[ti]Ep 3.5[/ti]How About A Deal? [closed]
Sept 8, 2023 0:32:24 GMT -5
Post by Swindle on Sept 8, 2023 0:32:24 GMT -5
Week 1 - Day 2
Italy, Majella National Park, 11:37 AM...
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A world full of organic life, water and scenery so beautiful that rivaled some of the richest systems across the galaxy. This planet could have easily become a hot bed for vacation real estate if it weren't so far away, an investment a certain mech wouldn't have minded in taking part in himself if he had access to a space bridge. Too bad those don't exist anymore.
So this had been the new planet the Decepticons had established base on? Who knew it would be so... colorful. Perhaps Decepticon command had finally grown tired of dark, brooding scenery. To be honest, props to that idea as far as style points go. Though it didn't make up for the useful resources category whatsoever.
An organic planet? Really? Surely the Decepticons knew that they weren't usually known for their glorious amounts of materials and energon, right? How in the pits have they survived here for so long?
The possibility of being fed false information began to weigh down on the pilot of the ship. Well, he had made it all this way, he should at least scope it out and try to make contact with his faction before he decides that this was a waste of his time and personal resources.
The Polaris's engines hummed lowly as it landed against the lush green grassy hills of this dirt planet. It's frame was hidden ever since it had entered this planet's atmosphere, all thanks to its cloaking technology. There was no need to bring unnecessary attention to itself, especially since it had carried it's pilot's precious treasures on board. No one could ever be too cautious.
It's exit bay doors hissed open as a ramp extended downwards, allowing the pilot to step out onto the planet's natural green blanket... which had seemed to go on for quite awhile.
The surrounding area was almost enchanting, a large mountain range scraped the sky and an enormous lake reflected it's image perfectly. There were rolling hills of green that created a perfect little bowl of protection around the flat land the Polaris had landed on.
"Yeah. There is no way the Decepticons would be here. This area is way too prepossessing." The mech muttered to himself as he walked further from his ship.
He knew that he needed to at least attempt contact because he was definitely not about to circle this planet and search for signs of their existence. However before he did that, he needed to get away from his ship first. As the self proclaimed best deceiver of the Decepticons, he knew better than anyone to put his trust into another Con... or any sentient being for that matter. He had too many possessions on The Polaris and he was not about to risk losing them in case anyone was actually here.
The mech walked rather far from his ship, it was refreshing to be able to escape the confined space after such a long trip.
Once he found an area he felt was a safe distance from the ship, the mech activated a comm, inviting anyone on the open frequency to respond to.
:: Sending out a distress signal to any who may be present on this channel. I need aid. Sending my coordinates now. ::
Italy, Majella National Park, 11:37 AM...
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A world full of organic life, water and scenery so beautiful that rivaled some of the richest systems across the galaxy. This planet could have easily become a hot bed for vacation real estate if it weren't so far away, an investment a certain mech wouldn't have minded in taking part in himself if he had access to a space bridge. Too bad those don't exist anymore.
So this had been the new planet the Decepticons had established base on? Who knew it would be so... colorful. Perhaps Decepticon command had finally grown tired of dark, brooding scenery. To be honest, props to that idea as far as style points go. Though it didn't make up for the useful resources category whatsoever.
An organic planet? Really? Surely the Decepticons knew that they weren't usually known for their glorious amounts of materials and energon, right? How in the pits have they survived here for so long?
The possibility of being fed false information began to weigh down on the pilot of the ship. Well, he had made it all this way, he should at least scope it out and try to make contact with his faction before he decides that this was a waste of his time and personal resources.
The Polaris's engines hummed lowly as it landed against the lush green grassy hills of this dirt planet. It's frame was hidden ever since it had entered this planet's atmosphere, all thanks to its cloaking technology. There was no need to bring unnecessary attention to itself, especially since it had carried it's pilot's precious treasures on board. No one could ever be too cautious.
It's exit bay doors hissed open as a ramp extended downwards, allowing the pilot to step out onto the planet's natural green blanket... which had seemed to go on for quite awhile.
The surrounding area was almost enchanting, a large mountain range scraped the sky and an enormous lake reflected it's image perfectly. There were rolling hills of green that created a perfect little bowl of protection around the flat land the Polaris had landed on.
"Yeah. There is no way the Decepticons would be here. This area is way too prepossessing." The mech muttered to himself as he walked further from his ship.
He knew that he needed to at least attempt contact because he was definitely not about to circle this planet and search for signs of their existence. However before he did that, he needed to get away from his ship first. As the self proclaimed best deceiver of the Decepticons, he knew better than anyone to put his trust into another Con... or any sentient being for that matter. He had too many possessions on The Polaris and he was not about to risk losing them in case anyone was actually here.
The mech walked rather far from his ship, it was refreshing to be able to escape the confined space after such a long trip.
Once he found an area he felt was a safe distance from the ship, the mech activated a comm, inviting anyone on the open frequency to respond to.
:: Sending out a distress signal to any who may be present on this channel. I need aid. Sending my coordinates now. ::