[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Ride the Storm (Open)
Oct 9, 2021 19:27:56 GMT -5
Post by Starkrieger on Oct 9, 2021 19:27:56 GMT -5
Episode 3: Week 4 | Day 3 - Early evening
N. America - Great Plains
Note: Incoming Storm
He was going to owe someone later…
It was nothing to come up with an excuse. Flying patrol, throwing Autobots off by showing up at whatever random spot on the planet. However, having a bridge operator look the other way was another matter. Plenty of the Vehicons had greater awareness than they were given credit for. Time would tell what would be asked in exchange for the mech accepting his self appointed 'assignment' at face value. Not that he expected anyone to have a problem with it. Still, it was always better to have justification for leaving the base, if only for posterity sake.
The Seeker had stepped from the now closed portal some time ago, and remained standing still in the darkness that had settled over the flatlands, an ominous force heralded by gusts of howling winds. Despite being out in the middle of fragging no-where in what the American’s called the ‘Great Plains’. His chosen location wasn’t quite so ‘random’ as it might seem.
Even with the white and red in his color scheme, the predominant black blended the Decepticon well, as he watched the skies through his lowered flight visor. Wings twitched and angled at those gusts, catching changes in pressure, temperature, current. It had been about a week since his patrol with Thundercracker. Since he’d learned his ‘new wings’ came with a bit of a learning curve. He had already improved, his performance playing with the Autobot proved as much, but it was time for a real flight.
It was time … for a little fun.
As the first drops gave the briefest of warnings, he smirked and ran forward a few steps. A sudden cross wind nearly staggered him as he leapt from the ground to transform. A silent laugh rising in his spark, his field alive, wild without the restraint of formations or a proper mission to rein him in. Oh, she was feisty tonight, but this foreign sky would accept him. He would master his frame again, or be sent straight to the Pit for his incompetence.
Plating snapping into place just as the downpour pounded his armor, Starkrieger shot up into the menace he’d been searching for. His reason for the location, and the source of two favors owed… three if one counted the data pad he’d wrecked.
What would appear to be an out-of-place Eurofighter typhoon rocketed up with all the force a Cybertronian flier dared in the thick Earth Atmosphere. Despite the drive of his thrust, the jet twisted and rolled to avoid the worst of the thermals and down drafts, at least until he got into position.
N. America - Great Plains
Note: Incoming Storm
He was going to owe someone later…
It was nothing to come up with an excuse. Flying patrol, throwing Autobots off by showing up at whatever random spot on the planet. However, having a bridge operator look the other way was another matter. Plenty of the Vehicons had greater awareness than they were given credit for. Time would tell what would be asked in exchange for the mech accepting his self appointed 'assignment' at face value. Not that he expected anyone to have a problem with it. Still, it was always better to have justification for leaving the base, if only for posterity sake.
The Seeker had stepped from the now closed portal some time ago, and remained standing still in the darkness that had settled over the flatlands, an ominous force heralded by gusts of howling winds. Despite being out in the middle of fragging no-where in what the American’s called the ‘Great Plains’. His chosen location wasn’t quite so ‘random’ as it might seem.
Even with the white and red in his color scheme, the predominant black blended the Decepticon well, as he watched the skies through his lowered flight visor. Wings twitched and angled at those gusts, catching changes in pressure, temperature, current. It had been about a week since his patrol with Thundercracker. Since he’d learned his ‘new wings’ came with a bit of a learning curve. He had already improved, his performance playing with the Autobot proved as much, but it was time for a real flight.
It was time … for a little fun.
As the first drops gave the briefest of warnings, he smirked and ran forward a few steps. A sudden cross wind nearly staggered him as he leapt from the ground to transform. A silent laugh rising in his spark, his field alive, wild without the restraint of formations or a proper mission to rein him in. Oh, she was feisty tonight, but this foreign sky would accept him. He would master his frame again, or be sent straight to the Pit for his incompetence.
Plating snapping into place just as the downpour pounded his armor, Starkrieger shot up into the menace he’d been searching for. His reason for the location, and the source of two favors owed… three if one counted the data pad he’d wrecked.
What would appear to be an out-of-place Eurofighter typhoon rocketed up with all the force a Cybertronian flier dared in the thick Earth Atmosphere. Despite the drive of his thrust, the jet twisted and rolled to avoid the worst of the thermals and down drafts, at least until he got into position.