[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Another Happy Landing [Closed]
Aug 6, 2021 21:07:26 GMT -5
Post by Optimus Prime on Aug 6, 2021 21:07:26 GMT -5
Episode Three | Week Three | Day Two
It had been countless years since Jetfire's name had been uttered. A designation and face that was almost lost in the far past. With lack of contact, more often than not, one could assume the worst, and more often than not be correct in such an assumption. Yet, there was always that glimmer of hope survivors still roamed, and day by day those that had escaped their return to the All-Spark were collecting into a unified force it seemed. Or... as unified as it felt capable of being. Omega One was certainly fraying at the edges, a few threads even pulled free, and it could use more helping hands to try to rectify.
Jetfire's skills and past positions of leadership meant he had a good grasp on managing others, and could offer a new fresh set of views and opinions to get individuals back in line and lead outings. Yet even then, one soul could only do so much, and Optimus was nearing a breaking point. This pinnacle was already touched on by Wheeljack, and it had given him a steely edge as he observed others and read over events that were going on since then. Detaching himself in order to really get a hard look at things with a much more critical glare. He did not act immediately after the confrontation, willing the simmering ire to settle out so he could think with a clear mind... yet that could only do so much as time only caused the wound to fester and rot.
Yet now wasn't a time to seethe.
It was time to greet an old acquaintance.
--
Heavy footfalls thrummed within the long hall leading out from the living area, the gait steady with a double impact of ped striking first, followed by the ankle bearing weight. It was an unmistakable signature of Optimus Prime, a notable mass behind each step that carried him at a decent pace simply from the length of his stride more so than being in any sort of rush. The specific destination was unclear at this avenue, the location of the latest arrival not exactly known. He could still be within the Control Room, lingering within the rec room that seemed to be a decent enough gathering point, or was possibly not even on base any longer if another errand of some type needed to be tended to.
Optimus hoped Jetfire was not sent off on some mission so readily after arriving on Earth. Even trying to seek an Alt-Mode could be set aside so that he could settle down after what must have been a very long journey. This was especially true given the fact that the mech could not simply pick an Alt-Mode at the freeway overlook as so many of them had done previously. They would require Fowler's assistance to make certain things did not degrade further. An unknown Cybertronian showing up to an airfield would be the ingredients to make a lot of trouble.
Primus he hoped he didn't seek out an Alt...
No. Jetfire was smarter than that.
With this in mind, Optimus continued on, cyan eyes glancing within any room he passed. It wasn't as though the other mech would be difficult to spot. If he were within a room the large mass of white would stand out as a beacon.
It had been countless years since Jetfire's name had been uttered. A designation and face that was almost lost in the far past. With lack of contact, more often than not, one could assume the worst, and more often than not be correct in such an assumption. Yet, there was always that glimmer of hope survivors still roamed, and day by day those that had escaped their return to the All-Spark were collecting into a unified force it seemed. Or... as unified as it felt capable of being. Omega One was certainly fraying at the edges, a few threads even pulled free, and it could use more helping hands to try to rectify.
Jetfire's skills and past positions of leadership meant he had a good grasp on managing others, and could offer a new fresh set of views and opinions to get individuals back in line and lead outings. Yet even then, one soul could only do so much, and Optimus was nearing a breaking point. This pinnacle was already touched on by Wheeljack, and it had given him a steely edge as he observed others and read over events that were going on since then. Detaching himself in order to really get a hard look at things with a much more critical glare. He did not act immediately after the confrontation, willing the simmering ire to settle out so he could think with a clear mind... yet that could only do so much as time only caused the wound to fester and rot.
Yet now wasn't a time to seethe.
It was time to greet an old acquaintance.
--
Heavy footfalls thrummed within the long hall leading out from the living area, the gait steady with a double impact of ped striking first, followed by the ankle bearing weight. It was an unmistakable signature of Optimus Prime, a notable mass behind each step that carried him at a decent pace simply from the length of his stride more so than being in any sort of rush. The specific destination was unclear at this avenue, the location of the latest arrival not exactly known. He could still be within the Control Room, lingering within the rec room that seemed to be a decent enough gathering point, or was possibly not even on base any longer if another errand of some type needed to be tended to.
Optimus hoped Jetfire was not sent off on some mission so readily after arriving on Earth. Even trying to seek an Alt-Mode could be set aside so that he could settle down after what must have been a very long journey. This was especially true given the fact that the mech could not simply pick an Alt-Mode at the freeway overlook as so many of them had done previously. They would require Fowler's assistance to make certain things did not degrade further. An unknown Cybertronian showing up to an airfield would be the ingredients to make a lot of trouble.
Primus he hoped he didn't seek out an Alt...
No. Jetfire was smarter than that.
With this in mind, Optimus continued on, cyan eyes glancing within any room he passed. It wasn't as though the other mech would be difficult to spot. If he were within a room the large mass of white would stand out as a beacon.