Flashback - "Goode Direction" - [Closed]
Apr 24, 2012 23:20:27 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2012 23:20:27 GMT -5
The last time she had checked her inner chronometer, they were just leaving the ship Tellius and its crew. At the time their fuel tanks, their supply… had seemed adequate. Adequate enough, all things considering; more than enough, knowing it came from Tellius's own stock. Between the two of them they had no real plan other than half-hearted searching through the systems for some Decepticon outpost, if only out of habit. It had been, for the longest time, the only thing they knew… but whatever ties, whatever closeness they had with Megatron's cause vanished with Excellon.
Alert and online she pulled her ration from their stores, contemplating the weight of the energon cube in her servos. Despite her attempts to avoid calculating vorn, though, she found herself keeping track of time with rations. They had almost halved their supply when they passed a lone, icy planetoid her last recharge cycle. She shifted her optics down into the half drained cube… Adequate. For two frames in a low-activity period without the need to power their own flight or battle systems. Adequate to survive, she settled.
But for how much longer?
Shearwind was already sitting in the pilot's seat when she emerged from the berth, the blast shield left wide from one side to the other. Blackness stretched out on the other side, stars billions of years away not but faint specks in the void. It would have been maddening if not for the constant, gentle thrum of Shearwind's presence with her mind, her spark. But she could feel something tight in hir field… a restless almost in her very own servos. "You have not recharged yet…?" More a statement than a question. Storm settled herself into the co-pilot's seat, optics tracing the lines her hir helm. "You should take your rations, too…"
Alert and online she pulled her ration from their stores, contemplating the weight of the energon cube in her servos. Despite her attempts to avoid calculating vorn, though, she found herself keeping track of time with rations. They had almost halved their supply when they passed a lone, icy planetoid her last recharge cycle. She shifted her optics down into the half drained cube… Adequate. For two frames in a low-activity period without the need to power their own flight or battle systems. Adequate to survive, she settled.
But for how much longer?
Shearwind was already sitting in the pilot's seat when she emerged from the berth, the blast shield left wide from one side to the other. Blackness stretched out on the other side, stars billions of years away not but faint specks in the void. It would have been maddening if not for the constant, gentle thrum of Shearwind's presence with her mind, her spark. But she could feel something tight in hir field… a restless almost in her very own servos. "You have not recharged yet…?" More a statement than a question. Storm settled herself into the co-pilot's seat, optics tracing the lines her hir helm. "You should take your rations, too…"