[ti]Ep 2[/ti]Here Comes the General [Closed w/ Optimus Prime & Ratchet]
Apr 23, 2018 21:31:14 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2018 21:31:14 GMT -5
Week 3, Day 7
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- Boom! -
"What in Kaon was that?"
The General grumbled in a disgruntled fashion, the low rumble resonating through her chassis and echoing slightly through the canyon. She was in no mood to play games, and for the past few hours she'd been attempting to find cover rather than stand next to her crashed stasis pod and wave around a white flag frantically. She stuck out like a sore thumb, her bright orange design and the designing of energon veining pulsing a bright cyan. Her size, for a Cybertronian femme, was remarkable. Not to mention she'd made quite the commotion when she entered the Earth's atmosphere.
Renegade oscillated in her stance, swaying back and forth as she remained still, listening cautiously to her surroundings. She cast an agitated glance toward her pod, realizing that the shuttle door had made the abrupt noise as it fell off of its hinges. Rolling her optics, she moved back into the shadow, and raised her right arm taught in front of her. A panel slid from her arm revealing a comm link panel. For a moment she hesitated; would it be Autobots or Decepticons who greeted her signal? She shook her helm.
It couldn't possibly get any worse than it already was.
The femme shifted on her pedes, grunting lowly as a sharp wave of pain swept through her wing, shattering her nerves like a violent and unrelenting electricity. Her wings fluttered, tensing, she set the signal online, and began to speak. Now, she wasn't exactly sure where she was, and her memory was spotty; and frankly the bits and pieces she knew of didn't make much sense. She heaved a sigh, formulating words as she attempted to sound professional.
"This is Autobot General Renegade. If anybot can hear me, please respond promptly."
She waited.
Static.
Just. Perfect.
She raised her slender servos to her facial plate, her digits drifting over her mesh as she shook slightly in anxiety. What was going on?
Optimus Prime
-
- Boom! -
"What in Kaon was that?"
The General grumbled in a disgruntled fashion, the low rumble resonating through her chassis and echoing slightly through the canyon. She was in no mood to play games, and for the past few hours she'd been attempting to find cover rather than stand next to her crashed stasis pod and wave around a white flag frantically. She stuck out like a sore thumb, her bright orange design and the designing of energon veining pulsing a bright cyan. Her size, for a Cybertronian femme, was remarkable. Not to mention she'd made quite the commotion when she entered the Earth's atmosphere.
Renegade oscillated in her stance, swaying back and forth as she remained still, listening cautiously to her surroundings. She cast an agitated glance toward her pod, realizing that the shuttle door had made the abrupt noise as it fell off of its hinges. Rolling her optics, she moved back into the shadow, and raised her right arm taught in front of her. A panel slid from her arm revealing a comm link panel. For a moment she hesitated; would it be Autobots or Decepticons who greeted her signal? She shook her helm.
It couldn't possibly get any worse than it already was.
The femme shifted on her pedes, grunting lowly as a sharp wave of pain swept through her wing, shattering her nerves like a violent and unrelenting electricity. Her wings fluttered, tensing, she set the signal online, and began to speak. Now, she wasn't exactly sure where she was, and her memory was spotty; and frankly the bits and pieces she knew of didn't make much sense. She heaved a sigh, formulating words as she attempted to sound professional.
"This is Autobot General Renegade. If anybot can hear me, please respond promptly."
She waited.
Static.
Just. Perfect.
She raised her slender servos to her facial plate, her digits drifting over her mesh as she shook slightly in anxiety. What was going on?
Optimus Prime