Ep. 1.5 - Overload - (Closed)
Sept 22, 2014 11:43:33 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2014 11:43:33 GMT -5
Maximus did not respond. Even when Ratchet patted his elbow in a wordless farewell before turning to follow Optimus into the desert he did not move. Instead he stared after the retreating back of the Autobot leader, speechless, his optics wide.
His gaze lowered. When it fell upon the red sigil emblazoned on his chassis he studied it a moment before lifting his optics to Wheeljack as the Wrecker approached him. But his stare was distant and went straight through the other Autobot, to something that only he could see.
Only after a minute had passed did Maximus finally rouse himself and draw upright, his attention returning to the present. But it was clear to be seen that Optimus’ kind words had left him with an expression that was a little less pinched and a little more at ease.
“Yeah,” he said. “Yeah... I guess that’s true. Drop by sometime. If Agent Fowler allows it.”
The corner of his mouth twitched, as if he already knew that the Wrecker would attempt to come and go as he pleased if that was what he wanted, no matter what Agent Fowler said.
Maximus backed away. When he had given himself a little distance he turned towards the desert and lifted one hand in a half salute.
He transformed.
The dirty blue and grey tank thudded into the desert floor, its whip antenna wagging, dust billowing out from under its tracks. Both of its machine guns were carefully turned away, their muzzles angled towards the night sky. The turret whirred, bringing the main gun somewhere to rest somewhere between Wheeljack and a far off rock formation, as if the tank were glancing back.
“Thanks,” it said. “For the comm line. And... for something to keep the mind occupied.”
Its engine roared.
Without another word the tank accelerated forward, rolling slowly as it crunched over the rough and rocky terrain. It picked up a little speed when it hit hardpacked earth, until soon it was little more than a line of dust in the distance, trudging steadily north.
And then it was gone.
end!
His gaze lowered. When it fell upon the red sigil emblazoned on his chassis he studied it a moment before lifting his optics to Wheeljack as the Wrecker approached him. But his stare was distant and went straight through the other Autobot, to something that only he could see.
Only after a minute had passed did Maximus finally rouse himself and draw upright, his attention returning to the present. But it was clear to be seen that Optimus’ kind words had left him with an expression that was a little less pinched and a little more at ease.
“Yeah,” he said. “Yeah... I guess that’s true. Drop by sometime. If Agent Fowler allows it.”
The corner of his mouth twitched, as if he already knew that the Wrecker would attempt to come and go as he pleased if that was what he wanted, no matter what Agent Fowler said.
Maximus backed away. When he had given himself a little distance he turned towards the desert and lifted one hand in a half salute.
He transformed.
The dirty blue and grey tank thudded into the desert floor, its whip antenna wagging, dust billowing out from under its tracks. Both of its machine guns were carefully turned away, their muzzles angled towards the night sky. The turret whirred, bringing the main gun somewhere to rest somewhere between Wheeljack and a far off rock formation, as if the tank were glancing back.
“Thanks,” it said. “For the comm line. And... for something to keep the mind occupied.”
Its engine roared.
Without another word the tank accelerated forward, rolling slowly as it crunched over the rough and rocky terrain. It picked up a little speed when it hit hardpacked earth, until soon it was little more than a line of dust in the distance, trudging steadily north.
And then it was gone.
end!