Ep 1.5 - The Unwelcome Party (Smokescreen, MECH, now open!)
Oct 6, 2014 22:00:15 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2014 22:00:15 GMT -5
Tiredly, Smokescreen sunk onto the med-berth. He'd started shutting down systems that he didn't need. Stubbornly, he fought to keep awake. His energon reserves might be slowly and steadily depleting themselves down his side but despite this, the young Autobot fought to keep awake.
He's a medic, he's safe.
...isn't he?
They had a medic aboard the Avengeance. He'd been the one in charge of harvesting. Smokescreen flinched as that thought drifted in his processor. Warily, he continued shutting down unnecessary systems, diverting power to keep his processor awake.
And one arm if he needed a weapon.
His gaze temporarily drifted over to Optimus Prime's return. Thanks to the re-distribution of energy, he didn't have enough awareness to focus fully on the Prime before an oddly lucid pair of optics settled on watching Ratchet again.
He was safe.
Supposedly.
---
The explosion over the forest yanked Wheeljack's head up from his search. The Wrecker furiously scanned the sky, but the trees blocked any view he might have had of the encounter between the gunship and Thunder. It might be MECH or the Autobot and given the extremely lurid demonstration they'd just had with Air Raid, Wheeljack wouldn't put it beyond MECH's capabilities to be the victor, no matter how unlikely it seemed.
::Hey, Sky-Fists:: he pinged on the open comm channel when it remained silent. Not with concern, because Wheeljack didn't do that slag and that's what he was going to keep telling himself. ::You still alive?::
The Wrecker had a pede suspended in air, about to abandon his task and go looking for the jet when Optimus and Thunder's voice came through over the comms. Between the explosion and Thunder's report, it was pretty clear what had just gone on. Wheeljack gave a grunt of annoyance but reluctantly reported in.
::Haven't found our mystery shooter yet. Might be useful to have an optic in the air to help me look:: It was on the tip of his lip plates to add 'If you were done, yanno, blowing up that gunship you weren't supposed, Thunder,' but Wheeljack held his silence. Far as he was concerned, wasn't his problem the aerial hadn't follow orders.
Returning his attention to the forest and the ground, the Wrecker vented again. Ah yes. Tracking. Progress was slow but gradual. Their kind simply was too large and too alien to move about without leaving tracks on the organic world. The more Wheeljack searched, the better he was at recognising what was out of place but it was still slow going. It was also a hard balance between watching the ground and watching his back, the shooter might make a play for him as he got closer.
Slowly, he made his way round the clearing.
He's a medic, he's safe.
...isn't he?
They had a medic aboard the Avengeance. He'd been the one in charge of harvesting. Smokescreen flinched as that thought drifted in his processor. Warily, he continued shutting down unnecessary systems, diverting power to keep his processor awake.
And one arm if he needed a weapon.
His gaze temporarily drifted over to Optimus Prime's return. Thanks to the re-distribution of energy, he didn't have enough awareness to focus fully on the Prime before an oddly lucid pair of optics settled on watching Ratchet again.
He was safe.
Supposedly.
---
The explosion over the forest yanked Wheeljack's head up from his search. The Wrecker furiously scanned the sky, but the trees blocked any view he might have had of the encounter between the gunship and Thunder. It might be MECH or the Autobot and given the extremely lurid demonstration they'd just had with Air Raid, Wheeljack wouldn't put it beyond MECH's capabilities to be the victor, no matter how unlikely it seemed.
::Hey, Sky-Fists:: he pinged on the open comm channel when it remained silent. Not with concern, because Wheeljack didn't do that slag and that's what he was going to keep telling himself. ::You still alive?::
The Wrecker had a pede suspended in air, about to abandon his task and go looking for the jet when Optimus and Thunder's voice came through over the comms. Between the explosion and Thunder's report, it was pretty clear what had just gone on. Wheeljack gave a grunt of annoyance but reluctantly reported in.
::Haven't found our mystery shooter yet. Might be useful to have an optic in the air to help me look:: It was on the tip of his lip plates to add 'If you were done, yanno, blowing up that gunship you weren't supposed, Thunder,' but Wheeljack held his silence. Far as he was concerned, wasn't his problem the aerial hadn't follow orders.
Returning his attention to the forest and the ground, the Wrecker vented again. Ah yes. Tracking. Progress was slow but gradual. Their kind simply was too large and too alien to move about without leaving tracks on the organic world. The more Wheeljack searched, the better he was at recognising what was out of place but it was still slow going. It was also a hard balance between watching the ground and watching his back, the shooter might make a play for him as he got closer.
Slowly, he made his way round the clearing.