[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]Unjust Deserts (Open)
Mar 9, 2019 23:39:49 GMT -5
Post by Soundwave on Mar 9, 2019 23:39:49 GMT -5
::Commander, sir͢! ̵Good ͏t͘o ̶se͞e ͟y̸óu! Oh, you filthy̢ ̀li͡tt͘le ̧c͝a̷r͢ri͠o̴ń-̕fee͢d̛er͠s͏, y̸ou're in trouble now!::
Continued crackled interference.
A blanket of disruption.
No wonder getting a proper signal from Sparkplug across such a distance had proven impossible. The air hummed in a consent roar, needles and varied signals pulsing with nonstop angry noise to impair transmissions and communications. Basic conversation through the electronic channels were even breaking up, jittering and popping, being shattered despite its close range. If Soundwave simply had a typical remote link back to base, should he only have the most rudimentary connection to the Space Bridge, he would be trapped in this hazy field until a solution could be found and this battle stopped in its place.
Luckily... Soundwave was anything but typical in such regards.
Five... Six...
Snarled plates of metal pulling apart, a clicking whirl that accompanied a gradual approach towards the center of the battlefield... The navy mech did not seem fazed, not when a missile soared past Sparkplug and ruptured into a sea of fire and debris... nor when a similar weapon narrowly missed the Autobot flyer to add its own shrieking blast to the noise. The pelting of machine guns chattered angrily, while the particle canon scoured a new trench into earth and possible vehicle alike. Soundwave simply continued his advancement, calm, as the plating along his back unfurled to expose slender relays and sensory tools.
The satellite dish like system had a significantly more powerful boost behind it than the average long range communication. It had been used many times in the past to find the most subtle of signals traveling across broad expanses of Cybertron and other worlds alike. Sensitive, attuned and able to differentiate everything with ease... but Soundwave did not use it to try to read the signals going on, instead, he used its power like a javelin to lance right through the shrouding veil to talk to the Space Bridge.
Wavering.
Angry pushes.
As powerful as the satellite may be, and as easy as it was to make a connection, sending the fiddly telemetry data through the turbulence was a pain, and so, Soundwave made a rather executive decision to simply forgo distance accuracy to get a job accomplished. With this in mind, data scrolled across his visor, the screen angling straight at Bluestreak and his two companions.
Green and blue, it glittered beneath the felled mech, shining up to illuminate his outer edges as a pool spiraled out to create a perfect circle beneath his frame that was haloed in white. For a moment, it simply glittered, its surface rippling like a disturbed lake... but if the two occupants up on top of the Cybertronian were to look close, small stones seemed to slip and melt down into its surface like quicksand, a larger rock that had been settled happily, pulling beneath the veil soon after. This moment of realization... should it be had... it was so fleeting... so very short...
Before Bluestreak's form began to sag.
The languid pace ended as abruptly as it started.
Gravity was a cruel mistress, and she dug her nails in deep to take control. Should Rafael and Odessa not react quickly to try to escape, they would be taken with Bluestreak, wherever he was destined to go. Whether the humans were claimed in this or not, the moment the injured Cybertronian was gone the vortex would slam closed with a burst of white light that spiraled like embers into the air.
Nine... Ten...
An inky black visor slid over then, locking down onto the Aerial Autobot.
The unknown individual and Sparkplug, they were being proactive. They were being aggressive. While the Truce itself was being strained with their abundance of violence that bordered the edge of being a bit far, this other femme was simply appearing to use suppressive fire, letting herself be pelted by bullets and nearly getting her helm blown clean off by a missile. She appeared to be a weak link, a sitting duck, one well aimed weapon could ground her in an instant.
If the truce were not in place, that would be her problem.
But Soundwave always honored Megatron's choices.
New data scrolled out across Soundwave's black screen as a fresh portal was forced to manifest through the hazy connection back to the Space Bridge. As with the one with Bluestreak, it was on ground level, not wanting to simply wait for the femme to get her wits about her and move through a gateway on her own. While it was abundantly rude, potentially terrifying, and more difficult to aim without ripping off someone's leg in the process, it could be fast.
Should Skystone not move or attempt to escape in time, she too would be claimed by gravity and hurled to parts unknown.