[ti]Ep 3[/ti]The Enemy of my Enemy... [closed/for now]
Dec 13, 2019 11:21:15 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2019 11:21:15 GMT -5
EP: 3 – Week: 1 – Day: 4
Location: Somewhere in Oregon.
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Three months had passed and everything seemed back to 'normal'. Either side continued to fortify their positions... in good and worse ways it appeared. But regardless, the Decepticons thrived throughout this time, expanding their new home 'Blackridge Hold' in an exaggerate speed that would have been impossible to accomplish if it had not been demonstrated by their forces.
Though, it had been exactly this what led the black and white mech to seek shelter elsewhere, avoiding their new quarters as much as was possible.
Their Base was crowded, loud and the drilling never ceased to stop. But here, out in the wild with no one other than himself he had what he wanted, needed even to keep some of his sanity in check; peace, quiet, time to think and hopefully no one around to snoop in his business!
And it was exactly here, in his new Hobbit-Hole where one of the (probably/definitely) worst ideas came to his mind.
…
The sun was already about to vanish behind the horizon, painting the landscape in a dark orange and red hue. The air was still filled with its lingering heat as it subsided slowly towards sundown. A few far spread clouds swiveled around to add a milky contrast to the sky above, barely visible.
Down, a rather abandoned highway snaked its way through rocky terrain and dusty dunes, peppered with dark gray, almost burned vegetation that lined up at the side of the road. Occasionally a few meager trees could be seen. It was far from any road within the cities though; some holes and washed out fissures lined its surface every now and then.
But despite its condition, it could not deter the black and white Mustang from following its path with an unauthorized speed. Rules and traffic regulations were for humans anyway, not for Cybertronians, not for him! It had its boon to sport a paint-job of one of the (more or less) local Police forces; People moved out of the way with just a quick flash of the lights or an aggressive sound of his siren! It was great, it felt GREAT! He was the king of the road... unless one pesky fleshling would decide to just slow down and stubbornly drive in front of him without giving way. Oh, he hated THOSE.
But thankfully there had not been any incidents with other participants on the street, and so Blackframe continued his way down the road. Pumping loud music, typing and working away on current projects on the small monitor within his cab, sending shortwave radio signals of Cybertronian origin along the way to get his 'invitation' out while keeping an optic on the road as well as scanning the environment for any foreign object that might cross his path.
Multitasking!
The last ten or so hours had not yielded any results, but with daylight slowly fading the chances kept increasing, while faintly, there was hope. Blackframe knew from past experiences and his own job that as soon as all light was swallowed by darkness, the bad guys came out to play.
He just had to be patient and boost his sensors.
Location: Somewhere in Oregon.
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Three months had passed and everything seemed back to 'normal'. Either side continued to fortify their positions... in good and worse ways it appeared. But regardless, the Decepticons thrived throughout this time, expanding their new home 'Blackridge Hold' in an exaggerate speed that would have been impossible to accomplish if it had not been demonstrated by their forces.
Though, it had been exactly this what led the black and white mech to seek shelter elsewhere, avoiding their new quarters as much as was possible.
Their Base was crowded, loud and the drilling never ceased to stop. But here, out in the wild with no one other than himself he had what he wanted, needed even to keep some of his sanity in check; peace, quiet, time to think and hopefully no one around to snoop in his business!
And it was exactly here, in his new Hobbit-Hole where one of the (probably/definitely) worst ideas came to his mind.
…
The sun was already about to vanish behind the horizon, painting the landscape in a dark orange and red hue. The air was still filled with its lingering heat as it subsided slowly towards sundown. A few far spread clouds swiveled around to add a milky contrast to the sky above, barely visible.
Down, a rather abandoned highway snaked its way through rocky terrain and dusty dunes, peppered with dark gray, almost burned vegetation that lined up at the side of the road. Occasionally a few meager trees could be seen. It was far from any road within the cities though; some holes and washed out fissures lined its surface every now and then.
But despite its condition, it could not deter the black and white Mustang from following its path with an unauthorized speed. Rules and traffic regulations were for humans anyway, not for Cybertronians, not for him! It had its boon to sport a paint-job of one of the (more or less) local Police forces; People moved out of the way with just a quick flash of the lights or an aggressive sound of his siren! It was great, it felt GREAT! He was the king of the road... unless one pesky fleshling would decide to just slow down and stubbornly drive in front of him without giving way. Oh, he hated THOSE.
But thankfully there had not been any incidents with other participants on the street, and so Blackframe continued his way down the road. Pumping loud music, typing and working away on current projects on the small monitor within his cab, sending shortwave radio signals of Cybertronian origin along the way to get his 'invitation' out while keeping an optic on the road as well as scanning the environment for any foreign object that might cross his path.
Multitasking!
The last ten or so hours had not yielded any results, but with daylight slowly fading the chances kept increasing, while faintly, there was hope. Blackframe knew from past experiences and his own job that as soon as all light was swallowed by darkness, the bad guys came out to play.
He just had to be patient and boost his sensors.