Ep. 2 - Strange Attractors - (Closed)
Feb 12, 2017 1:30:08 GMT -5
Post by Feldspar on Feb 12, 2017 1:30:08 GMT -5
Somehow, in that desperate grab, Wheeljack's fingers managed to get a grip on the creature. The animal's plating twisted and lifted as if it was trying to figure out how to abruptly evolve wings as it thrashed and struggled against the inexorable grip of gravity.
The massive creature smashed through another level. Debris flew up around Wheeljack, but this time he was protected by the bulk and the width of the big beast underneath him. His filters would be clogged, and no doubt, the taste of rust and grime was so far down in his throat now that it might take him a week to scrub it on out of there, if not more...
Another impact, and then-
An abrupt, jarring stop.
Everything quit moving downwards in a deafening slam.
Wheeljack would have to move his head quickly to keep from being clocked in the chin by one of the protrusions on the creature's back; several of the slug's arching back plates had become locked in an upright position - perhaps from the strain of the fall.
They would serve as a rather impromptu shelter if the mech managed to somehow be able to duck under one.
A huge wave of dust and ash billowed up around the sides of the animal, completely obscuring the Wrecker's vision. It was just a yawning hole of black, and even the sweep of any of his sensors would bounce back to him; the grit was so thick it was as if he was surrounded by walls. Yet there was just the faintest hint of reflected light from somewhere, and it was enough smudge a dim outline of the big, gaping chasm above them, torn apart by the beast's weight.
Things continued to collapse down from above. A girder teetered on the edge of the broken hole and slid. It silently tumbled downwards and spiked down less than a few meters from the Wrecker's side. There was a loud bang as it bounced off the side of the slug and slid down the rest of the way with a terrible shriek of metal on metal. Tiny golden sparks flicked off in to the dark.
Another crack of impact echoed; one of the huge chunks of some floor or tunnel above them slammed down somewhere way too close.
Underneath him, the creature was perfectly still, even as the ruins from above crashed down on it. Shards of transparasteel spanged and scattered, dripping from the ruined windows far above as if it was a strange sort of crystallized rain.
Yet from where he was on top of the animal, Wheeljack would be able to hear the slow, rasping pull of the behemoth's vents.
Along with a voice, belting out over the wreckage, drifting down from somewhere far above.
"Wheeljack! Wheeljack! Answer me, dammit!"
The massive creature smashed through another level. Debris flew up around Wheeljack, but this time he was protected by the bulk and the width of the big beast underneath him. His filters would be clogged, and no doubt, the taste of rust and grime was so far down in his throat now that it might take him a week to scrub it on out of there, if not more...
Another impact, and then-
An abrupt, jarring stop.
Everything quit moving downwards in a deafening slam.
Wheeljack would have to move his head quickly to keep from being clocked in the chin by one of the protrusions on the creature's back; several of the slug's arching back plates had become locked in an upright position - perhaps from the strain of the fall.
They would serve as a rather impromptu shelter if the mech managed to somehow be able to duck under one.
A huge wave of dust and ash billowed up around the sides of the animal, completely obscuring the Wrecker's vision. It was just a yawning hole of black, and even the sweep of any of his sensors would bounce back to him; the grit was so thick it was as if he was surrounded by walls. Yet there was just the faintest hint of reflected light from somewhere, and it was enough smudge a dim outline of the big, gaping chasm above them, torn apart by the beast's weight.
Things continued to collapse down from above. A girder teetered on the edge of the broken hole and slid. It silently tumbled downwards and spiked down less than a few meters from the Wrecker's side. There was a loud bang as it bounced off the side of the slug and slid down the rest of the way with a terrible shriek of metal on metal. Tiny golden sparks flicked off in to the dark.
Another crack of impact echoed; one of the huge chunks of some floor or tunnel above them slammed down somewhere way too close.
Underneath him, the creature was perfectly still, even as the ruins from above crashed down on it. Shards of transparasteel spanged and scattered, dripping from the ruined windows far above as if it was a strange sort of crystallized rain.
Yet from where he was on top of the animal, Wheeljack would be able to hear the slow, rasping pull of the behemoth's vents.
Along with a voice, belting out over the wreckage, drifting down from somewhere far above.
"Wheeljack! Wheeljack! Answer me, dammit!"