[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Down to Earth (Crescent + Nathan, open)
Sept 13, 2022 9:29:36 GMT -5
Post by Crescent on Sept 13, 2022 9:29:36 GMT -5
Episode 3 / week 4 / day 4
Ah, Earth.
Crescent didn’t know much about the planet he now found himself on. He’d barely seen any of it, aside from the handful of locations he’d passed through on his way to the Autobot base- and then, of course, the base itself…which he hadn’t seen too much of either. The first order of business after arriving was to get his wing taken care of- and the resulting pain from that ordeal (as well as the general less than favorable state of his health from having been low on energon for such a long time) had left him, for the most part, only able to lay around in the berth uselessly for much of his first week at the outpost. To the Autobots, the white and indigo seeker had been a rare sight, if he had been spotted by them at all.
But it was time to change that! Was he in tip top shape? Absolutely not, but this mech longed to see something other than the walls of his room. He could also tell his cassette was becoming restless- she wanted a change of scenery, and a flight range larger than door to shelf in the corner. In a way, he understood why the owl was so fidgety. He missed being in the air himself, though despite the fact his wing was functional again, he hadn’t yet made any attempts to fly...primarily because he was completely unfamiliar with his new surroundings. Should any Decepticons stumble upon him while he was aimlessly wandering about? Well, he wouldn’t exactly be at an advantage.
Such thoughts, however, were pushed aside as he gathered up his companion and made his way out into the hall. As Crescent walked, his gaze stayed fixated on the floor. He may not have seen one of these “humans” he had heard about just yet, but he did know that they were small, and it was better to be safe than sorry in this situation.
Ah, Earth.
Crescent didn’t know much about the planet he now found himself on. He’d barely seen any of it, aside from the handful of locations he’d passed through on his way to the Autobot base- and then, of course, the base itself…which he hadn’t seen too much of either. The first order of business after arriving was to get his wing taken care of- and the resulting pain from that ordeal (as well as the general less than favorable state of his health from having been low on energon for such a long time) had left him, for the most part, only able to lay around in the berth uselessly for much of his first week at the outpost. To the Autobots, the white and indigo seeker had been a rare sight, if he had been spotted by them at all.
But it was time to change that! Was he in tip top shape? Absolutely not, but this mech longed to see something other than the walls of his room. He could also tell his cassette was becoming restless- she wanted a change of scenery, and a flight range larger than door to shelf in the corner. In a way, he understood why the owl was so fidgety. He missed being in the air himself, though despite the fact his wing was functional again, he hadn’t yet made any attempts to fly...primarily because he was completely unfamiliar with his new surroundings. Should any Decepticons stumble upon him while he was aimlessly wandering about? Well, he wouldn’t exactly be at an advantage.
Such thoughts, however, were pushed aside as he gathered up his companion and made his way out into the hall. As Crescent walked, his gaze stayed fixated on the floor. He may not have seen one of these “humans” he had heard about just yet, but he did know that they were small, and it was better to be safe than sorry in this situation.