[ti]Ep 3.5[/ti]None Left are Alright [Open]
Mar 11, 2024 17:48:33 GMT -5
Post by Sundance on Mar 11, 2024 17:48:33 GMT -5
Week 1, Day 5, About 11 PM
“There is a saying, That which doesn't kill you only makes you stronger. I say this vast oversimplification is misleading. That which doesn't kill you, leaves you hurt and broken. It is the healing that follows which makes you stronger. And if you’re not stronger, you haven't finished healing. Sometimes that healing needs help, and it is with sadness that we simply can't heal from everything.”
It was very late at night. Anyone with any sense of a diurnal rhythm was likely recharging, or otherwise keeping to themselves as the hours got quieter. The night sky was cloudless, the stars competed with the crescent moon for luminescence, promising a sunny day tomorrow. The breeze, ever so slight, was cool, and as the hours passed, would chill just a little bit more until the sun rose again.
On top of the plateau that capped and hid the Autobot base, Sundance lay beneath those very same stars. She couldn’t see them though. The only stars she ever saw were the illusory ones at the periphery of her non-functional vision. Her hands were clasped behind her head. To her left was a relatively small human built radio playing some late night dance music. To her right was her wheelchair.
The cold air was helping her to feel just a little bit better as she endlessly struggled with the pain and discomfort throughout her systems. She was a sorry sight, more of her than not was covered in cyber-bandages and medical plating. Her face was half covered, revealing little more than a twisted mouth. There were no optics behind the bandages, one removed after being ruined beyond repair, and the other equally empty optical socket was severely damaged. Her softer facial plating had been the most vulnerable to damage, but the worst injury was below her knees - where there was very little left other than severed shin struts.
Sundance was healing, but she needed help, or she’d never get stronger.
The only indication that anyone was upstairs was the simple matter of the elevator. Down below inside the base, it was absent, ergo it was up, ergo someone had taken it up and not yet come down.
“There is a saying, That which doesn't kill you only makes you stronger. I say this vast oversimplification is misleading. That which doesn't kill you, leaves you hurt and broken. It is the healing that follows which makes you stronger. And if you’re not stronger, you haven't finished healing. Sometimes that healing needs help, and it is with sadness that we simply can't heal from everything.”
It was very late at night. Anyone with any sense of a diurnal rhythm was likely recharging, or otherwise keeping to themselves as the hours got quieter. The night sky was cloudless, the stars competed with the crescent moon for luminescence, promising a sunny day tomorrow. The breeze, ever so slight, was cool, and as the hours passed, would chill just a little bit more until the sun rose again.
On top of the plateau that capped and hid the Autobot base, Sundance lay beneath those very same stars. She couldn’t see them though. The only stars she ever saw were the illusory ones at the periphery of her non-functional vision. Her hands were clasped behind her head. To her left was a relatively small human built radio playing some late night dance music. To her right was her wheelchair.
The cold air was helping her to feel just a little bit better as she endlessly struggled with the pain and discomfort throughout her systems. She was a sorry sight, more of her than not was covered in cyber-bandages and medical plating. Her face was half covered, revealing little more than a twisted mouth. There were no optics behind the bandages, one removed after being ruined beyond repair, and the other equally empty optical socket was severely damaged. Her softer facial plating had been the most vulnerable to damage, but the worst injury was below her knees - where there was very little left other than severed shin struts.
Sundance was healing, but she needed help, or she’d never get stronger.
The only indication that anyone was upstairs was the simple matter of the elevator. Down below inside the base, it was absent, ergo it was up, ergo someone had taken it up and not yet come down.