[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]Tango (Finale, Soundwave, Closed)
Oct 19, 2019 20:36:36 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2019 20:36:36 GMT -5
Week 4, Day 5
5:00 am local Earth time
The sound of wheels on asphalt was a strange sound.
It was somewhat early in the morning, the rising sun looking redder than normal. The air was cool, a slight mist hovering just above the ground.
The vehicle moved swiftly over the road, hugging tightly to the curves. It was almost as brilliant as the sun, as the metallic silver of the frame reflected back the sunlight. Luckily, there were no humans out on the road just yet to see the strange vehicle ripping along the highway.
The Dodge Tomahawk stood out. It wasn’t something normally seen...anywhere, really. Finale had chosen it as her altmode because it so closely resembled her own true Cybertronian form. She had looked over all the options nearby, and had been disgusted. Earth vehicles were clunky and rough, having no class, no style, no grace.
Having to keep off the roads during the times the native beasts were more likely to be using them and see her was a small price to pay, really. She didn’t want to interact with them in any manner anyway.
Up ahead, she could hear what sounded like the engine of an earth vehicle, and she cast out her scanner. Sure enough, there it was. In the distance, but coming towards her, a big ugly blue thing charmingly called a “pickup”.
Well, time to get off the road, then.
Without slowing an iota, Finale turned, and shot off the highway, following a thin trail down over a little embankment. Once off the road, hidden from human eyes, she transformed, still travelling at great speed. Finale gracefully tumbled in the air, twisting to slow her fall, and landed nearly silently in some tall grass close to the tree line. She moved forward, ducking under some branches from a great tree, sinking into the shadows of the forest.
Here the air was even cooler, and the solitude was great. Songbirds were just now getting into full swing, the night hunters had all retired. Shafts of sunlight dropped through the branches overhead like brilliant golden metallic beams. Here the mist was rolling back, moving about in faint eddies and swirls as the breezes mixed them.
Finale listened as the pickup approached, then left, fading into the distance. The roads would start to fill with humans now. No point going back.
She pushed on into the forest, eventually coming out into a small rocky clearing. From the amount of trash left behind, Finale could only assume this area had once been used for a human shelter of some kind, the remains of an old campfire still visible through the grass.
She grunted, and pushed forward, coming to sit on a large boulder, an inky black femme, perched in the middle of an earth forest.
It was somewhat early in the morning, the rising sun looking redder than normal. The air was cool, a slight mist hovering just above the ground.
The vehicle moved swiftly over the road, hugging tightly to the curves. It was almost as brilliant as the sun, as the metallic silver of the frame reflected back the sunlight. Luckily, there were no humans out on the road just yet to see the strange vehicle ripping along the highway.
The Dodge Tomahawk stood out. It wasn’t something normally seen...anywhere, really. Finale had chosen it as her altmode because it so closely resembled her own true Cybertronian form. She had looked over all the options nearby, and had been disgusted. Earth vehicles were clunky and rough, having no class, no style, no grace.
Having to keep off the roads during the times the native beasts were more likely to be using them and see her was a small price to pay, really. She didn’t want to interact with them in any manner anyway.
Up ahead, she could hear what sounded like the engine of an earth vehicle, and she cast out her scanner. Sure enough, there it was. In the distance, but coming towards her, a big ugly blue thing charmingly called a “pickup”.
Well, time to get off the road, then.
Without slowing an iota, Finale turned, and shot off the highway, following a thin trail down over a little embankment. Once off the road, hidden from human eyes, she transformed, still travelling at great speed. Finale gracefully tumbled in the air, twisting to slow her fall, and landed nearly silently in some tall grass close to the tree line. She moved forward, ducking under some branches from a great tree, sinking into the shadows of the forest.
Here the air was even cooler, and the solitude was great. Songbirds were just now getting into full swing, the night hunters had all retired. Shafts of sunlight dropped through the branches overhead like brilliant golden metallic beams. Here the mist was rolling back, moving about in faint eddies and swirls as the breezes mixed them.
Finale listened as the pickup approached, then left, fading into the distance. The roads would start to fill with humans now. No point going back.
She pushed on into the forest, eventually coming out into a small rocky clearing. From the amount of trash left behind, Finale could only assume this area had once been used for a human shelter of some kind, the remains of an old campfire still visible through the grass.
She grunted, and pushed forward, coming to sit on a large boulder, an inky black femme, perched in the middle of an earth forest.