[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Recoil [Knock Out, Megatron, Shockwave, Soundwave]
Dec 5, 2019 23:07:46 GMT -5
Post by Starscream on Dec 5, 2019 23:07:46 GMT -5
Episode 3 | Week 1 | Day 3
There was a quiet hum of contempt as Starscream pushed open the door to the Assembly Hall. Then a pause, almost as if he was taking a moment to consider, before stepping fully inside.
The once roughed out cavernous space had changed much in the months since they'd first arrived here at Blackridge. High, bare stone walls had been reinforced with long metal panels and welded beams as the room had been expanded. A once dusty floor had now been smoothed and polished to a glossy finish that surprisingly hadn't been too scuffed by the pedes of many Vehicons passing through. A touch of elegance was found with shimmering bands of mica and other reflective stone that only seemed to accent the amber lights that dotted the ceiling and walls, draping the room in a subtle orange glow. Tables had been roughed out of rock, with one larger than the rest in the middle of the room with carved stone chairs and benches to match.
Starscream was Lord of the Decepticons - the rightful leader, yet he had barely stepped foot in here. This room with all its grandeur (at least, considering the rest of Blackridge) was somewhere he’d imagined himself holding meetings - raising morale among his loyal followers and basking in the glory that came with his rank.
That day had unfortunately not yet come, but as they say - all good things take time.
Another hum. Starscream found himself pacing the room.
He moved carefully, with light footfalls that still managed to echo around the high, curving walls. Where there would usually be Vehicons standing around during shift changes or those rare moments where they found themselves awaiting a new task, the room was empty - save for the lone Seeker. The silence would not last long, though. Summons had been sent to both Soundwave and Shockwave- it was time for a little chat, and they were due at any moment.
Things had been going very well indeed for the Decepticons since the collapse of Haven. With the destruction of that hovel, the ceasefire they had shared with the Autobots had gone down with it. Unfortunately, the prepared attack hadn’t gone exactly to plan - the bombs hadn’t killed their intended targets. Regardless, the message had been loud and clear, and now the next stages of this war were finally underway.
Making his way over to one of the many tables, he’d pause in his movements, gaze drifting upward to peer at the amber lights along the ceiling. Taking a moment to silently think over everything he had achieved since taking his rightful place as Lord of the Decepticons, and his plans for the future.
Mining was absolutely in full swing now, and their Energon supplies had surpassed those of when they had the Nemesis, almost to the point of borderline excess - yet they showed no signs of halting. Blackridge had been expanded upon, it no longer feeling quite so claustrophobic and cramped, and while he’d heard of complaints as to the sleeping arrangements, it did not concern him. It was no Nemesis, but for what they needed it would make do.
There hadn’t been much activity from the Autobots, either. One Energon mine had been raided with a few Vehicons lost. In the grand scheme of things, however, it was inconsequential and Starscream did not seem too phased by the attack. By all accounts, they hadn’t attempted another raid, but next time they would not be so lucky.
He was biding his time. The failed attack on the Autobots at Haven meant that the next time would have to go exactly to plan, and as much as he hated to admit it, he couldn’t do that alone.
Meaning it was time to check in with Soundwave and Shockwave. Soundwave would know the movements of the Autobots better than he, as well as provide updates as to their Energon supplies - something Starscream was immensely proud of, and Shockwave - well, he’d neither seen nor heard from the Scientist almost since they’d arrived here at Blackridge. A report here or there from Knock Out into the status of the virus that’d since-been eradicated, but he was curious as to what the one-eyed mech was up to. Quiet was good, but things had been too quiet as of late.
Lowering his gaze, he lazily turned his helm in the direction of the door- this room one of few that had one. He shifted his stance, standing tall- proud with wings hiked high, that familiar air of arrogance surrounding him as he waited for the two mechs to arrive.
There was a quiet hum of contempt as Starscream pushed open the door to the Assembly Hall. Then a pause, almost as if he was taking a moment to consider, before stepping fully inside.
The once roughed out cavernous space had changed much in the months since they'd first arrived here at Blackridge. High, bare stone walls had been reinforced with long metal panels and welded beams as the room had been expanded. A once dusty floor had now been smoothed and polished to a glossy finish that surprisingly hadn't been too scuffed by the pedes of many Vehicons passing through. A touch of elegance was found with shimmering bands of mica and other reflective stone that only seemed to accent the amber lights that dotted the ceiling and walls, draping the room in a subtle orange glow. Tables had been roughed out of rock, with one larger than the rest in the middle of the room with carved stone chairs and benches to match.
Starscream was Lord of the Decepticons - the rightful leader, yet he had barely stepped foot in here. This room with all its grandeur (at least, considering the rest of Blackridge) was somewhere he’d imagined himself holding meetings - raising morale among his loyal followers and basking in the glory that came with his rank.
That day had unfortunately not yet come, but as they say - all good things take time.
Another hum. Starscream found himself pacing the room.
He moved carefully, with light footfalls that still managed to echo around the high, curving walls. Where there would usually be Vehicons standing around during shift changes or those rare moments where they found themselves awaiting a new task, the room was empty - save for the lone Seeker. The silence would not last long, though. Summons had been sent to both Soundwave and Shockwave- it was time for a little chat, and they were due at any moment.
Things had been going very well indeed for the Decepticons since the collapse of Haven. With the destruction of that hovel, the ceasefire they had shared with the Autobots had gone down with it. Unfortunately, the prepared attack hadn’t gone exactly to plan - the bombs hadn’t killed their intended targets. Regardless, the message had been loud and clear, and now the next stages of this war were finally underway.
Making his way over to one of the many tables, he’d pause in his movements, gaze drifting upward to peer at the amber lights along the ceiling. Taking a moment to silently think over everything he had achieved since taking his rightful place as Lord of the Decepticons, and his plans for the future.
Mining was absolutely in full swing now, and their Energon supplies had surpassed those of when they had the Nemesis, almost to the point of borderline excess - yet they showed no signs of halting. Blackridge had been expanded upon, it no longer feeling quite so claustrophobic and cramped, and while he’d heard of complaints as to the sleeping arrangements, it did not concern him. It was no Nemesis, but for what they needed it would make do.
There hadn’t been much activity from the Autobots, either. One Energon mine had been raided with a few Vehicons lost. In the grand scheme of things, however, it was inconsequential and Starscream did not seem too phased by the attack. By all accounts, they hadn’t attempted another raid, but next time they would not be so lucky.
He was biding his time. The failed attack on the Autobots at Haven meant that the next time would have to go exactly to plan, and as much as he hated to admit it, he couldn’t do that alone.
Meaning it was time to check in with Soundwave and Shockwave. Soundwave would know the movements of the Autobots better than he, as well as provide updates as to their Energon supplies - something Starscream was immensely proud of, and Shockwave - well, he’d neither seen nor heard from the Scientist almost since they’d arrived here at Blackridge. A report here or there from Knock Out into the status of the virus that’d since-been eradicated, but he was curious as to what the one-eyed mech was up to. Quiet was good, but things had been too quiet as of late.
Lowering his gaze, he lazily turned his helm in the direction of the door- this room one of few that had one. He shifted his stance, standing tall- proud with wings hiked high, that familiar air of arrogance surrounding him as he waited for the two mechs to arrive.