Ep. 1 - Sway - [Closed]
Jun 15, 2014 18:22:53 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2014 18:22:53 GMT -5
[Set shortly after "The Best shifts" and "Ice to meet you."]
Officially, Mirage had been out on patrol, scouting the roads and the nearby town of Jasper for for possible Decepticon activity. Unofficially, he had been sightseeing, for what little sights there were to see in such a humdrum little human colony. There were houses, businesses, a few places for recreational activities, and dirt. Lots and lots of dirt. Why the humans decided to settle in such a dusty Primus Forsaken place in the middle of nowhere, Mirage couldn’t fathom. There were no interesting sights, no abundance of natural resources, and no good reason, as far as Mirage could see, for anyone in their right mind to want to be there. Granted, the weather was pleasantly warm and the sunsets were remarkably pleasant (for Earth--they still paled in comparison to those on Cybertron) but still. Nice weather was not enough of a saving grace to make Mirage think highly of the place. He gave it one and a half out of five stars, and only because he was being generous.
While out on patrol, he had tried to familiarize himself with the layout of the streets of Jasper. He passed by a hospital, a bakery, two high schools, a supermarket, and numerous houses that all looked the same to him after five minutes of driving past them. Really, the entire trip had been disappointingly boring and uneventful, save for one notable instance. He had been driving through a shopping district when he came across a store with the unfortunate name “Plug and Play.” Naturally, he had been shocked and horrified by this violation of propriety and decency (there were human CHILDREN running about, for Primus’ sake) but thankfully, he did not feel scandalized for long. It took him a moment, but he quickly remembered that those words meant something entirely different to humans than they did to Cybertronians, as did the context in which they were being used. Despite this, he still found himself embarrassed by proxy for the video-game store’s unfortunate name, before hastily taking his leave of the place.
After that, he had decided to make his return to the base, before he caught the attention of local law enforcement or curious onlookers. While his altmode was indeed street-legal, it didn’t very much look it, and the longer he stayed on the streets the more likely he was to call the wrong sort of attention to himself. The last thing he wanted was to have to deal with human law enforcement questioning him about the legality of his being on the road.
Once he was safely back at base, he pulled to a stop at the entrance of the main room and transformed in a flourish of whirling parts. The moment his frame realigned itself into its bipedal form, he took a moment to roll his shoulders and dust himself off. White plating and dirt did not mix well in the slightest, and Mirage wasn’t keen on looking unkempt.
Distracted as he was with his task, he never once noticed the other occupant of the room, standing in the far corner, out of his line of sight.
Officially, Mirage had been out on patrol, scouting the roads and the nearby town of Jasper for for possible Decepticon activity. Unofficially, he had been sightseeing, for what little sights there were to see in such a humdrum little human colony. There were houses, businesses, a few places for recreational activities, and dirt. Lots and lots of dirt. Why the humans decided to settle in such a dusty Primus Forsaken place in the middle of nowhere, Mirage couldn’t fathom. There were no interesting sights, no abundance of natural resources, and no good reason, as far as Mirage could see, for anyone in their right mind to want to be there. Granted, the weather was pleasantly warm and the sunsets were remarkably pleasant (for Earth--they still paled in comparison to those on Cybertron) but still. Nice weather was not enough of a saving grace to make Mirage think highly of the place. He gave it one and a half out of five stars, and only because he was being generous.
While out on patrol, he had tried to familiarize himself with the layout of the streets of Jasper. He passed by a hospital, a bakery, two high schools, a supermarket, and numerous houses that all looked the same to him after five minutes of driving past them. Really, the entire trip had been disappointingly boring and uneventful, save for one notable instance. He had been driving through a shopping district when he came across a store with the unfortunate name “Plug and Play.” Naturally, he had been shocked and horrified by this violation of propriety and decency (there were human CHILDREN running about, for Primus’ sake) but thankfully, he did not feel scandalized for long. It took him a moment, but he quickly remembered that those words meant something entirely different to humans than they did to Cybertronians, as did the context in which they were being used. Despite this, he still found himself embarrassed by proxy for the video-game store’s unfortunate name, before hastily taking his leave of the place.
After that, he had decided to make his return to the base, before he caught the attention of local law enforcement or curious onlookers. While his altmode was indeed street-legal, it didn’t very much look it, and the longer he stayed on the streets the more likely he was to call the wrong sort of attention to himself. The last thing he wanted was to have to deal with human law enforcement questioning him about the legality of his being on the road.
Once he was safely back at base, he pulled to a stop at the entrance of the main room and transformed in a flourish of whirling parts. The moment his frame realigned itself into its bipedal form, he took a moment to roll his shoulders and dust himself off. White plating and dirt did not mix well in the slightest, and Mirage wasn’t keen on looking unkempt.
Distracted as he was with his task, he never once noticed the other occupant of the room, standing in the far corner, out of his line of sight.