[ti]Ep 3.5[/ti]Better Late than Never [Closed]
Aug 27, 2022 0:34:02 GMT -5
Post by Optimus Prime on Aug 27, 2022 0:34:02 GMT -5
Episode 3.5 | Week 1 | Day 2
Things had gone so far out of control.
One issue after another, each seemingly worse than the next in leaps and bounds that made a prior crisis seem mild in comparison. They all built up like a rising tide threatening to drown them all, before Ratchet and Patch were swept out of the picture, and as such, they were now living off of borrowed time. Should someone get seriously injured beyond surface traumas, then it was essentially a guaranteed loss of their life without medics that were capable of working with the finer details of a frame's interior. Any organ damage could lead to full failure, and a need to see if stasus alone could hold off death until some kind of solution could be found.
Front and center were the noisy threats such as this... only, in the process of dealing with those that screamed for focus, the quiet ones had been pushed into the shadows. Dropped into a corner, a thin fuse crackling away beneath the roar. It was oftentimes the most silent of concerns that were the deadliest, and what had occurred because of it was a painful oversight, welcoming issues with an outstretched hand.
It spoke much about overall stability... or more... the lack of it.
MECH was a serious threat to behold with their more recent abomination, and to know they had things supposedly that could target their neural nets and radar profiles? Able to pick them out of a crowd? It was an added layer of lethality to an already dangerous element. The real trauma however from this information had only been noticed after the fact, while trying to line everything up for a series of directives that would be passed out to others. It was when looking over the list of concerns, that Optimus was reminded of a little quiet message that came from an oh so quiet source. A whispered warning that was gifted to him, only to nothing with it... Ratchet being taken down by such a monster mere days after.
This sudden association surged a level of stressed anger to the forefront, finding even more blame in what should have been a completely avoidable incident. If he had stepped forth and looked into it right away rather than letting other issues snag his focus, Ratchet could still be here. He could still have his closest friend... a friend that was made back when he was his old self. Before he had been twisted into an icon. He certainly befriended others as Prime... but it wasn't the same, there still that detachment while speaking through the veil of an illusion he had to uphold. No... he lost it all, all because of his negligence. All because he simply looked away at the worst of moments.
No more calls.
No more passivity.
No more waiting for the right moment.
The moment was now, and Optimus was going to find Dart this day.
Full stop.
Dense foliage. Rocky terrain slicked in moss. Blotted out daylight in an enclosed ecosystem.
Umpqua National Forest was a tourist region for its beautiful visuals and photography opportunities, yet, its vast landscape branched far beyond where the average individual tended to wander. Broader roads shriveling to thin lanes before dead ending. Hiking trails becoming choked out from nature claiming them, creating rather dangerous conditions for those that did not come prepared. Upon moving further and further from the root roads, the true wild nature of it all took hold, and it delved into untouched lands.
Which made it particularly interesting when the cell phone was triangulated to this region.
It was not a refined art tracking burner cell phones, yet, it could be done within reason, especially when aided by the United States Government. It permitted them to narrow down the search intensely, and in turn, permitted Optimus to gain a bead on roughly where to go to reach his intended goal. In the process, he had found himself deposited into a part of the world that clashed violently with the norm that his Autobots have had to endure, attempting to locate the cellphone in question, but more importantly the individual it belonged to.
Despite the triangulation efforts to narrow down the region as best they could, these lands simply were far too rough for there to be much hope in taking a blind hike, hoping for luck and fate to finally shine upon him. The key element however, was that Optimus did not need to hunt Dart down like some sort of animal in the woods. If he wanted to track her, he would have brought an individual appropriate to the job to find her no matter how far she would try to flee. No. She had wanted to find HIM before, going so far as to inform Rafael to pass on said message. As such, cyan optics flicked up towards the canopy above, his jaw tightening a moment as he thought over his next action.
There really was only one option in the now, as he suddenly threw all his cards on the table.
Violently, Optimus yelled up towards the sky so that his voice would carry far, one that had been used to command armies on a battlefield. Should the femme in question be where her phone indicated she may be, there was no doubt she would hear the single worded summon to call her forth, even if she had moved outside the calculated range since he arrived.
"DART!"
Things had gone so far out of control.
