[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]Thinking Things Through [Fin]
Oct 6, 2018 18:37:03 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2018 18:37:03 GMT -5
{Week 2, Day 6}
Space was...cold.
An obvious statement, of course, but it was very relevant to Skystone’s issue.
Immediately post the Exodus of Cybertron, Skystone and any others she could gather shuttled themselves into space, their only thoughts being of how far they could get away from Cybertron and it’s destruction. Flitting from planet to planet, at each one losing another companion who simply couldn’t travel any longer.
Skystone, as per usual, couldn’t seem to sit still too long. Changing lifestyles was normal for her, and every time she’d settle near or at a planet (after all, even she couldn’t endlessly wander space) she’d become too restless, too caught up in thoughts and memories to stay.
Because of this, it wasn’t long before she was traveling alone. Traversing space by oneself was not safe, and soon she realized she needed to find a more permanent stopping place.
Cue the call to the planet called Earth, curtesy of Optimus Prime himself.
The day she got it was simple. She’d been shorter up at a nearby planet (the only real reason she’d even heard the call), so she’d located her little pod (it could hardly be called a ship), entered the coordinates, and then shuttled herself across space to the planet.
The ride was uneventful, thankfully, and she figured that this next stop would be a simple milk run, like in the good old days.
The issue being, she hadn’t accounted for the weather extremes of this planet.
She usually checked for these things- weather patterns, native life, and flight capabilities before landing on a planet. But this trip to Earth wasn’t exactly planned, and she’d been a little too eager to not be in the vaccum of space to be careful.
Galeforce winds buffeted her little pod, and soon she was crashing through a thick forest and landing roughly on the ground.
Groaning at the ache in her frame, she stumbled out of the pod, and turned around,
Ohh, frag.
The pod was ruined. Completely. The only way now to exit the planet would be to fly, but that didn’t mean she had any way to get to a feasible landing place. For all intents and purposes, she was stranded here.
She shifted her frame uneasily, before hastily sending out a signal to any who could hear. In hindsight, an unintelligent decision, but she’d never handled being stuck very well and certainly wasn’t thinking overly rationally.
Space was...cold.
An obvious statement, of course, but it was very relevant to Skystone’s issue.
Immediately post the Exodus of Cybertron, Skystone and any others she could gather shuttled themselves into space, their only thoughts being of how far they could get away from Cybertron and it’s destruction. Flitting from planet to planet, at each one losing another companion who simply couldn’t travel any longer.
Skystone, as per usual, couldn’t seem to sit still too long. Changing lifestyles was normal for her, and every time she’d settle near or at a planet (after all, even she couldn’t endlessly wander space) she’d become too restless, too caught up in thoughts and memories to stay.
Because of this, it wasn’t long before she was traveling alone. Traversing space by oneself was not safe, and soon she realized she needed to find a more permanent stopping place.
Cue the call to the planet called Earth, curtesy of Optimus Prime himself.
The day she got it was simple. She’d been shorter up at a nearby planet (the only real reason she’d even heard the call), so she’d located her little pod (it could hardly be called a ship), entered the coordinates, and then shuttled herself across space to the planet.
The ride was uneventful, thankfully, and she figured that this next stop would be a simple milk run, like in the good old days.
The issue being, she hadn’t accounted for the weather extremes of this planet.
She usually checked for these things- weather patterns, native life, and flight capabilities before landing on a planet. But this trip to Earth wasn’t exactly planned, and she’d been a little too eager to not be in the vaccum of space to be careful.
Galeforce winds buffeted her little pod, and soon she was crashing through a thick forest and landing roughly on the ground.
Groaning at the ache in her frame, she stumbled out of the pod, and turned around,
Ohh, frag.
The pod was ruined. Completely. The only way now to exit the planet would be to fly, but that didn’t mean she had any way to get to a feasible landing place. For all intents and purposes, she was stranded here.
She shifted her frame uneasily, before hastily sending out a signal to any who could hear. In hindsight, an unintelligent decision, but she’d never handled being stuck very well and certainly wasn’t thinking overly rationally.