[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]Sticks and Stones [Whirl, Mitch, Scream, Soundwave, Closed]
Sept 16, 2018 22:19:17 GMT -5
Post by Skirmisher on Sept 16, 2018 22:19:17 GMT -5
“I'll explain my change of processor later,” Skirmisher said, hearing Whirl's question as to his change of mind. The Praxian hadn't wanted Soundwave to have overheard the reason since it could be held against them, and it could be held towards strengthening the Decepticons' decision to break the Truce. “I think you're very competent, Whirl. That's not in question,”
“You may not want him, Whirl, but we can't leave him. Starscream already made that choice,” he'd say.
“Let's see here...” he'd say, passing the medical scanner across Windshield's frame again. “I think we can transport him. His vitals are stable, at least for the time being. Whirl, I'm going to need you to help load him into my alt-form's troop bay,”
Standing straight, Skirmisher stepped back a short distance from the prone and unconscious Windshield before the processes began shifting his gears and armored plating to vital components. The transformation process had been an evolutionary necessity first programmed into their kind at the infancy of the Cybertronian species, and had from a simple glance appeared not too dissimilar to the evolutionary mutations of certain carbon-based life forms including reptiles and avians on that particular planet, with the exception that unlike the avians and reptiles whose disguises warded off potential natural predators there hadn't been any real natural predators on the Cybertronian species' planet. That particular alteration had only allowed, loosely speaking, the Cybertronians to engage one or the other through acts of espionage. The entire process took only nano-klicks, and when the entire process had finished a VTOL capable V-22 Osprey in the colors of the United States Air Force sat where previously a bipedal mech had. The aft-ramp descended revealing the interior of a troop bay that doubled as a cargo bay while the motors in the two distinct nacelles had revved causing the twin rotors to spin.
“You may not want him, Whirl, but we can't leave him. Starscream already made that choice,” he'd say.
“Let's see here...” he'd say, passing the medical scanner across Windshield's frame again. “I think we can transport him. His vitals are stable, at least for the time being. Whirl, I'm going to need you to help load him into my alt-form's troop bay,”
Standing straight, Skirmisher stepped back a short distance from the prone and unconscious Windshield before the processes began shifting his gears and armored plating to vital components. The transformation process had been an evolutionary necessity first programmed into their kind at the infancy of the Cybertronian species, and had from a simple glance appeared not too dissimilar to the evolutionary mutations of certain carbon-based life forms including reptiles and avians on that particular planet, with the exception that unlike the avians and reptiles whose disguises warded off potential natural predators there hadn't been any real natural predators on the Cybertronian species' planet. That particular alteration had only allowed, loosely speaking, the Cybertronians to engage one or the other through acts of espionage. The entire process took only nano-klicks, and when the entire process had finished a VTOL capable V-22 Osprey in the colors of the United States Air Force sat where previously a bipedal mech had. The aft-ramp descended revealing the interior of a troop bay that doubled as a cargo bay while the motors in the two distinct nacelles had revved causing the twin rotors to spin.