Episode 1.5 – Monument Valley/Utah – Jumping Ship - Open
May 16, 2013 19:02:31 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on May 16, 2013 19:02:31 GMT -5
Roulette didn’t fly as a general rule. Really, there were many rules she set for herself as a cycle-to-cycle guide to staying alive. Not flying didn’t rate as high as say back-talking someone of considerable rank, but that sage advice was still on the list near the top. She didn’t fly because she couldn’t and she didn’t trust most pilots or the ships in general.
Leaving Cybertron reiterated why she should have listened to her own sound judgment. The whole trip had been one orchestrated montage of bad luck from start to strut-jarring finish. She hadn’t even wanted to leave the planet but there had been less use for her and Shockwave wasn’t a thing she wanted to be near when boredom struck.
Take off and the first half of the trip had been rather bland but for the shivery fact that she was stuck in a ship and had no control over her surroundings. She’d spent the majority of the trip pacing the halls and practicing drawing on random drones that happened to walk by. After so many times of having a gun in their face, they got used to the routine and Roulette’s hand grew steadier with each practiced motion.
At some point in the journey someone decided to pursue an Autobot ship of much grander proportion than their own. Roulette couldn’t have said who, as she wasn’t in the bridge at the time or she would have pistol whipped the pilot within an inch of his life on principle. To say they were out gunned would have been far too kind. The Deception ship was ripped in half just by the artillery.
After she realized she wasn’t going to die while floating on part of a ship drifting in empty space, Roulette weaseled her way onto the other ship. It hadn’t been an easy journey and she was more than fed up by the time she had snuck her way into the pilot’s quarters. Adding insult to injury, there had only been a crew of three Autobots on the whole Primus damned ship that was chewing up their afts like candy.
Well, she’d only needed one of them...
It was amazing how a gun to the back of a helm could motivate even the most hard-afted individuals. Leaving both crews behind to settle their differences, Roulette and her shanghaied pilot and ship continued on the journey to Earth. Turns out kidnapping a mech didn’t make the trip any less boring or irritating. Tempers were stretched thin and Roulette got tired of holding the gun steady all too soon.
Just as they’d entered Earth’s atmosphere, she’d been distracted for one nano-klik by the planet and the vast difference between this mudball and her own…Just long enough for the pilot to activate an emergency beacon announcing their arrival to everyone and their creator. She’d had no time to decide whether dealing with a welcome party was worse than doing without a working ship. So she’d trashed the engine and the console with three shots, effectively shutting the ship right the hell up and ensuring that they were stuck in a gliding tomb.
Before she could shoot the pilot for reneging on their deal, they crashed into a butte in the middle of a desert with enough force to make her thankful for safety harnesses and to reiterate the fact that she really did hate flying. The ship scraped along the top of the outcrop of rock and teetered to a stop on the very edge of a steep slope like a seesaw. She had enough time to think, Ha, just try and- before a tiny gust (or was it a bird?) tilted the ship ass over teakettle down the side.
When she managed to come to, with a metaphorically splitting helm, Roulette was laying outside the ship in a comfortable cradle of sand and broken parts of the bridge around her. She didn’t know where the pilot was and hoped he was pinned under his own goddamned ship for his cheek. The only thing she did know was that she was far, far too lucky to have survived that crash with only scrapes and dents. Something far worse had to be in store for her because that was the nature of the beast.
“What's next?” she snarled as she tried to untangle herself from the wreckage.
Leaving Cybertron reiterated why she should have listened to her own sound judgment. The whole trip had been one orchestrated montage of bad luck from start to strut-jarring finish. She hadn’t even wanted to leave the planet but there had been less use for her and Shockwave wasn’t a thing she wanted to be near when boredom struck.
Take off and the first half of the trip had been rather bland but for the shivery fact that she was stuck in a ship and had no control over her surroundings. She’d spent the majority of the trip pacing the halls and practicing drawing on random drones that happened to walk by. After so many times of having a gun in their face, they got used to the routine and Roulette’s hand grew steadier with each practiced motion.
At some point in the journey someone decided to pursue an Autobot ship of much grander proportion than their own. Roulette couldn’t have said who, as she wasn’t in the bridge at the time or she would have pistol whipped the pilot within an inch of his life on principle. To say they were out gunned would have been far too kind. The Deception ship was ripped in half just by the artillery.
After she realized she wasn’t going to die while floating on part of a ship drifting in empty space, Roulette weaseled her way onto the other ship. It hadn’t been an easy journey and she was more than fed up by the time she had snuck her way into the pilot’s quarters. Adding insult to injury, there had only been a crew of three Autobots on the whole Primus damned ship that was chewing up their afts like candy.
Well, she’d only needed one of them...
It was amazing how a gun to the back of a helm could motivate even the most hard-afted individuals. Leaving both crews behind to settle their differences, Roulette and her shanghaied pilot and ship continued on the journey to Earth. Turns out kidnapping a mech didn’t make the trip any less boring or irritating. Tempers were stretched thin and Roulette got tired of holding the gun steady all too soon.
Just as they’d entered Earth’s atmosphere, she’d been distracted for one nano-klik by the planet and the vast difference between this mudball and her own…Just long enough for the pilot to activate an emergency beacon announcing their arrival to everyone and their creator. She’d had no time to decide whether dealing with a welcome party was worse than doing without a working ship. So she’d trashed the engine and the console with three shots, effectively shutting the ship right the hell up and ensuring that they were stuck in a gliding tomb.
Before she could shoot the pilot for reneging on their deal, they crashed into a butte in the middle of a desert with enough force to make her thankful for safety harnesses and to reiterate the fact that she really did hate flying. The ship scraped along the top of the outcrop of rock and teetered to a stop on the very edge of a steep slope like a seesaw. She had enough time to think, Ha, just try and- before a tiny gust (or was it a bird?) tilted the ship ass over teakettle down the side.
When she managed to come to, with a metaphorically splitting helm, Roulette was laying outside the ship in a comfortable cradle of sand and broken parts of the bridge around her. She didn’t know where the pilot was and hoped he was pinned under his own goddamned ship for his cheek. The only thing she did know was that she was far, far too lucky to have survived that crash with only scrapes and dents. Something far worse had to be in store for her because that was the nature of the beast.
“What's next?” she snarled as she tried to untangle herself from the wreckage.