[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]Belly of The Beast [Whirl, Skirmisher, Ratchet, OP, Odessa]
Oct 6, 2018 5:51:34 GMT -5
Post by Windshield on Oct 6, 2018 5:51:34 GMT -5
Episode 2.5 / Week 2 / Day 7
/ After Delving Deep / After Sticks and Stones / Closed
It was a quiet evening. The hot, arid wasteland of Nevada grew cold as darkness rolled in. Besides crickets chirping, snakes rattling, and other sounds of nature, there was nothing to break the atmosphere of the ever-boring flatlands—until the sounds of rotary blades pierced the silence. Those sounds belonged to Whirl and Skirmisher, who carried a special guest with them. Although they attempted communication before, silence met their attempts. Something must have been amiss.
As for their special guest, it'd appear that he was about to get rowdy. Windshield opened his optics and blinked twice. He saw himself surrounded by metal from all sides. Considering his previous position, this was neither a step-down or a step-up—but he was back at square one regardless.
Just great.
He tried to move as he did before on the Ark. Of course, what he didn't realize was that the metal surrounding him was his Autobot captor. At first, he tried to force his strength on the metal walls, trying to open them like an oversized tuna can—from the inside and with bare hands. All things considered, it was not like opening a can of tuna at all.
Then it clicked. The sound outside, those were rotaries. Windshield was not in a metal trap. He was inside an Autobot, the very same that "attacked" him. That was reason enough to stop, and so he did.
Being inside an Autobot presented itself with a unique opportunity. For one, nobody could punch Windshield. For another, it gave him the time and space to do what he does best—talk.
A sly grin crossed his features.
"Well, hello there, Autobot," Windshield purred. His voice sounded relaxed and cocky. Not exactly the tone one would expect from a Decepticon that just woke up after experiencing makeshift Autobot surgery.
"You know, I've been thinking about the Decepticon thing. It was fun while it lasted, but I'm not a big fan of the whole getting shot part—or the part where Starscream left me for scrap!"
At first, he carried his tone with a casual demeanor. Then, it turned sour and angry. Oh, how he despised Starscream for what he just did. Windshield still had a hard time believing it.
"And, well, considering you know I know you are not taking me to meet a friendly welcoming party—maaaaaybe you could at least consider my seething hatred for Starscream before you pass any judgments?"
/ After Delving Deep / After Sticks and Stones / Closed
It was a quiet evening. The hot, arid wasteland of Nevada grew cold as darkness rolled in. Besides crickets chirping, snakes rattling, and other sounds of nature, there was nothing to break the atmosphere of the ever-boring flatlands—until the sounds of rotary blades pierced the silence. Those sounds belonged to Whirl and Skirmisher, who carried a special guest with them. Although they attempted communication before, silence met their attempts. Something must have been amiss.
As for their special guest, it'd appear that he was about to get rowdy. Windshield opened his optics and blinked twice. He saw himself surrounded by metal from all sides. Considering his previous position, this was neither a step-down or a step-up—but he was back at square one regardless.
Just great.
He tried to move as he did before on the Ark. Of course, what he didn't realize was that the metal surrounding him was his Autobot captor. At first, he tried to force his strength on the metal walls, trying to open them like an oversized tuna can—from the inside and with bare hands. All things considered, it was not like opening a can of tuna at all.
Then it clicked. The sound outside, those were rotaries. Windshield was not in a metal trap. He was inside an Autobot, the very same that "attacked" him. That was reason enough to stop, and so he did.
Being inside an Autobot presented itself with a unique opportunity. For one, nobody could punch Windshield. For another, it gave him the time and space to do what he does best—talk.
A sly grin crossed his features.
"Well, hello there, Autobot," Windshield purred. His voice sounded relaxed and cocky. Not exactly the tone one would expect from a Decepticon that just woke up after experiencing makeshift Autobot surgery.
"You know, I've been thinking about the Decepticon thing. It was fun while it lasted, but I'm not a big fan of the whole getting shot part—or the part where Starscream left me for scrap!"
At first, he carried his tone with a casual demeanor. Then, it turned sour and angry. Oh, how he despised Starscream for what he just did. Windshield still had a hard time believing it.
"And, well, considering you know I know you are not taking me to meet a friendly welcoming party—maaaaaybe you could at least consider my seething hatred for Starscream before you pass any judgments?"