Ep. 1.5 - "On the Dark Side" - Open
Feb 12, 2013 10:16:29 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2013 10:16:29 GMT -5
Only when the shuttle was resting securely in a bed of snow did Maximus straighten. He stepped back and vented, cycling warm air that had built up in his chassis during the arduous trek through the filters in his back. A flurry of snowflakes whirled about him before settling on his treads again in a soft white coat.
He laid a hand on his shoulder and rotated his arm. He noted in satisfaction that every joint moved seamlessly, without friction. The new frame was performing well, even in the cold. Good.
After flexing his hands to work out the kinks Maximus turned to face the other Autobots. He looked down at Dusk and raised a brow. His concentration had mostly been focused upon the work involved with pushing the wrecked shuttle across the clearing, but his audials worked just fine. Over the sound of screeching metalwork and crunching snow had overheard a little of the conversation that had taken place between Dusk and Bluestreak. Now he silently wondered at it. Ironhide's name had been mentioned. The cheerful Dusk had gone quiet after that. Which was odd, because Maximus had him pegged him as a talker. Hm.
He was grinning now, though. Maximus brushed his suspicions aside.
"Area forecasts predict the approaching low and associated fronts to arrive at roughly nineteen-hundred local time, less than an hour," he rumbled. He fixed Dusk with a stern red optic. "A ground bridge back would be wise. And then it's straight to the medical bay. Bluestreak, would you inform base that we are ready for a bridge back?"
He laid a hand on his shoulder and rotated his arm. He noted in satisfaction that every joint moved seamlessly, without friction. The new frame was performing well, even in the cold. Good.
After flexing his hands to work out the kinks Maximus turned to face the other Autobots. He looked down at Dusk and raised a brow. His concentration had mostly been focused upon the work involved with pushing the wrecked shuttle across the clearing, but his audials worked just fine. Over the sound of screeching metalwork and crunching snow had overheard a little of the conversation that had taken place between Dusk and Bluestreak. Now he silently wondered at it. Ironhide's name had been mentioned. The cheerful Dusk had gone quiet after that. Which was odd, because Maximus had him pegged him as a talker. Hm.
He was grinning now, though. Maximus brushed his suspicions aside.
"Area forecasts predict the approaching low and associated fronts to arrive at roughly nineteen-hundred local time, less than an hour," he rumbled. He fixed Dusk with a stern red optic. "A ground bridge back would be wise. And then it's straight to the medical bay. Bluestreak, would you inform base that we are ready for a bridge back?"
Continued