Flashback – Atheists in a Foxhole – Closed
Aug 20, 2012 21:15:39 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2012 21:15:39 GMT -5
Barricade, as a rule, didn’t crashland. So when Autobot anti-aircraft fire put an ion ball the size of a combiner’s fist through the port-side engine turbine, Barricade decided that rules were made to be broken and tried to yank their craft out of the nosedive that ultimately put him and a fifteen-mech chalk into a middle of enemy territory. The majority of the Cons in the carrier had been fliers and Barricade blew open the bay doors in time to get the entirety of the fliers out and a handful of mini-cons and smaller ground troops that could hitch a ride on their larger flight-blessed allies. Unfortunately, as pilot, Cade saw none of this hospitality, nor did the biggest front-liner in the crew. A heavy-mass build with yellow optics and blue plates who didn’t seem surprised by his ill fortune.
He was, perhaps, as surprised as Barricade to survive the crash.
Autobot infantry hadn’t been muchly interested in hunting the remains of a shot down K-class personnel carrier, but that didn’t mean that Barricade and his large compatriot would go unnoticed this deep in Autobot turf. They’d missed the drop zone by ten miles and it was ten miles of heavy Autobot ground support between them and Decepticon friendlies so that meant – as the second sun this side of the planet swung below the horizon – Barricade and Breakdown found themselves weathering the night in a subterranean maintenance shaft while the rumble of Autobot heavy tanks thundered almost directly overhead. They were very much pinned until these bots were out of the area and they could risk a run out of this sector.
“So,” said Barricade after nearly an hour listening to Autobot engines. The glow of his optics was almost the only light in the service tunnel, just bright enough to cast light against the wide-set, massively powerful bot across from him. He pinged amusement. “You used to run with the Wreckers?”
He was, perhaps, as surprised as Barricade to survive the crash.
Autobot infantry hadn’t been muchly interested in hunting the remains of a shot down K-class personnel carrier, but that didn’t mean that Barricade and his large compatriot would go unnoticed this deep in Autobot turf. They’d missed the drop zone by ten miles and it was ten miles of heavy Autobot ground support between them and Decepticon friendlies so that meant – as the second sun this side of the planet swung below the horizon – Barricade and Breakdown found themselves weathering the night in a subterranean maintenance shaft while the rumble of Autobot heavy tanks thundered almost directly overhead. They were very much pinned until these bots were out of the area and they could risk a run out of this sector.
“So,” said Barricade after nearly an hour listening to Autobot engines. The glow of his optics was almost the only light in the service tunnel, just bright enough to cast light against the wide-set, massively powerful bot across from him. He pinged amusement. “You used to run with the Wreckers?”