[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]Nemesis: Journey to Recovery [Laserbeak/Reggie]
Apr 10, 2021 0:00:39 GMT -5
Post by Zercon on Apr 10, 2021 0:00:39 GMT -5
Laserbeek let out a short buzzing whir once more as he veered off now that the hatch was pointed out. A flick of wings, a little curl of a swoop... It would be expected the Cassette would flutter down and roost on one of the ribs of the ceiling, rest in place so that needless energy wasn't expended. However, that didn't seem to be the case, as he continued along the hall away from them to get a look at some of the pathways that branched away from the hallway they were in.
While the two undoubtedly tried to figure out their plan of action, Laserbeak crooked to peer down the dark corridors on the sides, hovering in place with a soft hiss. His purple 'V' shaped eye panel that was not that different from a Vehicon's would eye the shadows and shapes in the distance, a faint series of clicks barely audible beneath the sound of flight. The Cassette seemed occupied for the moment, staring with profound curiosity and interest, without moving forward.
No look back was offered, no notion to try to catch the other Cybertronian's attention. He seemed to be doing his own thing with no effort made to get them involved.
Reggie meanwhile was looking up at the ceiling panel with a level of uncertainty and wariness. While he was marginally taller than Blackframe, with longer overall limbs that could aid with reach, the floor turned ceiling was an awfully good distance in the air, and a sort of quiet subdued dread started to settle in his tank. This could only end badly, with a slim chance of working out, a nervousness that was compounded when the other Cybertronian asked for the crowbar, its use not immediately apparent to him.
Jumping to action on call, Reggie would walk over to Blackframe when he was summoned like a dog, his free hand moving down to grasp at the rope that had been looped across his upper torso. With a tug and duck, he cleared the tool from his frame, loosely tossing it aside with enough force to get it a few paces out of the way, while not tossing it hard enough it would unravel and become a tangled mess. With the tool deposited, he flipped the crowbar around in his grasp to offer the straight end first, so his current Commander would not need to flip it himself. Considerate to every action he was doing.
"I have lifted others onto ledges."
Another Vehicon clambering on his shoulders, a heave and grunt to try to put his hand under their foot to aid them up further... yet that was against a solid surface, where lift power was the only factor rather than adding balance into the equation. What was being proposed here was a good bit more difficult, and required a level of coordination and trust. Blackframe would need to not lurch around, and he would need to keep his footing steady and not waver at all. Torque from a higher center of gravity could be lethal, and a swinged drop while trying to keep hold of the other mech's legs could result in an unintentional SLAM of helm into floor.
Which would be very bad.
Kneeling down towards the ground almost in a bow which he hoped would preemptively gain favor in case something went wrong, the Vehicon rested his right knee onto the ceiling turned floor, while dipping his torso to try to offer his shoulder or the gap between shoulder and throat as a stepping point of some kind. With his hooked helm mounting, it almost meant his naturally crooked posture would offer a bit more of his back paneling as a foothold as well. Three fingered hands would be slightly raised and at the ready, prepared to latch down onto Blackframe's ped or lower leg plating for stability.
While the two undoubtedly tried to figure out their plan of action, Laserbeak crooked to peer down the dark corridors on the sides, hovering in place with a soft hiss. His purple 'V' shaped eye panel that was not that different from a Vehicon's would eye the shadows and shapes in the distance, a faint series of clicks barely audible beneath the sound of flight. The Cassette seemed occupied for the moment, staring with profound curiosity and interest, without moving forward.
No look back was offered, no notion to try to catch the other Cybertronian's attention. He seemed to be doing his own thing with no effort made to get them involved.
Reggie meanwhile was looking up at the ceiling panel with a level of uncertainty and wariness. While he was marginally taller than Blackframe, with longer overall limbs that could aid with reach, the floor turned ceiling was an awfully good distance in the air, and a sort of quiet subdued dread started to settle in his tank. This could only end badly, with a slim chance of working out, a nervousness that was compounded when the other Cybertronian asked for the crowbar, its use not immediately apparent to him.
Jumping to action on call, Reggie would walk over to Blackframe when he was summoned like a dog, his free hand moving down to grasp at the rope that had been looped across his upper torso. With a tug and duck, he cleared the tool from his frame, loosely tossing it aside with enough force to get it a few paces out of the way, while not tossing it hard enough it would unravel and become a tangled mess. With the tool deposited, he flipped the crowbar around in his grasp to offer the straight end first, so his current Commander would not need to flip it himself. Considerate to every action he was doing.
"I have lifted others onto ledges."
Another Vehicon clambering on his shoulders, a heave and grunt to try to put his hand under their foot to aid them up further... yet that was against a solid surface, where lift power was the only factor rather than adding balance into the equation. What was being proposed here was a good bit more difficult, and required a level of coordination and trust. Blackframe would need to not lurch around, and he would need to keep his footing steady and not waver at all. Torque from a higher center of gravity could be lethal, and a swinged drop while trying to keep hold of the other mech's legs could result in an unintentional SLAM of helm into floor.
Which would be very bad.
Kneeling down towards the ground almost in a bow which he hoped would preemptively gain favor in case something went wrong, the Vehicon rested his right knee onto the ceiling turned floor, while dipping his torso to try to offer his shoulder or the gap between shoulder and throat as a stepping point of some kind. With his hooked helm mounting, it almost meant his naturally crooked posture would offer a bit more of his back paneling as a foothold as well. Three fingered hands would be slightly raised and at the ready, prepared to latch down onto Blackframe's ped or lower leg plating for stability.