[ti]Ep 3.5[/ti]Guidance (Airdagger + Starkreiger)
Jan 6, 2024 0:00:54 GMT -5
Post by AirDagger on Jan 6, 2024 0:00:54 GMT -5
Ep 3.5 / Week 2 / day 3
Forest in Oregon
The problem with flying low…. was that there was always the possibility that something could be above you. Waiting to swoop down at any moment, and make you its prey. Dagger didn't want to be prey- so he gave the sky his full attention. Decepticon air superiority was of little comfort to the paranoid.
Many had told him that he was defective. What sort of flier was afraid of heights? …If only he could have just been a three-wheeler like his sister. Then he wouldn’t have to worry about crashing to the ground.
It would be nice to not have to think so hard about doing what he was built for. After all, He'd spent nearly his whole life trying to prove himself. Prove that he could fight. Prove that he deserved respect. It had been an uphill battle That he had been made for a specific purpose, which he would have no doubt excelled at if his life had gone how it was supposed to, was of no consequence in the present. Viper and his other commanders had never seen his strengths. Only what he lacked…strength, courage, his gestalt.
After all, there were supposed to be six of him. If he had had his siblings by his side…they would have been able to plow through Autobots with ease. But there were not six of Dagger. And there wouldn't be anytime soon.
Oh well.
Internal musings were cut short by the unmistakable sound of jet engines overhead.
Scrap. Every fibre of his being screamed at him to flee, but Dagger didn’t want to be a coward... so he stayed put. He needed to, however, get a look at his “visitor,” as soon as possible. He spun around quickly, to see what was above him. He could make out the vague form of a primarily black jet, but was unable to determine if it was a foe, ally, or human aircraft.
::Signal Ally:: Encrypted comm frequencies were always helpful. If his visitor was on his side, he’d be able to tell him as much. If he didn't receive an answer, he'd know it was time to fire up his blaster. Dagger cautiously moved closer to the unidentified aircraft, but paused as he noticed familiar features and Decepticon brands.
::Kreig!!:: The miniature jet called out the seeker’s name enthusiastically, zooming around him as fast as he could manage. This was so much better than running into an Autobot! ::Kreig! Hi!!::
Forest in Oregon
The problem with flying low…. was that there was always the possibility that something could be above you. Waiting to swoop down at any moment, and make you its prey. Dagger didn't want to be prey- so he gave the sky his full attention. Decepticon air superiority was of little comfort to the paranoid.
Many had told him that he was defective. What sort of flier was afraid of heights? …If only he could have just been a three-wheeler like his sister. Then he wouldn’t have to worry about crashing to the ground.
It would be nice to not have to think so hard about doing what he was built for. After all, He'd spent nearly his whole life trying to prove himself. Prove that he could fight. Prove that he deserved respect. It had been an uphill battle That he had been made for a specific purpose, which he would have no doubt excelled at if his life had gone how it was supposed to, was of no consequence in the present. Viper and his other commanders had never seen his strengths. Only what he lacked…strength, courage, his gestalt.
After all, there were supposed to be six of him. If he had had his siblings by his side…they would have been able to plow through Autobots with ease. But there were not six of Dagger. And there wouldn't be anytime soon.
Oh well.
Internal musings were cut short by the unmistakable sound of jet engines overhead.
Scrap. Every fibre of his being screamed at him to flee, but Dagger didn’t want to be a coward... so he stayed put. He needed to, however, get a look at his “visitor,” as soon as possible. He spun around quickly, to see what was above him. He could make out the vague form of a primarily black jet, but was unable to determine if it was a foe, ally, or human aircraft.
::Signal Ally:: Encrypted comm frequencies were always helpful. If his visitor was on his side, he’d be able to tell him as much. If he didn't receive an answer, he'd know it was time to fire up his blaster. Dagger cautiously moved closer to the unidentified aircraft, but paused as he noticed familiar features and Decepticon brands.
::Kreig!!:: The miniature jet called out the seeker’s name enthusiastically, zooming around him as fast as he could manage. This was so much better than running into an Autobot! ::Kreig! Hi!!::