Flashback - The Lower Pool - Closed
Jul 27, 2012 4:37:05 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2012 4:37:05 GMT -5
[[Cybertron orbit and Polyhex - pre-war - before the Megatron/Orion split]]
Flareup remembered numerous meetings over the vorns with Elita-One, the head of the Order of Solus Prime. Yet memory was no substitute for experience, and this was the first time their leader would be actually coming aboard Bladeship Contour since she and Reburn had been replaced. Despite the horrible circumstances, Flareup was excited - it was a chance for the hive to show their worth again, a chance for the Rescue division to once again uphold the reputation of the Order and save some lives in the process.
Her excitement rebounded and reflected off Reburn, before being quelled a little by the others, who were amused at the thought they had something to prove. Contour's cool professionalism rose above all of them as she directed their movements. Flamewing sorted through the few feeds from the accident and plotted a response strategy to the disaster situation. Firebreak was watching the ship's condition, and Flashover preparing the medbay. Reburn held them together, as always. That left her to greet their guests.
All outside communication fell into her sphere, no matter who in the hive was speaking. She could take on another role if necessary, but this was what she was made to do. As she waited for the groundbridge, she scanned the newsfeeds in parallel, picking up information relevant to the hive and sliding it into their understanding.
All they knew now was that part of the cliff overlooking the Lower Pool in Polyhex had collapsed, dropping numerous high-caste estates into the molten metal and triggering a wave that had swept over lower class housing near the base of the pool before retreating. Casualties were numerous and climbing.
It was an extraordinary and unprecedented event. Polyhex was old and solidly built. The two pools, products of a deep heat source, were not known for instability in historic times. The city half-surrounded the old fortress of Darkmount, which contained the purer Upper Pool within its walls. The Lower Pool was set in a canyon around the fortress, a deep crescent moat arcing around a third of its periphery. Intended for defense, once. The city proper was at the elevation of the lip of the canyon but sprawled in all other directions from the fortress.
The awaited groundbridge finally opened in Contour's largest bay. Not before time, either. They would be dropping as soon as the groundbridge closed, using Contour as a temporary base for rescue and aid efforts.
Firestar and Elita-One stepped through, trailed by a handful of others. She felt the tension in the visitors' fields before she fully understood what was wrong. Headquarters must have gotten the news in advance, but the newsfeeds were updating as Firestar spoke. "They won't get away with this, Elita."
Someone had sent a message claiming responsibility.
This was no accident. This had been done on purpose.
"In the name of Solus, I welcome you to Bladeship Contour" Flareup said quietly, suddenly feeling very out of her depth.
They were already moving. Speed was of the essence.
Flareup remembered numerous meetings over the vorns with Elita-One, the head of the Order of Solus Prime. Yet memory was no substitute for experience, and this was the first time their leader would be actually coming aboard Bladeship Contour since she and Reburn had been replaced. Despite the horrible circumstances, Flareup was excited - it was a chance for the hive to show their worth again, a chance for the Rescue division to once again uphold the reputation of the Order and save some lives in the process.
Her excitement rebounded and reflected off Reburn, before being quelled a little by the others, who were amused at the thought they had something to prove. Contour's cool professionalism rose above all of them as she directed their movements. Flamewing sorted through the few feeds from the accident and plotted a response strategy to the disaster situation. Firebreak was watching the ship's condition, and Flashover preparing the medbay. Reburn held them together, as always. That left her to greet their guests.
All outside communication fell into her sphere, no matter who in the hive was speaking. She could take on another role if necessary, but this was what she was made to do. As she waited for the groundbridge, she scanned the newsfeeds in parallel, picking up information relevant to the hive and sliding it into their understanding.
All they knew now was that part of the cliff overlooking the Lower Pool in Polyhex had collapsed, dropping numerous high-caste estates into the molten metal and triggering a wave that had swept over lower class housing near the base of the pool before retreating. Casualties were numerous and climbing.
It was an extraordinary and unprecedented event. Polyhex was old and solidly built. The two pools, products of a deep heat source, were not known for instability in historic times. The city half-surrounded the old fortress of Darkmount, which contained the purer Upper Pool within its walls. The Lower Pool was set in a canyon around the fortress, a deep crescent moat arcing around a third of its periphery. Intended for defense, once. The city proper was at the elevation of the lip of the canyon but sprawled in all other directions from the fortress.
The awaited groundbridge finally opened in Contour's largest bay. Not before time, either. They would be dropping as soon as the groundbridge closed, using Contour as a temporary base for rescue and aid efforts.
Firestar and Elita-One stepped through, trailed by a handful of others. She felt the tension in the visitors' fields before she fully understood what was wrong. Headquarters must have gotten the news in advance, but the newsfeeds were updating as Firestar spoke. "They won't get away with this, Elita."
Someone had sent a message claiming responsibility.
This was no accident. This had been done on purpose.
"In the name of Solus, I welcome you to Bladeship Contour" Flareup said quietly, suddenly feeling very out of her depth.
They were already moving. Speed was of the essence.