[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]Off Leash [Closed] Jul 28, 2018 15:28:31 GMT -5
Post by Carbine on Jul 28, 2018 15:28:31 GMT -5
Ep 2.5 | Week 1 | Day 3
Haven was an interesting place.
In a lot of ways, it was very similar to the Omega Outpost. Makeshift hallways, a sort of rough feel, the idea of a central room where everything else splits apart from, it was well designed! But on the other hand, it was not set up for war, so that is where a lot of the similarities ended. Comfort, functionality, easy of traffic should there be any number of individuals passing through... it was taken into account. Traders that were trying to take advantage of the war situation were a rather common sight towards the central areas, however, the further you got from these initial spots the more rough and worn things started to become and the less you tended to see others.
Metal clad walls melting away to stone, concrete floors cracked and unkempt... the deeper one got into the more functional bowls of the base, the more it became apparent that this outpost had once been a mining system, and could very well still have some of the valuable resources nestled deep beneath its layers. Sadly, it was out of the Autobots reach however... forbidden fruit that hung just before their noses, taunting and teasing, while they scramble to find their own mining system so the hunger and threats of starvation could go away.
Small flecks of the baiting smell of raw Energon danced through the near nonexistent currents, drifting up from the bowls of the mines to trail along the upper reaches. It was so subtle... so very delicate, just barely able to be picked up upon. To a normal individual it was probably overlooked entirely, clouded by dust and dirt as well as the smell of metals and the dry African air that seeped in from the outside.
But that was because they weren’t built for such things.
Tap tap click...
A form started to walk down one of the empty hallways, its steps light despite the elongated shadows it cast along the far wall betraying its potential size. Soft clicks of peds, a near dancing trot to it... it didn’t sound particularly normal for a Cybertronian's gait all things considered. The reasoning behind this soon became painfully apparent however, as a large Cybertronian dog rounded the corner.
The canine was rather sizable, even among their kind, it looking like it had held a purposeful function before the war and was not simply a companion animal that draped over a lucky mech or femme's lap. To further accent this to be true was the clashing black and white paint job that seemed standard for many police officers, its surface dinged and scraped a bit, dusted over with grit that dulled out its natural gloss. A pair of emergency lights were planted above each shoulder, angled slightly forward and domed up so that the light could cast out when activated, though for the current moment they were off, the plastic shell scraped and hazy.
Bolo didn't really know why they had come to this place. He didn't really understand where they were fully. Master had needed to haul some boxes to this location, and let him drop free so that he could sniff around and stretch his legs a bit. There were orders of course... not to cause trouble, not to attack anyone. Basically be a good boy and mind ones own business, but 'minding own business' didn't really translate too well to the toddler like processor. So... Bolo was exploring, chasing the scent of Energon along the hallways with curious abandon for just how far he had meandered off.
Something of interest had to be down here.