[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Run [Closed]
Feb 20, 2022 19:11:46 GMT -5
Post by Prowl on Feb 20, 2022 19:11:46 GMT -5
Week 4 l Day 7 l Night Time
The latest developments were quite troubling. Prowl hadn’t been on Earth for more than a deca-cycle and the situation was already deteriorating. First Ratchet gets his memory wiped and is no more useful than a burned out processor, Bumblebee and Neon down for the count, then Windshield apparently goes and gets himself dissected by MECH with Patch being carted off.
Apparently...
Some investigators might have nodded and taken this case, made a few notes of concurrence, then shoved it into the “case closed” drawer and moved on. Not Prowl. Something didn’t add up to him, nothing that he could necessarily put his servo on and point to, but something felt off. Sure the chassis looked like Windshield, or at least what Windshield would look like after Silas and MECH went over him.
However, Skirmisher couldn’t find any traces of the field treatment he’d done for Windshield. Granted, Skirmisher was not a medical bot, but add that to that the fact that all the surveillance data from Windshield’s place had been wiped clean. No, someone was trying to wrap up a story in a tight little package and feed it to him and the Autobots...
Well, after spinning his wheels trying to figure out what was going on, Prowl decided he had enough and left the base for a quick drive, something that Speedtrap had always tried to get him to do whenever they were stuck on a case. He picked a location in northern Nevada near the border of California and Oregon so as to avoid driving back towards the crime scene. Out here, alone with his thoughts, some questions began to surface in his mind.
If it was MECH, how would they have gotten the drop on Windshield in his own base? Was MECH really ambitious enough to have tried and gone for four Cybertronians all in one day?
No, something didn’t add up alright.
While he mused, Prowl paused at a stop sign before turning right down a deserted county road that seemed in decent repair for something that by all appearances seemed just about as lifeless as the Sea of Rust. Either this road was crucial for infrastructure or someone had been very concerned about the integrity of the road enough to send a crew out into the middle of nowhere to work on it...
Humans were so...puzzling at times, he mused.
The latest developments were quite troubling. Prowl hadn’t been on Earth for more than a deca-cycle and the situation was already deteriorating. First Ratchet gets his memory wiped and is no more useful than a burned out processor, Bumblebee and Neon down for the count, then Windshield apparently goes and gets himself dissected by MECH with Patch being carted off.
Apparently...
Some investigators might have nodded and taken this case, made a few notes of concurrence, then shoved it into the “case closed” drawer and moved on. Not Prowl. Something didn’t add up to him, nothing that he could necessarily put his servo on and point to, but something felt off. Sure the chassis looked like Windshield, or at least what Windshield would look like after Silas and MECH went over him.
However, Skirmisher couldn’t find any traces of the field treatment he’d done for Windshield. Granted, Skirmisher was not a medical bot, but add that to that the fact that all the surveillance data from Windshield’s place had been wiped clean. No, someone was trying to wrap up a story in a tight little package and feed it to him and the Autobots...
Well, after spinning his wheels trying to figure out what was going on, Prowl decided he had enough and left the base for a quick drive, something that Speedtrap had always tried to get him to do whenever they were stuck on a case. He picked a location in northern Nevada near the border of California and Oregon so as to avoid driving back towards the crime scene. Out here, alone with his thoughts, some questions began to surface in his mind.
If it was MECH, how would they have gotten the drop on Windshield in his own base? Was MECH really ambitious enough to have tried and gone for four Cybertronians all in one day?
No, something didn’t add up alright.
While he mused, Prowl paused at a stop sign before turning right down a deserted county road that seemed in decent repair for something that by all appearances seemed just about as lifeless as the Sea of Rust. Either this road was crucial for infrastructure or someone had been very concerned about the integrity of the road enough to send a crew out into the middle of nowhere to work on it...
Humans were so...puzzling at times, he mused.