[ti]Ep 3.5[/ti]Ch-Ch-Cherry Bomb! [Closed]
Jan 22, 2023 18:44:31 GMT -5
Post by Halcyon on Jan 22, 2023 18:44:31 GMT -5
Episode 3.5 | Week 1 | Day 5
ASIA, LOW ORBIT OVER SOUTHERN BORNEO - 10:00 LOCAL TIME
A battlefield, a prison cell, a single grenade rolling to her feet– between her and six unarmed mecha. A split-decision made, a blast of light.
Darkness.
For so long, darkness, until finally: a spark.
A message from a great leader beamed into an unconscious mind, drifting through space. A call to action. Then, flickering images– thousands of them all in succession. A new destination, its native population organic. Their history, so brief, but their culture so broad, so inspiring despite their species’ youth.
They called it Earth.
Images, languages, phrases, songs, stories – all keeping her company in that vast loneliness. And then finally, a single sentence– something she’d promised she would never forget. Something sworn to herself in the mirror millions of years ago:
“ORBITAL THRESHOLD REACHED, PREPARE FOR LANDING”
Wait, that wasn’t it.
Six words Halcyon was not expecting to pull her out of stasis as the drop pod suddenly lurched with the impact of entering the Earth’s atmosphere. The golden two-wheeler gasped, sitting up in her now open stasis pod, blinking at the unfamiliar sights before her.
How had she ended up here?
Almost as soon as the thought entered her head, the data packets that had been fed to her during stasis detailing her injuries back on Cybertron, and subsequent reforging activated, quelling all confusion within her mind, for the moment at least.
Took them long enough, the femme thought to herself as she rolled her optics and climbed out of the stasis pod. The moment she began moving, something felt different about her body. She couldn’t quite place it yet, and she most definitely had more trying things to attend to– but the feeling didn’t go away as she made it to the drop pod’s cockpit. She could now clearly see the blue planet now hurdling at her at tens of thousands of miles an hour as the ship rapidly approached low orbit.
Actually, too much blue, now that she was seeing it up close.
Halcyon threw herself on the controls, not thinking about the fact that she had absolutely zero piloting skills whatsoever as she began to pull back on the sticks.
“MANUAL CONTROL OVERRIDE NOT RECOMMENDED. PROCEED WITH AUTOMATIC LANDING PROTOCOL.”
"Well I would if you weren’t itchin’ to send me into a fraggin’ ocean ya stupid ship!" Halcyon shouted at the onboard AI.
“MANUAL CONTROL OVERRIDE SUCCESSFUL. HAVE A NICE FLIGHT.”
A second later, the ship dipped downward, sending Halcyon flying to the back of the ship with a flurry of sharp expletives. When the ship leveled out once more, she made her way back to the front, quickly grabbing the controls, optics scanning the unfamiliar-looking cockpit for anything resembling a radio. After a few moments of struggling, she resorted to simply smacking all the buttons that looked like they might be the right ones until an open radio transmission finally popped up on the holoscreen.
"There we are!" the femme shouted with glee, before clearing her vocalizer, dipping it to a lower, more commanding voice– or at least what she thought to be a commanding voice. "This is special agent Halcyon of the super secret Autobot Elite Guard Task Force Alpha Magnum Dongus requesting an immediate Autobot escort at my landing position on the…" Halcyon briefly peeled her head away from the holoscreen to look down at Earth, where a large island was coming over the horizon. "I don’t know, I’m gonna aim for the one that looks like a fucked up triangle. Agent Halcyon OUT!"
Satisfied that her rescuers-to-be were totally going to buy that she was actually someone important, Halcyon grinned, leaning back in the pilot’s seat and planting her peds up on the cockpit.
That was when she realized there was something really wrong with her legs.
"What the fra-"
“ENGINE FUEL LOW, INITIATING GLIDE-” The onboard AI blared, interrupting her train of thought.
"Wait, no! We’re not close enough yet!" Halcyon kicked her legs off the cockpit, taking hold of the control sticks once more, tugging at them to no avail.
“MANUAL OVERRIDE DISABLED DURING GLIDE. HAVE A NICE FLIGHT.”
"Shit shit shit!" Halcyon shouted, slamming her fists on the console as ocean rapidly approached. "C’mon, work!" sparks flew from the console as she continued punching it, watching as the altimeter continued counting lower and lower…
2,000 feet…1,500 feet…
"Come On!"
1,000…500…
With a final brutal punch, the control stick unlocked, and Halcyon pulled back as hard as she could…
The force of impact with the water would throw her out of her seat as the ship hit almost perfectly level against the water, bouncing off the waves like a skipping stone once…
Twice…
Thrice….
