[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]Grand Tour (Javelin, Skystone Closed)
Dec 20, 2018 14:12:20 GMT -5
Post by Javelin on Dec 20, 2018 14:12:20 GMT -5
Ep 2.5 Week 2 Day 7 Early AM
The sun had been up for about 4 hours, the day not yet hot but promising to be. The canyons outside the base were losing the early morning glow, the reds and golds burnishing down to a more average color. A few birds evolved to make a living in the dry environment had finished singing for the morning and were starting their daily regimen of looking for food.
Inside the Omega base, Javelin was sitting on the floor, on her aft, legs stretched out before her. She sat just inside the walkway for the Ground Bridge, back against the wall, her bow in her hands. On the floor before her were several small odd-looking tools; what looked like callipers, round metallic keys, and what appeared to be a small bottle of polish and cloth.
It was an odd place for her to settle, but she needed room and if she accidentally spilled any polish it would be easier to clean up here than in the recroom. Her own quarters seemed oddly stifling this morning. Sometimes Javelin found a quiet enjoyment in hanging out in places that were usually bustling and active, but were for now quiet and still. It seemed extra peaceful, somehow.
The base seemed abandoned, but it was likely due to the early time of day. Here on Earth the Autobots tried to adhere to Earth day and night schedule as much as possible, and it was quiet right now. No human children to make the walls echo with laughter or shouts, no television shows or cartoons sounding with mock explosions. Even the main monitor was quiet.
Javelin worked on her bow. Having just readjusted the tension on the wire with one of the rounded keys, she was now cleaning the body of the bow itself with the oil and cloth. The bow was made of a black metal, glossy and sleek looking. Various arrows made of bits and pieces found around the base were also lying at her feet, neatly lined up, looking for any irregularities that could cause them to fly crooked.
Near her knees was a well wrapped package, the material old and stained but in good condition. Just seen faintly from one end, where the material was wrapped a little looser, was what appeared to be the butt ends of another set of arrows. These seemed better made, all of a like, and nestled safely.