[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Repurpose and Evaluate [Closed]
Aug 21, 2021 23:11:30 GMT -5
Post by Starscream on Aug 21, 2021 23:11:30 GMT -5
Episode 3 | Week 3 | Day 7 - Directly after Fly Me To The Moon
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The location at the other end of the swirling vortex was in stark contrast to the midday sun and open skies of Arizona, though it was still warm - and uncomfortably so. An oppressive stuffiness as claustrophobic, stagnant air would begin to cycle through their vents, offering very little of any form of cooling or comfort to their systems.
They had arrived into a hollowed-out tunnel - somewhere deep underground. Though it was not silent, and the distant thrum of working mining equipment and muddled conversation could be heard, however no words could be made out from this distance. The tunnel seemed to go on for miles, although it would be hard to tell given the absence of any sort of significant lighting, save for the vortex itself.
The gentle taps of heeled pedes would follow that of the single Eradicon, Windshield, and their Autobot captive as they made their way through the bridge. Starscream’s pace was not overly hurried, and his posture was just as casual as it had been moments earlier. With wings seemingly at ease, he kept one arm gently tucked behind his back as he made his way around the trio and into a small area that’d been carved into sedimentary rock. His other arm still held up, supporting Laserbeak who simply sat silently in observation.
“Mm, I suppose this will have to do for now.”
The hollowed area was simple indeed. It lacked any real lightning save for the most rudimentary string lights that were kept fairly dim, nor did it hold any sort of furniture. A blank, open cavity of a space- the only things of note being an area in the mouth of the cell where a field would no doubt activate at a later time, and a metal plate on the far wall that’d been bolted into place. Hanging from this plate was a single heavy-duty looking chain to which another pair of stasis cuffs was attached. The chain was short in length, and looked to offer no real range of movement - save for standing up and sitting down.
Making his way to the far wall of the hollowed area, Starscream would use his free servo to carefully pick up the chain, taking a moment to roll it between delicate talons, observing the links and how they were built. This moment of serene calm as he mulled over his thoughts did not last, that same servo wrapping around the chain itself and giving a hefty tug - testing its strength. Patch was a fighter - a foolish one at that - and he wouldn’t put it past her to put the shackle through its paces during her time here in this cell.
“Quickly now, get her over here. While I assume she has lost all of her fight, who knows when she’ll have a moment of brilliance and attempt to lash out. I want her secured for when Soundwave arrives with our medic.”
A gesture was given to the chain, though it did not take a genius to work out what he wanted to be done.
“Once that is complete, you-” one servo would raise to point at the Eradicon “Retrieve that which was left behind in Arizona while we still have time on our side.”
Should Patch find herself coherent enough to attempt to call for aid, she would find that the communication signal would simply not go through.
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The location at the other end of the swirling vortex was in stark contrast to the midday sun and open skies of Arizona, though it was still warm - and uncomfortably so. An oppressive stuffiness as claustrophobic, stagnant air would begin to cycle through their vents, offering very little of any form of cooling or comfort to their systems.
They had arrived into a hollowed-out tunnel - somewhere deep underground. Though it was not silent, and the distant thrum of working mining equipment and muddled conversation could be heard, however no words could be made out from this distance. The tunnel seemed to go on for miles, although it would be hard to tell given the absence of any sort of significant lighting, save for the vortex itself.
The gentle taps of heeled pedes would follow that of the single Eradicon, Windshield, and their Autobot captive as they made their way through the bridge. Starscream’s pace was not overly hurried, and his posture was just as casual as it had been moments earlier. With wings seemingly at ease, he kept one arm gently tucked behind his back as he made his way around the trio and into a small area that’d been carved into sedimentary rock. His other arm still held up, supporting Laserbeak who simply sat silently in observation.
“Mm, I suppose this will have to do for now.”
The hollowed area was simple indeed. It lacked any real lightning save for the most rudimentary string lights that were kept fairly dim, nor did it hold any sort of furniture. A blank, open cavity of a space- the only things of note being an area in the mouth of the cell where a field would no doubt activate at a later time, and a metal plate on the far wall that’d been bolted into place. Hanging from this plate was a single heavy-duty looking chain to which another pair of stasis cuffs was attached. The chain was short in length, and looked to offer no real range of movement - save for standing up and sitting down.
Making his way to the far wall of the hollowed area, Starscream would use his free servo to carefully pick up the chain, taking a moment to roll it between delicate talons, observing the links and how they were built. This moment of serene calm as he mulled over his thoughts did not last, that same servo wrapping around the chain itself and giving a hefty tug - testing its strength. Patch was a fighter - a foolish one at that - and he wouldn’t put it past her to put the shackle through its paces during her time here in this cell.
“Quickly now, get her over here. While I assume she has lost all of her fight, who knows when she’ll have a moment of brilliance and attempt to lash out. I want her secured for when Soundwave arrives with our medic.”
A gesture was given to the chain, though it did not take a genius to work out what he wanted to be done.
“Once that is complete, you-” one servo would raise to point at the Eradicon “Retrieve that which was left behind in Arizona while we still have time on our side.”
Should Patch find herself coherent enough to attempt to call for aid, she would find that the communication signal would simply not go through.