[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]Without Someone - Raf and Bluestreak (Closed)
May 22, 2020 1:36:24 GMT -5
Post by Feldspar on May 22, 2020 1:36:24 GMT -5
Week three, Day one
Somewhere out on U.S. Route 50 in Nevada...
A flash of green tore apart the sky twenty feet above a long, lonely stretch of Nevada highway.
It quickly coalesced into a flat disk with rings of brilliant, near-aqua light and shimmering bands of color that spun silently against the late afternoon sky. The hills in the distance quickly vanished behind the flare. Tired, drooping patches of dry grass slowly began to rise upright like fur on the back of a spooked cat as the portal hovered horizontally over the landscape. The bright yellow deer-crossing sign by one side became wreathed in light; it rippled up the metal pole in hard bands.
One second passed. Then another.
Acrid tendrils of smoke abruptly curled downward out of the light and brought with them the reek of burning rubber and charred metal, right before the silence of empty space was broken by the shriek of vicious warfare. Missiles screaming, men shouting, the constant, never-ending chatter of gunfire followed by an explosive hiss and the boom of earth and stone being wrenched apart. A thundering rumble followed, the deep, heavy growl of a huge aircraft banking past.
Discordant sounds shredded across the flat plain. They whistled against the sensitive ears of jackrabbits and sent the animals into terrified galloping bounds as they dashed for distance and safety.
The colors of the portal began to blur even more, and the edges wavered and rippled.
A grey and silver arm slithered out of it, dangling down into the empty space between the portal and the flat grey road beneath. The pale grey fingers were completely limp and empty. The disembodied arm slowly swung pendulum-style, drifting back and forth within the flattened hole in the sky.
Another shrieking boom echoed across the dry desert, right before gravity decided enough was enough. The rest of the unconscious Cybertronian's form folded up and followed the arm out as if a giant, unseen alien garbage man was tipping a broken toy out of a cosmic trash bin.
Even as Bluestreak (and also Raf, since he'd been hanging on oh so tight to the fallen Autobot) crashed down towards the empty roadway, the portal overhead snapped shut.
Somewhere out on U.S. Route 50 in Nevada...
A flash of green tore apart the sky twenty feet above a long, lonely stretch of Nevada highway.
It quickly coalesced into a flat disk with rings of brilliant, near-aqua light and shimmering bands of color that spun silently against the late afternoon sky. The hills in the distance quickly vanished behind the flare. Tired, drooping patches of dry grass slowly began to rise upright like fur on the back of a spooked cat as the portal hovered horizontally over the landscape. The bright yellow deer-crossing sign by one side became wreathed in light; it rippled up the metal pole in hard bands.
One second passed. Then another.
Acrid tendrils of smoke abruptly curled downward out of the light and brought with them the reek of burning rubber and charred metal, right before the silence of empty space was broken by the shriek of vicious warfare. Missiles screaming, men shouting, the constant, never-ending chatter of gunfire followed by an explosive hiss and the boom of earth and stone being wrenched apart. A thundering rumble followed, the deep, heavy growl of a huge aircraft banking past.
Discordant sounds shredded across the flat plain. They whistled against the sensitive ears of jackrabbits and sent the animals into terrified galloping bounds as they dashed for distance and safety.
The colors of the portal began to blur even more, and the edges wavered and rippled.
A grey and silver arm slithered out of it, dangling down into the empty space between the portal and the flat grey road beneath. The pale grey fingers were completely limp and empty. The disembodied arm slowly swung pendulum-style, drifting back and forth within the flattened hole in the sky.
Another shrieking boom echoed across the dry desert, right before gravity decided enough was enough. The rest of the unconscious Cybertronian's form folded up and followed the arm out as if a giant, unseen alien garbage man was tipping a broken toy out of a cosmic trash bin.
Even as Bluestreak (and also Raf, since he'd been hanging on oh so tight to the fallen Autobot) crashed down towards the empty roadway, the portal overhead snapped shut.