[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]Special Delivery [Prowl]
Oct 22, 2017 21:34:48 GMT -5
Post by Zercon on Oct 22, 2017 21:34:48 GMT -5
Episode 2.5 | Week 2 | Day 1
Earth.
So familiar, and yet so unknown.
Kamal had seen it many times now, approaching from different views, observing the different land masses and colors that seemed to vary from moment to moment. Patches of brown and green, large swaths of blue... both covered with curling patterns of clouds that streaked as constantly changing stripes of white. It was beautiful, yet familiar. Change out a few colors here or there, and vary the landmasses, and it wasn't particularly unique or special, though it did take an important role in their current war effort.
This planet could be seen clearly in the center of the Control Room's front pane, iron glass curving around so that the broad expanse of space was visible on all other sides. It made the planet seem oh so very small, a tiny marble of life that was lost in this otherwise barren patch of the cosmos. Really, it was no wonder more alien life forms didn't make their way here for a visit, since finding it could be so tricky if you didn't know where to look.
"Prowl, it looks like your new home is on the horizon. Not that there is a horizon here in space..."
Mused words, an idle flick of a hand in the direction of the planet.
Kamal was sitting in the main navigation chair, leaning back with one foot propped up along the front dash in one of the few clear spaces he could do so without unintentionally messing up any controls. He seemed at ease, relaxed, a singular optical panel staring out at the small world that he wished he could visit legitimately, rather than just view from afar. Even if it was unfortunately named, and was described as being 'filthy' to him, it would still be interesting to see if he had the opportunity.
The mech was slender, and thin, a wiry frame that was not built for war, or any form of conflict or combat. Everything about him was lightweight and modest, a drone that had surpassed such roles like many of the Decepticon fleet. If a human were to look upon him, they could describe him as skeletal in a way, armor varying shades of lighter gray, with a few patches of bio-lights that shined a vibrant green. His faceplate was devoid of any sort of actual face, an angular pane clapping forward with a vertical visor slicing right up its center. Spindly could be an accurate term.
Weaving, and bending away from the mech's back were countless pipes and cables that draped down and around him in an overabundance. Many of said conduits fed down into the actual ships flooring, where panels and plates were torn away from the ground, while just as many fed up into the ceiling up above. It was no wonder that the pilot did not stand, or approach Prowl, even on their first meeting, choosing to remain seated and converse from where he was rooted, or through the speaker system that lined the internal walls.
"It will take me a bit to maneuver into location... did you want to call and announce yourself? Or shall I do the honors?"
He spoke with a heavy dose of amusement, hand rising to the side of his helm to indicate a comm call, the words laced with just a touch of sadness. Kamal enjoyed company no matter who they were and what they were like. Just because Prowl was stuck up and uptight, didn’t mean he was going to be glad to be rid of him. It was lonely in space, and anyone to talk to was pleasant.
Behind them, deeper into the ship, there would be a rumbled bang and a growl, the notable sounds of the other mech's shuttle being torn apart by hydraulic arms and mechanized systems. The ship was trying to scavenge parts and useful materials that could be used to keep the vessel functional, knowing that an escape pod would not be useful being left as is. The destruction could be seen somewhat upon one of the multiple monitors in front of the captain's station, the static clipped screen revealing massive mechanical clamps ripping off one of the side panels to allow smaller limbs to go in next.
Earth.
So familiar, and yet so unknown.
Kamal had seen it many times now, approaching from different views, observing the different land masses and colors that seemed to vary from moment to moment. Patches of brown and green, large swaths of blue... both covered with curling patterns of clouds that streaked as constantly changing stripes of white. It was beautiful, yet familiar. Change out a few colors here or there, and vary the landmasses, and it wasn't particularly unique or special, though it did take an important role in their current war effort.
This planet could be seen clearly in the center of the Control Room's front pane, iron glass curving around so that the broad expanse of space was visible on all other sides. It made the planet seem oh so very small, a tiny marble of life that was lost in this otherwise barren patch of the cosmos. Really, it was no wonder more alien life forms didn't make their way here for a visit, since finding it could be so tricky if you didn't know where to look.
"Prowl, it looks like your new home is on the horizon. Not that there is a horizon here in space..."
Mused words, an idle flick of a hand in the direction of the planet.
Kamal was sitting in the main navigation chair, leaning back with one foot propped up along the front dash in one of the few clear spaces he could do so without unintentionally messing up any controls. He seemed at ease, relaxed, a singular optical panel staring out at the small world that he wished he could visit legitimately, rather than just view from afar. Even if it was unfortunately named, and was described as being 'filthy' to him, it would still be interesting to see if he had the opportunity.
The mech was slender, and thin, a wiry frame that was not built for war, or any form of conflict or combat. Everything about him was lightweight and modest, a drone that had surpassed such roles like many of the Decepticon fleet. If a human were to look upon him, they could describe him as skeletal in a way, armor varying shades of lighter gray, with a few patches of bio-lights that shined a vibrant green. His faceplate was devoid of any sort of actual face, an angular pane clapping forward with a vertical visor slicing right up its center. Spindly could be an accurate term.
Weaving, and bending away from the mech's back were countless pipes and cables that draped down and around him in an overabundance. Many of said conduits fed down into the actual ships flooring, where panels and plates were torn away from the ground, while just as many fed up into the ceiling up above. It was no wonder that the pilot did not stand, or approach Prowl, even on their first meeting, choosing to remain seated and converse from where he was rooted, or through the speaker system that lined the internal walls.
"It will take me a bit to maneuver into location... did you want to call and announce yourself? Or shall I do the honors?"
He spoke with a heavy dose of amusement, hand rising to the side of his helm to indicate a comm call, the words laced with just a touch of sadness. Kamal enjoyed company no matter who they were and what they were like. Just because Prowl was stuck up and uptight, didn’t mean he was going to be glad to be rid of him. It was lonely in space, and anyone to talk to was pleasant.
Behind them, deeper into the ship, there would be a rumbled bang and a growl, the notable sounds of the other mech's shuttle being torn apart by hydraulic arms and mechanized systems. The ship was trying to scavenge parts and useful materials that could be used to keep the vessel functional, knowing that an escape pod would not be useful being left as is. The destruction could be seen somewhat upon one of the multiple monitors in front of the captain's station, the static clipped screen revealing massive mechanical clamps ripping off one of the side panels to allow smaller limbs to go in next.