Ep0.5 - Cleaver's Ship/Sahara - 'Moving House'
Mar 15, 2012 15:07:10 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2012 15:07:10 GMT -5
<<OOC: Set after Barricade has left, so it's just Cleaver, Moonshot, Reflector and Cat on-board.>>
"Alright, everyone. Here goes..."
It was with a final quiet prayer to Primus that Cleaver keyed the ignition of the buried ship, steeling herself for the rumble and creak as the not insignificant amount of earth on top was suddenly disturbed by vibrations. It had been forty-six years since the ship had moved, and though the status reports had come in clean, she'd still been keenly aware of the danger of finally unearthing her.
The cockpit was the most dangerous place to be for this maneuver, so despite the co-pilot seat to her left, Cleaver had strapped herself in alone and ordered the rest of the 'crew' to their own quarters. Moonshot and Reflector could endure any turbulance that they encountered, and Cat's escape pod had a separate inertial dampener and stabilizing system that would keep the ride smooth for the fragile human. The internal comm. system kept everyone updated - hopefully she wouldn't need to tell them all to brace...
Taking the yoke control in both hands, Cleaver steadily brought the wing thrusters to bear to drive the ship upwards through the soil. More rumbling, a lot of shaking, and her plates were constricting energon-flow they were so tight by the time they popped free of the planet's crust and into clear air. Whilst dirt and small rocks showered off the ship in a cloud of dust, she checked the systems again to ensure that nothing was damaged in the unearthing.
So far so good... A long, calming exhale, and then Cleaver keyed in the next set of codes. "Engaging the ground bridge."
The vortex spun open a short distance in front of the hovering ship, boosted to maximum size to accomodate the vessel. With a smile, Cleaver angled the ship forward towards the 'bridge for its last flight. On the other side, it would be dismantelled and spread out amongst the base. Moonshot's shuttle was in pieces in the cargo holds, awaiting the same fate.
They flew into the central atrium, almost filling it. She'd taken them through at a crawl, having set the 'bridge to open just after the interior wall, though there were still only a few meters to spare in front of the nose once they were inside. Lowering the craft onto its six landing struts, Cleaver checked that the tail was fully through before cycling down the 'bridge and powering off the engines.
Sagging back in the pilot's chair, Cleaver dropped her hands to her sides with thick relief. "We're here."
"Alright, everyone. Here goes..."
It was with a final quiet prayer to Primus that Cleaver keyed the ignition of the buried ship, steeling herself for the rumble and creak as the not insignificant amount of earth on top was suddenly disturbed by vibrations. It had been forty-six years since the ship had moved, and though the status reports had come in clean, she'd still been keenly aware of the danger of finally unearthing her.
The cockpit was the most dangerous place to be for this maneuver, so despite the co-pilot seat to her left, Cleaver had strapped herself in alone and ordered the rest of the 'crew' to their own quarters. Moonshot and Reflector could endure any turbulance that they encountered, and Cat's escape pod had a separate inertial dampener and stabilizing system that would keep the ride smooth for the fragile human. The internal comm. system kept everyone updated - hopefully she wouldn't need to tell them all to brace...
Taking the yoke control in both hands, Cleaver steadily brought the wing thrusters to bear to drive the ship upwards through the soil. More rumbling, a lot of shaking, and her plates were constricting energon-flow they were so tight by the time they popped free of the planet's crust and into clear air. Whilst dirt and small rocks showered off the ship in a cloud of dust, she checked the systems again to ensure that nothing was damaged in the unearthing.
So far so good... A long, calming exhale, and then Cleaver keyed in the next set of codes. "Engaging the ground bridge."
The vortex spun open a short distance in front of the hovering ship, boosted to maximum size to accomodate the vessel. With a smile, Cleaver angled the ship forward towards the 'bridge for its last flight. On the other side, it would be dismantelled and spread out amongst the base. Moonshot's shuttle was in pieces in the cargo holds, awaiting the same fate.
They flew into the central atrium, almost filling it. She'd taken them through at a crawl, having set the 'bridge to open just after the interior wall, though there were still only a few meters to spare in front of the nose once they were inside. Lowering the craft onto its six landing struts, Cleaver checked that the tail was fully through before cycling down the 'bridge and powering off the engines.
Sagging back in the pilot's chair, Cleaver dropped her hands to her sides with thick relief. "We're here."