[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]First Contact! [open]
Jul 31, 2018 7:18:15 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2018 7:18:15 GMT -5
Episode: 2.5 – Week: 2 – Day: 6
Location: Eurasia – Russia
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It was a peaceful area, untouched by human society and their large cities. Here it was nature which dominated over the vast landscape of tall mountains, covered in forests and portions of wild steppes as its lakes and rivers snaked their way through the never ending cliffs and paths. Snow lay on higher regions, coating the tips of mountain tops in a pure white while leaving a trail of powder into the sheltered forests.
Yet it was a sight that could only be seen through shadows and sharp edges, melted together in a blurry image of fuzzy silhouettes. Downfall had experienced many planets and explored almost enough to know a thing or two about foreign worlds. Some were harsh and brutal to survive in, filled with toxic substances that could melt through someone's plating easily, and some were empty and cold, providing nothing more than a rough ground to walk on. But this one, was none of those planets it seemed.
A sing-sang sound was audible between the mountain cliffs then, echoing along the dense rock formations. Happy chipper of birds weaved through the trees while wild capercaillie's gargled for their mates. Even some heavy groaning of bark bent in the strong wind that whipped between the branches, leaving the air scream in pain. The temperature had already begun to drop to an almost freezing point as the warmth of the sun began to vanish behind the rough mountain wall.
The big flier continued nonetheless, walking on a path which was made out of stone and gritty sand. Muddy and wet, the surface was soft and easily gave in under the heavy titans pedes. Every step was carefully placed. The smell of soaked soil mixed with the air while the wind carried it to far away places. Trees stood tall and proud, some even rested broken down on the muddy earth itself, having surrendered to past storms and heavy rainfalls that probably had befallen this area.
His servo clawed experimentally at one of the trees nearby. Sharp talons gripping around the weak wood with almost no resistance before lifting and tearing it neatly apart, dropping it to the ground afterwards. The surface of those organic sticks was soft and felt weird against his palm, just like anything else around him, but instinctively he knew to be careful with them. Especially after they had surrendered so easily under his weight. Then, his other servo tipped at the side of his helm, a sharp 'pling' followed and a message was send.
It was about time!
The message was of Cybetronian origin, a simple S.O.S signal and a neutral one at that, waiting to be picked up by any radar or radio listening in. Yet it did not contain any information of who exactly had sent it. No name was mentioned, no sound was made and no voice would speak. But, it contained a request for assistance, and the coordinates of the location the individual was currently in, which Downfall was very aware of.
By the time he lowered his servo again, nature had already calmed itself and prepared for the cold and dark night that was ahead of it. The big flier on the other hand prepared himself for any incoming sound or signal that would find its way through the forest, listening carefully in to any radio waves while falling silent himself.
Location: Eurasia – Russia
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It was a peaceful area, untouched by human society and their large cities. Here it was nature which dominated over the vast landscape of tall mountains, covered in forests and portions of wild steppes as its lakes and rivers snaked their way through the never ending cliffs and paths. Snow lay on higher regions, coating the tips of mountain tops in a pure white while leaving a trail of powder into the sheltered forests.
Yet it was a sight that could only be seen through shadows and sharp edges, melted together in a blurry image of fuzzy silhouettes. Downfall had experienced many planets and explored almost enough to know a thing or two about foreign worlds. Some were harsh and brutal to survive in, filled with toxic substances that could melt through someone's plating easily, and some were empty and cold, providing nothing more than a rough ground to walk on. But this one, was none of those planets it seemed.
A sing-sang sound was audible between the mountain cliffs then, echoing along the dense rock formations. Happy chipper of birds weaved through the trees while wild capercaillie's gargled for their mates. Even some heavy groaning of bark bent in the strong wind that whipped between the branches, leaving the air scream in pain. The temperature had already begun to drop to an almost freezing point as the warmth of the sun began to vanish behind the rough mountain wall.
The big flier continued nonetheless, walking on a path which was made out of stone and gritty sand. Muddy and wet, the surface was soft and easily gave in under the heavy titans pedes. Every step was carefully placed. The smell of soaked soil mixed with the air while the wind carried it to far away places. Trees stood tall and proud, some even rested broken down on the muddy earth itself, having surrendered to past storms and heavy rainfalls that probably had befallen this area.
His servo clawed experimentally at one of the trees nearby. Sharp talons gripping around the weak wood with almost no resistance before lifting and tearing it neatly apart, dropping it to the ground afterwards. The surface of those organic sticks was soft and felt weird against his palm, just like anything else around him, but instinctively he knew to be careful with them. Especially after they had surrendered so easily under his weight. Then, his other servo tipped at the side of his helm, a sharp 'pling' followed and a message was send.
It was about time!
The message was of Cybetronian origin, a simple S.O.S signal and a neutral one at that, waiting to be picked up by any radar or radio listening in. Yet it did not contain any information of who exactly had sent it. No name was mentioned, no sound was made and no voice would speak. But, it contained a request for assistance, and the coordinates of the location the individual was currently in, which Downfall was very aware of.
By the time he lowered his servo again, nature had already calmed itself and prepared for the cold and dark night that was ahead of it. The big flier on the other hand prepared himself for any incoming sound or signal that would find its way through the forest, listening carefully in to any radio waves while falling silent himself.