[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Hunting Party (Dreadwing, Coldwind, Open)
Oct 27, 2021 18:23:39 GMT -5
Post by Starkrieger on Oct 27, 2021 18:23:39 GMT -5
EPISODE 3| week 4 | day 1 | early AM
Note start at Blackridge, heading to Nevada
It was early, like the any sane mech would still be in recharge kind of early, but soldiers didn’t have a say on when they would obey orders. Besides, Starkrieger had never claimed to be entirely sane. Wings held high, the small framed Seeker took the halls on the way to the control room. The sharp heel toe click as he transverse the cold stone was quicker than it should be. He was eager to get out of the claustrophobic hall, before they could become an issue.
Due to report in, he’d received orders from his Lord that he would be answering to Captain Dreadwing. Apparently the Air Commanded had decided to put him on assignment with the officer, along with a third Seeker, a femme by the designation Coldwind. The nature of the mission had not been revealed to him, but that wasn’t so surprising. He was the low man on the proverbial totem pole, and it would be considered overstepping boundaries to circumvent the chain-of-command.
With an absent dip of his helm at a passing vehicon, his processor wandered back to his last interaction with the Captain. It hadn’t exactly ended on a high note; given he'd nearly threatened the ranking mecha. That was precisely why, it would be beneficial to work with the big mech. Leaving things up in the air would benefit no one; they needed to establish where they went from here. They were long overdue to have everything brought out into the open.
As he arrived at the entrance, Starkrieger paused, taking a moment to collect himself. He needed to get a firm hold on his field, or risk giving away too much to his temporary partners. That there was more going on behind the scenes than the obvious strife that might exist between himself and Dreadwing, wasn't something that he needed either of the other fliers to be privy too. They had no place being in his personal business.
Rounding the corner, he entered the Control Room, chassis lifted in confidence. No doubt Dreadwing was already present, and it was possible their third member had also beaten him to the punch, but the tricolored Seeker didn’t consider it a race.
“Captain”, he addressed the behemoth, respectfully, though his vocals were a little stiff as the younger flier’s wings angled towards the officer, curious to see how Dreadwing would respond to his presence. If Coldwind was on site, he would offer the femme a light twitch of his wings. Time to find out how events would unfold.
Permission given to assume orders given by Starscream - Thank you Ren
Note start at Blackridge, heading to Nevada
It was early, like the any sane mech would still be in recharge kind of early, but soldiers didn’t have a say on when they would obey orders. Besides, Starkrieger had never claimed to be entirely sane. Wings held high, the small framed Seeker took the halls on the way to the control room. The sharp heel toe click as he transverse the cold stone was quicker than it should be. He was eager to get out of the claustrophobic hall, before they could become an issue.
Due to report in, he’d received orders from his Lord that he would be answering to Captain Dreadwing. Apparently the Air Commanded had decided to put him on assignment with the officer, along with a third Seeker, a femme by the designation Coldwind. The nature of the mission had not been revealed to him, but that wasn’t so surprising. He was the low man on the proverbial totem pole, and it would be considered overstepping boundaries to circumvent the chain-of-command.
With an absent dip of his helm at a passing vehicon, his processor wandered back to his last interaction with the Captain. It hadn’t exactly ended on a high note; given he'd nearly threatened the ranking mecha. That was precisely why, it would be beneficial to work with the big mech. Leaving things up in the air would benefit no one; they needed to establish where they went from here. They were long overdue to have everything brought out into the open.
As he arrived at the entrance, Starkrieger paused, taking a moment to collect himself. He needed to get a firm hold on his field, or risk giving away too much to his temporary partners. That there was more going on behind the scenes than the obvious strife that might exist between himself and Dreadwing, wasn't something that he needed either of the other fliers to be privy too. They had no place being in his personal business.
Rounding the corner, he entered the Control Room, chassis lifted in confidence. No doubt Dreadwing was already present, and it was possible their third member had also beaten him to the punch, but the tricolored Seeker didn’t consider it a race.
“Captain”, he addressed the behemoth, respectfully, though his vocals were a little stiff as the younger flier’s wings angled towards the officer, curious to see how Dreadwing would respond to his presence. If Coldwind was on site, he would offer the femme a light twitch of his wings. Time to find out how events would unfold.
Permission given to assume orders given by Starscream - Thank you Ren