Ep. 2 - Seeking Enlightenment (Breakdown, Open)
Mar 7, 2016 1:37:07 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2016 1:37:07 GMT -5
Episode 2 | Week 4 | Day 1
The universe is a vast place, and full of limitless potential for weirdness and unforeseen circumstances. And yet, for all the odd circumstances Mourningstar had personally witnessed or taken part of in his lifetime, being aboard the Decepticon Flagship was something he hadn’t even thought possible. Imagined, perhaps, in idle thoughts to take his mind off sub-par conditions in the field, but actually fathomed? No.
And now that he was there, all he could think of is that the corridors need better lighting.
An odd thing to single out, perhaps, but still true. The lighting wasn’t dim enough to hamper vision, at least in the Seeker’s case, but it made the reasonably spacious halls seem far more cramped than they really were, and left the potential for shadowed corners where unfriendly bodies could hide. It made things out of place that slight bit harder to notice. Yes, he got that the architecture of the Nemesis was likely meant to reflect the ‘Peace through Tyranny’ aspect of the Decepticon creed, and meant to inspire terror in their enemies, but so far as he was concerned the warship could really do with more lights.
Arrival planet-side had been fairly uneventful, and a suitable alternate mode had not been hard to acquire. For all there was apparently a group of native organics out to collect Cybertronians for doubtless nefarious purposes the vast majority of the species struck him as dull. It wasn’t until he’d actually made contact with the Decepticon fleet that things had gotten interesting. Truces weren’t unheard of, but one involving the Prime and Megatron himself? If the information hadn’t come to him first-hand, he’d have blown it off as some fever dream from an addled processor.
But back to what is important, the lack of proper lighting.
Wandering the corridors of any newly boarded vessel was a time honored approach to getting a good grasp of the layout, regardless of provided maps, and one that Mourningstar was making use of to the fullest. He’d not yet been assigned a horrible project upon which to labor, and thus he meant to spend what time was left to him to get a feel for his new surroundings. His dim, badly lit surroundings. In which every corridor looked the same. And several important doors also seemed to be unlocked, for some reason? Did no one think that this ship could potentially be breeched?
The lack of locks was something he would be remedying for his own quarters doors, one way or another. There was no chance he’d be able to even pretend rest otherwise.
A disparaging look cast towards the ceiling for what was almost certainly the third time in a quarter hour, the Seeker continued on through the halls, memorizing the layout and looking for anything of interest.
The universe is a vast place, and full of limitless potential for weirdness and unforeseen circumstances. And yet, for all the odd circumstances Mourningstar had personally witnessed or taken part of in his lifetime, being aboard the Decepticon Flagship was something he hadn’t even thought possible. Imagined, perhaps, in idle thoughts to take his mind off sub-par conditions in the field, but actually fathomed? No.
And now that he was there, all he could think of is that the corridors need better lighting.
An odd thing to single out, perhaps, but still true. The lighting wasn’t dim enough to hamper vision, at least in the Seeker’s case, but it made the reasonably spacious halls seem far more cramped than they really were, and left the potential for shadowed corners where unfriendly bodies could hide. It made things out of place that slight bit harder to notice. Yes, he got that the architecture of the Nemesis was likely meant to reflect the ‘Peace through Tyranny’ aspect of the Decepticon creed, and meant to inspire terror in their enemies, but so far as he was concerned the warship could really do with more lights.
Arrival planet-side had been fairly uneventful, and a suitable alternate mode had not been hard to acquire. For all there was apparently a group of native organics out to collect Cybertronians for doubtless nefarious purposes the vast majority of the species struck him as dull. It wasn’t until he’d actually made contact with the Decepticon fleet that things had gotten interesting. Truces weren’t unheard of, but one involving the Prime and Megatron himself? If the information hadn’t come to him first-hand, he’d have blown it off as some fever dream from an addled processor.
But back to what is important, the lack of proper lighting.
Wandering the corridors of any newly boarded vessel was a time honored approach to getting a good grasp of the layout, regardless of provided maps, and one that Mourningstar was making use of to the fullest. He’d not yet been assigned a horrible project upon which to labor, and thus he meant to spend what time was left to him to get a feel for his new surroundings. His dim, badly lit surroundings. In which every corridor looked the same. And several important doors also seemed to be unlocked, for some reason? Did no one think that this ship could potentially be breeched?
The lack of locks was something he would be remedying for his own quarters doors, one way or another. There was no chance he’d be able to even pretend rest otherwise.
A disparaging look cast towards the ceiling for what was almost certainly the third time in a quarter hour, the Seeker continued on through the halls, memorizing the layout and looking for anything of interest.