One issue after another, each seemingly worse than the next in leaps and bounds that made a prior crisis seem mild in comparison. They all built up like a rising tide threatening to drown them all, before Ratchet and Patch were swept out of the picture, and as such, they were now living off of borrowed time. Should someone get seriously injured beyond surface traumas, then it was essentially a guaranteed loss of their life without medics that were capable of working with the finer details of a frame's interior. Any organ damage could lead to full failure, and a need to see if stasus alone could hold off death until some kind of solution could be found.
Front and center were the noisy threats such as this... only, in the process of dealing with those that screamed for focus, the quiet ones had been pushed into the shadows. Dropped into a corner, a thin fuse crackling away beneath the roar. It was oftentimes the most silent of concerns that were the deadliest, and what had occurred because of it was a painful oversight, welcoming issues with an outstretched hand.
It spoke much about overall stability... or more... the lack of it.
MECH was a serious threat to behold with their more recent abomination, and to know they had things supposedly that could target their neural nets and radar profiles? Able to pick them out of a crowd? It was an added layer of lethality to an already dangerous element. The real trauma however from this information had only been noticed after the fact, while trying to line everything up for a series of directives that would be passed out to others. It was when looking over the list of concerns, that Optimus was reminded of a little quiet message that came from an oh so quiet source. A whispered warning that was gifted to him, only to nothing with it... Ratchet being taken down by such a monster mere days after.
This sudden association surged a level of stressed anger to the forefront, finding even more blame in what should have been a completely avoidable incident. If he had stepped forth and looked into it right away rather than letting other issues snag his focus, Ratchet could still be here. He could still have his closest friend... a friend that was made back when he was his old self. Before he had been twisted into an icon. He certainly befriended others as Prime... but it wasn't the same, there still that detachment while speaking through the veil of an illusion he had to uphold. No... he lost it all, all because of his negligence. All because he simply looked away at the worst of moments.
No more calls.
No more passivity.
No more waiting for the right moment.
The moment was now, and Optimus was going to find Dart this day.
Full stop.
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Dense foliage. Rocky terrain slicked in moss. Blotted out daylight in an enclosed ecosystem.
Umpqua National Forest was a tourist region for its beautiful visuals and photography opportunities, yet, its vast landscape branched far beyond where the average individual tended to wander. Broader roads shriveling to thin lanes before dead ending. Hiking trails becoming choked out from nature claiming them, creating rather dangerous conditions for those that did not come prepared. Upon moving further and further from the root roads, the true wild nature of it all took hold, and it delved into untouched lands.
Which made it particularly interesting when the cell phone was triangulated to this region.
It was not a refined art tracking burner cell phones, yet, it could be done within reason, especially when aided by the United States Government. It permitted them to narrow down the search intensely, and in turn, permitted Optimus to gain a bead on roughly where to go to reach his intended goal. In the process, he had found himself deposited into a part of the world that clashed violently with the norm that his Autobots have had to endure, attempting to locate the cellphone in question, but more importantly the individual it belonged to.
A heavy ped crushed down onto stone and soft earth, the raw weight behind it causing the rock to sink into the ground as a large form strode forward up an incline. Optimus did not know what exactly he was looking for in order to track where the femme was lurking, the region so dense and compacted that they could move right past one another so long as auditory cues were not loud enough. He could be three steps away from her trail of footfalls and snapped branches, or he could be a half mile out. It was a search that could feel futile, especially since the femme's plating was such a neutral tone. Easy to bleed into the backdrop in a way, unlike himself, where red, cobalt, and chrome clashed violently against muted browns and vibrant greens.
That is, if 'Dart' was even the individual he believed it to be and it wasn't someone else entirely.
Despite the triangulation efforts to narrow down the region as best they could, these lands simply were far too rough for there to be much hope in taking a blind hike, hoping for luck and fate to finally shine upon him. The key element however, was that Optimus did not need to hunt Dart down like some sort of animal in the woods. If he wanted to track her, he would have brought an individual appropriate to the job to find her no matter how far she would try to flee. No. She had wanted to find HIM before, going so far as to inform Rafael to pass on said message. As such, cyan optics flicked up towards the canopy above, his jaw tightening a moment as he thought over his next action.
There really was only one option in the now, as he suddenly threw all his cards on the table.
Violently, Optimus yelled up towards the sky so that his voice would carry far, one that had been used to command armies on a battlefield. Should the femme in question be where her phone indicated she may be, there was no doubt she would hear the single worded summon to call her forth, even if she had moved outside the calculated range since he arrived.
"DART!"