot was making high speed passes over the potential mine site. Each pass was well over a hundred miles making difficult to discern for any outsider what he was looking at. Additionally, he was flying formation with two Jet troopers, Airheart and Yeager. On radar, it would just look like formation practise and nothing nefarious at all.
Sunspot was having a hard time staying focused. The high speed airflow over his wings was almost euphoric, the massive thrust at his disposal was empowering. Flight was freedom, it was power, it was life.