Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2017 22:54:24 GMT -5
Episode 2|Week 3|Day 5|8:45 pm
If first impressions were everything this planet had certainly failed to leave a glittering one on her.
Vega had expected so much more of their new battleground. One they'd crossed the galaxy to get to no less. But what they had instead was a comparably claustrophobic planet crawling with organic life. It made her feel ill at just the very thought of so many squishable things living here. Needless to say she was far from impressed or thrilled.
To make matters worse there was currently a truce in place.
Vega held no thought or desire to argue with the decisions made - she wasn't ranked for that - but it still sat pourly with her. All thanks to some overconfident "humans" adressing themselves as M.E.C.H had captured one soldier from both sides of the line. It gave her some comfort to know this momentary peace was only a result of similar intrest rather than reaching a common view or ideal. Once the threat was eliminated they'd turn their sights back to victory.
For now she waited.
Knock Out was being very cautious around her injury. How old it was and how deep it had gone seemed to unsettle him. He had her come in once every other day to examine it and see how the patch was holding. It was during such an appointment he suggested getting accustomed to this new environment she found herself in. And how best to do it, at least according to him, was through this planet's "internet". Archaic wasn't even the beginning of it. This was far from any program she had used in her previous work place. It was borderline annoying. However it wasn't a total wash.
Late three days ago she stumbled across a game of sorts, played on a black and white checkerboard surface with several pieces of varying abilities and attack patterns. This so called "game of kings" was much like battle, each piece a part of an army trying to take the enemy leader or "king" in this instance. Maybe it was because of that she felt a sort of resonance with the idea of this game.
She'd spent the better parts of her down time attempting to best the automated opponent as the medic inspected her injury. If anything it was an excellent method to burn time. Certainly when the red mech could easily talk about the very air around them for an inappropriately extended amount of time. She had just lost as he sent her on her way.
Now she had claimed victory twice more, perched above the doorway into the ship from the flight deck. It was far too stuffy in the halls of the Nemesis for her comfort. The low rumble of the ship's engine was a constant white noise as she reset the stage for another round. Her gaze listed to the sky as she waited for the computer to make its move.
To this dirt ball's credit the view was at least pleasurable.
If first impressions were everything this planet had certainly failed to leave a glittering one on her.
Vega had expected so much more of their new battleground. One they'd crossed the galaxy to get to no less. But what they had instead was a comparably claustrophobic planet crawling with organic life. It made her feel ill at just the very thought of so many squishable things living here. Needless to say she was far from impressed or thrilled.
To make matters worse there was currently a truce in place.
Vega held no thought or desire to argue with the decisions made - she wasn't ranked for that - but it still sat pourly with her. All thanks to some overconfident "humans" adressing themselves as M.E.C.H had captured one soldier from both sides of the line. It gave her some comfort to know this momentary peace was only a result of similar intrest rather than reaching a common view or ideal. Once the threat was eliminated they'd turn their sights back to victory.
For now she waited.
Knock Out was being very cautious around her injury. How old it was and how deep it had gone seemed to unsettle him. He had her come in once every other day to examine it and see how the patch was holding. It was during such an appointment he suggested getting accustomed to this new environment she found herself in. And how best to do it, at least according to him, was through this planet's "internet". Archaic wasn't even the beginning of it. This was far from any program she had used in her previous work place. It was borderline annoying. However it wasn't a total wash.
Late three days ago she stumbled across a game of sorts, played on a black and white checkerboard surface with several pieces of varying abilities and attack patterns. This so called "game of kings" was much like battle, each piece a part of an army trying to take the enemy leader or "king" in this instance. Maybe it was because of that she felt a sort of resonance with the idea of this game.
She'd spent the better parts of her down time attempting to best the automated opponent as the medic inspected her injury. If anything it was an excellent method to burn time. Certainly when the red mech could easily talk about the very air around them for an inappropriately extended amount of time. She had just lost as he sent her on her way.
Now she had claimed victory twice more, perched above the doorway into the ship from the flight deck. It was far too stuffy in the halls of the Nemesis for her comfort. The low rumble of the ship's engine was a constant white noise as she reset the stage for another round. Her gaze listed to the sky as she waited for the computer to make its move.
To this dirt ball's credit the view was at least pleasurable.