[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Hey, have you seen updog? [Skywarp, Thundercracker]
Aug 9, 2021 20:39:18 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2021 20:39:18 GMT -5
Ep. 3 | Week 3 - Day 5 Early as Pits AM
Personal Quarters, Blackridge Hold
Skywarp - Thundercracker
Oof.
“Urghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” Skywarp moved to drag a hand down his faceplate, winced, and switched to his other, unharmed limb to complete the motion.
“Well-” His intakes stuttered painfully, eliciting a growl and an equally drawn-out, painful ex-vent.
“...Fuck.”
He was back at the base now, (thank the PITS) leaning against a rough-hewn stone wall- plating flared in an attempt to dissipate some heat. He’d almost blacked-out, spots dancing in his optics and legs going weak momentarily. Where he had stumbled and fallen against the rock was where he’d stayed for the last…. 10 minutes? Who knew. Who cared. His wings were twitching to an occasional erratic beat, and everything ached strut deep. Warp-system overstrain was something he was painfully familiar with. Now it didn’t happen often- despite what most thought of him, he preferred to not spend a whole-aft cycle with a limb-numbing helm ache. He knew his limits. Somewhat.
And now he was definitely toeing the line of ‘em. Skywarp had done worse in crazier situations, but he didn’t particularly want to lockdown in a forced stasis- in the middle of the hall no less. Things were already starting to get hazy a bit.
The purple mech eyed the aforementioned hall, glancing first before him and then over his wings furtively. His shoulders slumped, and in the same movement he accidentally knocked his… melted... forearm against the stone. He hissed as the burn flared out- wings pinning down as he gingerly held the limb closer to his frame.
Options, options… he could already feel the helm-ache coming on.
...Starscream...would probably take his wings and pin ‘em to the wall behind his desk chair.
Med- Nah. Nahhhh. All he needed was some Energon and a good recharge and…
Recharge… recharge.
Fuck, he didn’t even have a berth. His processor circled back to Starscream, then…
Wait. WAIT.
"Thunder." Warp didn't really intend to mutter the name, but he did.
Thunder's back.
He probably had a room. And really Skywarp didn’t know anybody else with whom he could crash- let alone anyone with whom he’d want to crash… but Thunder…
Thunder and lightning? Oooh. Storm flying...
Nono- bunk. Yeah. He was looking for a berth to crash on. Crimson optics observed the smooth floor of the hall, pondering if Screamer would kill him more or else for simply keeling over here and now.
Wait! Thundercracker!
Skywarp dismissed his warp-system’s frantic !!LoW EnERgoN: WaRnINg!! for the upteenth time and pulled up TC’s comm ID, feeling a bit light-helmed. Had he accidentally filled the room with helium again? That had been fun.
A weak chuckle- then click.
Oh! The Comm!
::Ah, uh. Hey Thunder, got somewhere I can… crash?:: Even over the line, ‘Warp sounded rough. He slumped further against the wall. Heheh. Crash. That’s what I’m about to do-deedo.
::Uh… and a cube? A nice Energon cube would be reallllll nice right ‘bout now::
Personal Quarters, Blackridge Hold
Skywarp - Thundercracker
Oof.
“Urghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” Skywarp moved to drag a hand down his faceplate, winced, and switched to his other, unharmed limb to complete the motion.
“Well-” His intakes stuttered painfully, eliciting a growl and an equally drawn-out, painful ex-vent.
“...Fuck.”
He was back at the base now, (thank the PITS) leaning against a rough-hewn stone wall- plating flared in an attempt to dissipate some heat. He’d almost blacked-out, spots dancing in his optics and legs going weak momentarily. Where he had stumbled and fallen against the rock was where he’d stayed for the last…. 10 minutes? Who knew. Who cared. His wings were twitching to an occasional erratic beat, and everything ached strut deep. Warp-system overstrain was something he was painfully familiar with. Now it didn’t happen often- despite what most thought of him, he preferred to not spend a whole-aft cycle with a limb-numbing helm ache. He knew his limits. Somewhat.
And now he was definitely toeing the line of ‘em. Skywarp had done worse in crazier situations, but he didn’t particularly want to lockdown in a forced stasis- in the middle of the hall no less. Things were already starting to get hazy a bit.
The purple mech eyed the aforementioned hall, glancing first before him and then over his wings furtively. His shoulders slumped, and in the same movement he accidentally knocked his… melted... forearm against the stone. He hissed as the burn flared out- wings pinning down as he gingerly held the limb closer to his frame.
Options, options… he could already feel the helm-ache coming on.
...Starscream...would probably take his wings and pin ‘em to the wall behind his desk chair.
Med- Nah. Nahhhh. All he needed was some Energon and a good recharge and…
Recharge… recharge.
Fuck, he didn’t even have a berth. His processor circled back to Starscream, then…
Wait. WAIT.
"Thunder." Warp didn't really intend to mutter the name, but he did.
Thunder's back.
He probably had a room. And really Skywarp didn’t know anybody else with whom he could crash- let alone anyone with whom he’d want to crash… but Thunder…
Thunder and lightning? Oooh. Storm flying...
Nono- bunk. Yeah. He was looking for a berth to crash on. Crimson optics observed the smooth floor of the hall, pondering if Screamer would kill him more or else for simply keeling over here and now.
Wait! Thundercracker!
Skywarp dismissed his warp-system’s frantic !!LoW EnERgoN: WaRnINg!! for the upteenth time and pulled up TC’s comm ID, feeling a bit light-helmed. Had he accidentally filled the room with helium again? That had been fun.
A weak chuckle- then click.
Oh! The Comm!
::Ah, uh. Hey Thunder, got somewhere I can… crash?:: Even over the line, ‘Warp sounded rough. He slumped further against the wall. Heheh. Crash. That’s what I’m about to do-deedo.
::Uh… and a cube? A nice Energon cube would be reallllll nice right ‘bout now::