EP 0.5 - "Is this the dream?" [Autobots only]
Jan 21, 2012 17:21:33 GMT -5
Post by steele on Jan 21, 2012 17:21:33 GMT -5
Serotype was tired. Tired and hungry. And her processor just hurt from staying up for too long. Too long being a month since her escape in to the desert. All this being an act of desperation to keep ahead of her potential captors.
In the early days, it was easy. She had the energy still to evade and defend herself if need be. Of course, there was that one day she had been chased by a large group of areal vehicons and had managed to get herself lost. For all she knew, she was going around in circles for the past little while.
Her systems nagged at her when this whole stay-awake plan had gone on for way too long. She was well aware what she was doing to herself. There was the total irony that she was some kind of doctor and yet she was in horrible shape. Dents and nicks still covered her body. She had done a decent job in keeping herself repaired with the resources that she had in her patch kit. But even her kit had run out.
The coating of desert sand on her body, though used to keep her armor from reflecting any sunlight back to potential enemies, had grown even more itchy as time in the desert progressed. It took a fair bit to keep her from scratching at herself. She was mostly successful at that.
But today was particularly bad. She was stuck in another series of canyons attempting to avoid unnecessary exposure. That was when a suddenly flurry of warning flared across her HUD and her legs gave out from under her.
Serotype fell forward in the soft sand with an audible whumf. She tried flipping herself over to see what had happened to her legs. She struggled and her arms flailed and flicked sand upwards before she rolled on to her side. Glancing down, there was nothing visibly wrong with her legs. Sifting through her error messages, she had uncovered that her system had opted to shut them down to conserve what little energy she had.
"Primus on a piston...." she growled.
That had left her vulnerable. Too vulnerable. So there she lay for at least half the day. She spent that half contemplating her next set of actions. Her contemplation had led her to action. And that action was to activate the old set of Autobot distress code she had on her before when she had first met Bumblebee.
Serotype needed help before anyone undesirable arrived.
In the early days, it was easy. She had the energy still to evade and defend herself if need be. Of course, there was that one day she had been chased by a large group of areal vehicons and had managed to get herself lost. For all she knew, she was going around in circles for the past little while.
Her systems nagged at her when this whole stay-awake plan had gone on for way too long. She was well aware what she was doing to herself. There was the total irony that she was some kind of doctor and yet she was in horrible shape. Dents and nicks still covered her body. She had done a decent job in keeping herself repaired with the resources that she had in her patch kit. But even her kit had run out.
The coating of desert sand on her body, though used to keep her armor from reflecting any sunlight back to potential enemies, had grown even more itchy as time in the desert progressed. It took a fair bit to keep her from scratching at herself. She was mostly successful at that.
But today was particularly bad. She was stuck in another series of canyons attempting to avoid unnecessary exposure. That was when a suddenly flurry of warning flared across her HUD and her legs gave out from under her.
Serotype fell forward in the soft sand with an audible whumf. She tried flipping herself over to see what had happened to her legs. She struggled and her arms flailed and flicked sand upwards before she rolled on to her side. Glancing down, there was nothing visibly wrong with her legs. Sifting through her error messages, she had uncovered that her system had opted to shut them down to conserve what little energy she had.
"Primus on a piston...." she growled.
That had left her vulnerable. Too vulnerable. So there she lay for at least half the day. She spent that half contemplating her next set of actions. Her contemplation had led her to action. And that action was to activate the old set of Autobot distress code she had on her before when she had first met Bumblebee.
Serotype needed help before anyone undesirable arrived.