Until finally, on the fourth skip the pod hit land, sliding past a white beach and into an inlet where a small river snaked inland from the tidal estuary into a thick, palm-tree-dense forest that broke the rest of the pod’s violent landfall. As the drop pod finally came to a stop on the shores of the small river, it got to work sending its automated distress signals out to any allied forces capable of receiving it. Albeit, with no clear signs of life from the femme inside…
ASIA, LOW ORBIT OVER SOUTHERN BORNEO - 10:00 LOCAL TIME
A battlefield, a prison cell, a single grenade rolling to her feet– between her and six unarmed mecha. A split-decision made, a blast of light.
Darkness.
For so long, darkness, until finally: a spark.
A message from a great leader beamed into an unconscious mind, drifting through space. A call to action. Then, flickering images– thousands of them all in succession. A new destination, its native population organic. Their history, so brief, but their culture so broad, so inspiring despite their species’ youth.
They called it Earth.
Images, languages, phrases, songs, stories – all keeping her company in that vast loneliness. And then finally, a single sentence– something she’d promised she would never forget. Something sworn to herself in the mirror millions of years ago:
“ORBITAL THRESHOLD REACHED, PREPARE FOR LANDING”
Wait, that wasn’t it.
Six words Halcyon was not expecting to pull her out of stasis as the drop pod suddenly lurched with the impact of entering the Earth’s atmosphere. The golden two-wheeler gasped, sitting up in her now open stasis pod, blinking at the unfamiliar sights before her.
How had she ended up here?
Almost as soon as the thought entered her head, the data packets that had been fed to her during stasis detailing her injuries back on Cybertron, and subsequent reforging activated, quelling all confusion within her mind, for the moment at least.
Took them long enough, the femme thought to herself as she rolled her optics and climbed out of the stasis pod. The moment she began moving, something felt different about her body. She couldn’t quite place it yet, and she most definitely had more trying things to attend to– but the feeling didn’t go away as she made it to the drop pod’s cockpit. She could now clearly see the blue planet now hurdling at her at tens of thousands of miles an hour as the ship rapidly approached low orbit.
Actually, too much blue, now that she was seeing it up close.
Halcyon threw herself on the controls, not thinking about the fact that she had absolutely zero piloting skills whatsoever as she began to pull back on the sticks.
“MANUAL CONTROL OVERRIDE NOT RECOMMENDED. PROCEED WITH AUTOMATIC LANDING PROTOCOL.”
"Well I would if you weren’t itchin’ to send me into a fraggin’ ocean ya stupid ship!" Halcyon shouted at the onboard AI.
“MANUAL CONTROL OVERRIDE SUCCESSFUL. HAVE A NICE FLIGHT.”
A second later, the ship dipped downward, sending Halcyon flying to the back of the ship with a flurry of sharp expletives. When the ship leveled out once more, she made her way back to the front, quickly grabbing the controls, optics scanning the unfamiliar-looking cockpit for anything resembling a radio. After a few moments of struggling, she resorted to simply smacking all the buttons that looked like they might be the right ones until an open radio transmission finally popped up on the holoscreen.
"There we are!" the femme shouted with glee, before clearing her vocalizer, dipping it to a lower, more commanding voice– or at least what she thought to be a commanding voice. "This is special agent Halcyon of the super secret Autobot Elite Guard Task Force Alpha Magnum Dongus requesting an immediate Autobot escort at my landing position on the…" Halcyon briefly peeled her head away from the holoscreen to look down at Earth, where a large island was coming over the horizon. "I don’t know, I’m gonna aim for the one that looks like a fucked up triangle. Agent Halcyon OUT!"
Satisfied that her rescuers-to-be were totally going to buy that she was actually someone important, Halcyon grinned, leaning back in the pilot’s seat and planting her peds up on the cockpit.
That was when she realized there was something really wrong with her legs.
"What the fra-"
“ENGINE FUEL LOW, INITIATING GLIDE-” The onboard AI blared, interrupting her train of thought.
"Wait, no! We’re not close enough yet!" Halcyon kicked her legs off the cockpit, taking hold of the control sticks once more, tugging at them to no avail.
“MANUAL OVERRIDE DISABLED DURING GLIDE. HAVE A NICE FLIGHT.”
"Shit shit shit!" Halcyon shouted, slamming her fists on the console as ocean rapidly approached. "C’mon, work!" sparks flew from the console as she continued punching it, watching as the altimeter continued counting lower and lower…
2,000 feet…1,500 feet…
"Come On!"
1,000…500…
With a final brutal punch, the control stick unlocked, and Halcyon pulled back as hard as she could…
The force of impact with the water would throw her out of her seat as the ship hit almost perfectly level against the water, bouncing off the waves like a skipping stone once…
Twice…
Thrice….
Until finally, on the fourth skip the pod hit land, sliding past a white beach and into an inlet where a small river snaked inland from the tidal estuary into a thick, palm-tree-dense forest that broke the rest of the pod’s violent landfall. As the drop pod finally came to a stop on the shores of the small river, it got to work sending its automated distress signals out to any allied forces capable of receiving it. Albeit, with no clear signs of life from the femme inside…