[ti]Ep 2[/ti]No Regrets [Breakdown]
Feb 1, 2018 15:05:41 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2018 15:05:41 GMT -5
Episode: 2 – Week: 4 – Day: 5
Location:Nemesis/Flight-deck
The view was certainly something to enjoy. The sun hovered in a dark red and yellow color over the horizon and started to paint the alien world underneath in a golden and orange hue, rays of light barely scratched the surface and began to throw large shadows upon the area. The ship itself was affected briefly by the color display, the sharp and twised metal rose up and into the sky and mirrored the darker shades on top of the flight-deck in long and outdrawn shadows as it moved through the air with distinct shapes and tower-like constructions. It surely clashed with the dark metal colors and different shades of purple and grey, yet, it was a beautiful sight to witness.
At this time of the day, or rather end, it was fairly common to see the outside of the Nemesis deserted, not that it necessarily was a place that boomed with life anyway, but still; having an actual place to retreat to was welcoming!
The Decepticon shook his helm in order to clear his thoughts and glanced back over his left shoulder, catching the outlines of the hangar doors that had been spiraled shut for the time being as to make sure that no other individual would bother or disturb the quiet peace he enjoyed so far.
It was nearly time for the crew to end their current shifts; patrols would be passed over to another shift, and those stationed elsewhere could return to their hab-suits to gain some rest if they so wished. It was exactly this time of the day he'd been waiting for, as now was the moment he could possibly gain someone's attention without being brushed aside with a rather hollow excuse of 'I'm at work, I can't talk right now' or the famous 'Go and bother someone else' kind of thing.
His servo slowly reached up to the side of his helm, tapping along the white curves a few times before searching for a personal frequency he'd obtained from a few Vehicons not long ago. Blackframe was certainly glad that the purple drones liked to talk a lot, and chatter away of whatever someone wanted to know. Sure, some were harder to talk to than others, but it always came down to the name of one 'Con whenever he'd asked them of 'who' would be the most reliable source regarding the information he pursued...
It surely was surprising of how much reputation the blue brawler had among the troops, a reputation which left Blackframe question the fact what the other must have done to reach this kind of popularity among their ranks.
However, right now it was exactly this Decepticon he tried to contact; letting his servo trace loosely atop while opening the channel to send a message through. Blackframe did not speak, nor did he intend to use his voice or give away his designation just yet, but rather decided to sent an invitation in the form of a written letter through the open frequency. It was a simple wall of text, adressed at Breakdown and formulated short and straight to the point with the request to meet at the Nemesis' flight-deck, outdoors of course, alone and as soon as possible.
The officer knew that the chance of actually receiving an asnwer from the other was rather low and that his request could be ignored or turned down at any given time, yet he had hope and simply waited as this was all he could do for now while continuing to watch the sunset in front of him.
Location:Nemesis/Flight-deck
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The sound of metal against metal swung faintly through the air as black and white peds impacted lightly with the ships' railing, clanging in tune to the sound of the humming engine. While sitting comfortly on top of the border that seperated the Nemesis' flight-deck and the deep nothingness underneath the flying vessel; Blackframe took no greater care in worrying of falling or slipping through a gap that certainly would lead straight to his death as he continued to blankly stare into the distance.The view was certainly something to enjoy. The sun hovered in a dark red and yellow color over the horizon and started to paint the alien world underneath in a golden and orange hue, rays of light barely scratched the surface and began to throw large shadows upon the area. The ship itself was affected briefly by the color display, the sharp and twised metal rose up and into the sky and mirrored the darker shades on top of the flight-deck in long and outdrawn shadows as it moved through the air with distinct shapes and tower-like constructions. It surely clashed with the dark metal colors and different shades of purple and grey, yet, it was a beautiful sight to witness.
At this time of the day, or rather end, it was fairly common to see the outside of the Nemesis deserted, not that it necessarily was a place that boomed with life anyway, but still; having an actual place to retreat to was welcoming!
The Decepticon shook his helm in order to clear his thoughts and glanced back over his left shoulder, catching the outlines of the hangar doors that had been spiraled shut for the time being as to make sure that no other individual would bother or disturb the quiet peace he enjoyed so far.
It was nearly time for the crew to end their current shifts; patrols would be passed over to another shift, and those stationed elsewhere could return to their hab-suits to gain some rest if they so wished. It was exactly this time of the day he'd been waiting for, as now was the moment he could possibly gain someone's attention without being brushed aside with a rather hollow excuse of 'I'm at work, I can't talk right now' or the famous 'Go and bother someone else' kind of thing.
His servo slowly reached up to the side of his helm, tapping along the white curves a few times before searching for a personal frequency he'd obtained from a few Vehicons not long ago. Blackframe was certainly glad that the purple drones liked to talk a lot, and chatter away of whatever someone wanted to know. Sure, some were harder to talk to than others, but it always came down to the name of one 'Con whenever he'd asked them of 'who' would be the most reliable source regarding the information he pursued...
It surely was surprising of how much reputation the blue brawler had among the troops, a reputation which left Blackframe question the fact what the other must have done to reach this kind of popularity among their ranks.
However, right now it was exactly this Decepticon he tried to contact; letting his servo trace loosely atop while opening the channel to send a message through. Blackframe did not speak, nor did he intend to use his voice or give away his designation just yet, but rather decided to sent an invitation in the form of a written letter through the open frequency. It was a simple wall of text, adressed at Breakdown and formulated short and straight to the point with the request to meet at the Nemesis' flight-deck, outdoors of course, alone and as soon as possible.
The officer knew that the chance of actually receiving an asnwer from the other was rather low and that his request could be ignored or turned down at any given time, yet he had hope and simply waited as this was all he could do for now while continuing to watch the sunset in front of him.