Ep. 2 - Strange Attractors - (Closed)
Nov 27, 2016 1:44:00 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2016 1:44:00 GMT -5
The Wrecker hadn't made it through the gate cleanly either but he'd long made the conclusion that he wasn't going to stay spotless this day, so he'd ignored it. So long as the mystery goo wasn't burning a hole in his plating, he was fine, begrudgingly so.
Together, Wheeljack and Tailspin fixed the grate back into place. It was done in silence and once completed, the Wrecker straightened and finally took a look around at the tunnel. Tailspin stepped forward and began to usher him towards it, as though it was going to be a delightful stroll down the path. The Wrecker arched an optic ridge but obliged.
"The most useful paths are never the scenic ones," he agreed. He had plenty of experience that confirmed this. "Can't argue with the lack of plasmabolts, even if it does come at the cost of smelling like a sewer."
The slog was unpleasant, as the Wrecker suspected, every bit of grime and grossness seemed to find its way to their frames. Wheeljack listened in interest as Tailspin talked about a way into the Academy. Psi had said that the place was locked down tight, so it was good to know that there was a backroute (maybe) that'd get them into it. It was a shame they hadn't been able to recover the mech, because something told the Wrecker that the people still left in the Academy wouldn't be all that happy with a break-in. Psi could have vouched for them but, well, no point wishing for impossible things.
"Well, here's to hoping that whoever's home doesn't remember or hold your looting against you," the Wrecker remarked dryly.
At the question about the leaper, Wheeljack frowned. "Have no idea if it was guarding anything," he admitted. "Didn't really get a chance to look, it was on the attack the moment I got near and then when I killed it, it exploded and dropped me into the Undergrid. Not really ideal circumstances to do some sightseeing."
As soon as he said that, his foot hit a particularly slippery part of the tunnel. Wheeljack lost his balance but the wall was close enough that he caught himself quickly without falling. The Wrecker glanced down at the slime he'd stepped in and wrinkled his face in disgust before moving on. He doubted that was going to be the last time he stepped in something gross, so there wasn't much point kicking up a fuss over it.
Together, Wheeljack and Tailspin fixed the grate back into place. It was done in silence and once completed, the Wrecker straightened and finally took a look around at the tunnel. Tailspin stepped forward and began to usher him towards it, as though it was going to be a delightful stroll down the path. The Wrecker arched an optic ridge but obliged.
"The most useful paths are never the scenic ones," he agreed. He had plenty of experience that confirmed this. "Can't argue with the lack of plasmabolts, even if it does come at the cost of smelling like a sewer."
The slog was unpleasant, as the Wrecker suspected, every bit of grime and grossness seemed to find its way to their frames. Wheeljack listened in interest as Tailspin talked about a way into the Academy. Psi had said that the place was locked down tight, so it was good to know that there was a backroute (maybe) that'd get them into it. It was a shame they hadn't been able to recover the mech, because something told the Wrecker that the people still left in the Academy wouldn't be all that happy with a break-in. Psi could have vouched for them but, well, no point wishing for impossible things.
"Well, here's to hoping that whoever's home doesn't remember or hold your looting against you," the Wrecker remarked dryly.
At the question about the leaper, Wheeljack frowned. "Have no idea if it was guarding anything," he admitted. "Didn't really get a chance to look, it was on the attack the moment I got near and then when I killed it, it exploded and dropped me into the Undergrid. Not really ideal circumstances to do some sightseeing."
As soon as he said that, his foot hit a particularly slippery part of the tunnel. Wheeljack lost his balance but the wall was close enough that he caught himself quickly without falling. The Wrecker glanced down at the slime he'd stepped in and wrinkled his face in disgust before moving on. He doubted that was going to be the last time he stepped in something gross, so there wasn't much point kicking up a fuss over it.