[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]To Seek that which is Lost [Open]
Sept 6, 2018 14:23:26 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2018 14:23:26 GMT -5
-Episode 2.5
-Week 1
-Day 4
-Day 4
“Scanning, no Cybertronian signals detected.” Those words, those same words over and over again, each planet each solar system those same words were spoken by Teletran. Dreadwing sat at the cockpit of his small transport ship, roaming the emptiness of space, his large hands clenching tightly into a fist boiling, his left brow twitching whilst his teeth grit together, creating a metallic screeching noise. Dreadwing began to lose hope in his search of the Universe for his long lost twin, the Kaon archives had narrowed down his search to a handful of solar systems, but each one he scanned had led to nothing but dead ends. The empty silence of isolation began to take its toll on the Seeker, after so many solar cycles of constant war, destruction and death he did not know a world without it, it became alien to not be constantly watching your back at every turn to prevent being blasted into tiny pieces by an Autobot.
The various control panels highlighted his current position, encased in its files were star maps of the local sector, discovered by the great pioneers of Cybertron allowing Dreadwing to see every planet he came across, seeing strange species of all sorts but one planet remained untouched. A small water covered globe which the galactic map highlighted to be a large source of Energon reserves, examining the small stack of Energon cubes he had left, Dreadwing had no choice.
“Teletran, set coordinates for BX5-C” His usual prideful voice had lost all its meaning, he would never find his twin, let alone any Cybertronian at this rate. The ship complied, setting to an auto pilot, allowing Dreadwing to rest for the journey, playing into his thoughts. He remembered his time as a Decepticon during the Great Civil War, reliving the times of war, a time he could smile to. There he was, flying over the hundreds of blaster shots alongside his fellow kin, unleashing barrages from above to cause massive damage, standing idly observing the mighty Megatron lead the assault against Iacon, the time he wish he would return to. With every victory however, also followed the many horrors of war, his fellow seekers falling left and right, the many times Dreadwing had escaped death until finally a blaring signal from the star map brought him back to the cockpit.
“Cybertronian signal detected.” The plain and robotic voice of his ship alerted with a flashing red beam of light. Dreadwing stood to his feet, observing the small life signature, then came another, and another and another, at least a few dozen were picked up from above the atmosphere. A great joy came across Dreadwing’s face, finally he could no longer be alone...but were they Autobot...or Decepticon signals he had detected? “Teletraan, enhance the search!” Dreadwing began configuring the search to a larger area manually “Scanning.” The Seeker awaiting in anticipation, tapping his fingers on the control console, a small percentage bar shooting up to 100% focusing on a more thorough search of the planet, instantly it takes a large reading. Sirens set off with a violet glow around the ship “Alert, Nemesis signature located.” The Nemesis...the Decepticon warship that held Megatron and many other Decepticons during the final battle of Cybertron, but they disappeared thousands of eons ago?!
Dreadwing manually takes the pilot seat, commendering the vessel himself, plunging directly down into the planet. The ship begins to issue various warnings but the Decepticon does not listen, the Nemesis was his only goal, the engines began to give way, gradually losing control of his ship, the gravity of the planet taking over “Low energon levels, systems failing.” Dreadwing dashes out from the cockpit, going to what is left of his Energon supplies, using his strength he lifts a stack of Energon cubes making his way to the engine room when suddenly the ship jolted backwards sending Dreadwing crashing against a wall dropping his Energon.
Following the initial impact, another jolt caused Dreadwing to fly across the cargo hold, each time crashing with more force against each surface. Finally the ship made impact with the ground, going at such speeds to tear the ground around it apart, setting at a massive collection of boulders. Among the ruins, the Decepticon rose up from the rubble, various cables were strung out from the plated interior causing electrical sparks providing the only source of light, gently Dreadwing made his way to what was left of the command console, “Teletraan, respond?!” “Syste-systems...fai-failing….la-lan-..>Ea-E…” The power to his transport ship faded.
Dreadwing stumbled his way to the emergency hatch door, his body baring various dents and cracks of shrapnel that had impacted him during the crash. The circuits in his optics still recovering from the initial blast leaving his vision blurry. Gripping his two clawed hands over the top corner of the hatch he began to force it open, using all the strength in his gears to gradually tear down it down piece by piece, the ray of sunlight flashing into his red optics, temporarily blinding him as the hatch bursts open. Other than seeing the mess his ship had made into the rocky surface, caved behind various canyons following a terrain of nothing but dirt and sand.
He emerges from the wreckage, his hand placed on his torso whilst he gains his bearings, all throughout having the suspicion of being constantly watched, a sitting target with no source of cover or advantage an all too ill fate.