Episode 2: Smooth Jazz [Open]
Mar 16, 2015 0:42:56 GMT -5
Post by Jazz on Mar 16, 2015 0:42:56 GMT -5
Week Two, Day 4 ( Verified )
Arrival.
Crash landin' in the Sahara.
"Mayday, Mayday! Comin' on over the Autobot frequencies, can anyone hear me? This is Jazz tryin' to connect through. Hate to say it any other way, but I'm comin' in HOT! This atmosphere's got some mean resistance, man!"
Jazz was trying to pull back on the controls to level the ship out but he was clearly having difficulty doing so. He hadn't expected that he would be faced with this much trouble and inwardly wondered if the ones who had sent out the signal had gone through the same thing? He was going to have to tell whoever was in charge of this fiasco that they really need to warn others about this entry issue so they don't come in as blind as he did. All sorts of warning relays were going off around him, indicating all the structural damage that the ship was sustaining and that the engines had locked up. Honestly, with some of the stuff that he had already had to go through, to be taken out like this just wasn't in the cards.
'Gotta make it. Ain't gonna let myself go down without at least landin' this blasted thing!'
Boy, this was going to be fun, though.
"Come'on ya old pile of cosmic rust, line up! You're just bein' a twist in my circuit now."
The ship left a trail of smoke in its wake as it broke through the final resistant atmospheric layer and started to fully nose-dive and spin as it plummeted towards the surface of the planet. Jazz pressed his back into the seat and pedes to the floor then pulled back as hard as he could on the controls. The pull of gravity was working its charm, increasing the speed that he was dropping now that he was just cutting through separating air.
"Pull... UP!" Jazz pounded his left servo against the controls on the overhead panel. While it usually wouldn't have been a good idea to just go hitting things, it seemed to work. One of the alerts went off and the autopilot engaged which right away went to work with leveling out the ship and kicking on the engines. Sure, he was still going down, but at least this time it wouldn't be as catastrophic as it could have been. He just had to pray to Primus that he didn't hit the broad side of some giant rock.
When the impact came it wasn't rock that he hit. Instead the belly of the ship skidded across the sands, sparks rising up as parts of the ship started to disengage and fly off. It was rough, bumpy, and Jazz didn't think he would ever slow down. Pray tell, he was thanking the cosmos the moment hat he finally did. Once everything had halted he released his grip on the controls and his visor dimmed as his systems started to ease off of the high from the head rush caused by the immense surge of energon he had been enduring the past few moments. He didn't have much time to sit and relax to think about his current situation before he was drawn back to the reality of it all by a small, high-pitched beeping sound.
The console had switched its commands over and began to send out a distress signal.
Jazz knew it wasn't a good idea to stay in one place too long with that thing going but his joints just didn't want to function at the moment and the tension hadn't completely eased out yet so trying to fight it could have ended with him face down on the floor and not able to push himself upright. This was a tricky predicament to find himself in. Heck, for all he knew there could have been an enemy right around the corner of... wherever he was... and here he was about as useful as protoform without a spark. Comms were shot so he would have to recuperate here and hope that alliance assistance came quickly. Assistance that wasn't in the form of the opposing faction than he had pledged his allegiance to, that is.
"Time to get out of this smolderin' tin crust..." Jazz said as he looked around the small cockpit then shifted about as he slid his way out of the pilot seat. The observation window was obstructed by something that blackened it out. That meant that he couldn't see where he had settled or what was coming ( and with the ship's sensors not happening ever they wouldn't pick up anything either ), and the need to get out of here heightened in urgency.
Making his way to he door he tried to push it open, expecting it to open with ease, though he was only greeted by a near collision with the metal door. He hadn't been paying the best of attention to what was going on since he was just wanting out so while he had stepped forward to walk out the door stalled by whatever was outside of it and it refused to open more than an inch or two.
Surely he wasn't gonna get out with that small gap!
He pushed and shoved, pedes skidding on the metal floor of the ship as he tried for a little more give. Finally having enough, Jazz let go of the door and took a couple steps back, pulled in air through his vents, then rushed forward with his left shoulder forward and rammed it hard as he could against the door. It flew open from the force of the shove, sand spilling into the threshold of the door frame just as Jazz stumbled and found himself on the outside, face first in the very sands he had been combating only moments before. He sat up, firmly on his backside as he looked at the endless sea of gold and exvented only to 'cough' as he cleared out the sand that had managed into his mouth.
"That coulda gone smoother. Well, guess the good thing is that I'm outta that would-be grave!"
Who was he talkin' to? No one? No way, himself, that's who. And while one talking to themselves would have seemed strange to someone much more logical and without the need for some level of conversation, it was perfectly normal for Jazz. Talking to himself was better than talking to no one, after all!
Jazz stood up and brushed the sand off, metal clanking to metal, and stared at the ship. This ship had definitely seen better days but somehow Jazz had a sneaking suspicion that this wasn't the worse one to come yet. Half of it was buried under the sand, including half of the door on the side from which it swung open. That certainly explained the issued he'd had with opening it. This sand was a heavy chunk of dead weight, that was for sure, and it was everywhere! Jazz recalled certain drops on some of the worse surfaces he could imagine, from cosmic rubble to would-be quicksands, so the material he was currently standing on was a bit of a blessing even if it were already a pain in his circuits. Following through with his gaze, Jazz scanned the area for any signs of life. Nothing was coming up, and that was a good thing for the time being. No signatures mean that there were no Decepticons in the immediate proximity he could at least gain ground and compose himself as he tried to figure out just where the heck he was.
Clank clank.
The mech tapped the side of his helm as he attempted to check his comms. There was nothing but static coming through which either meant it was down or no one had listened into his request for assistance. With a servo on his hip, he looked around again. While he didn't have a clue where he was, he had been lead here by the coordinates in the auto pilot.
That meant Autobots had to be here somewhere. That was good.
It also meant that Decepticons could be as well. That was not.
Time was not on his side. Staying by a crashed ship would catch someone's scanners eventually and he didn't want to risk it being the enemy when, should they arrive in droves, he would be a lone sitting duck out in the middle of nowhere with this great of a risk of being offlined or captured. Either wasn't a viable option so he would have to go with the third and get his sandy self on out of this spot before he was... well... spotted. So onward and upward! He returned inside to collect his rifle then started his trek to seek out a safe place at higher ground to observe from a safe location, to lay in wait until he picked up a, or some, signals as they approached in curiosity of the ship's emergency distress signal.
Arrival.
Crash landin' in the Sahara.
"Mayday, Mayday! Comin' on over the Autobot frequencies, can anyone hear me? This is Jazz tryin' to connect through. Hate to say it any other way, but I'm comin' in HOT! This atmosphere's got some mean resistance, man!"
Jazz was trying to pull back on the controls to level the ship out but he was clearly having difficulty doing so. He hadn't expected that he would be faced with this much trouble and inwardly wondered if the ones who had sent out the signal had gone through the same thing? He was going to have to tell whoever was in charge of this fiasco that they really need to warn others about this entry issue so they don't come in as blind as he did. All sorts of warning relays were going off around him, indicating all the structural damage that the ship was sustaining and that the engines had locked up. Honestly, with some of the stuff that he had already had to go through, to be taken out like this just wasn't in the cards.
'Gotta make it. Ain't gonna let myself go down without at least landin' this blasted thing!'
Boy, this was going to be fun, though.
"Come'on ya old pile of cosmic rust, line up! You're just bein' a twist in my circuit now."
The ship left a trail of smoke in its wake as it broke through the final resistant atmospheric layer and started to fully nose-dive and spin as it plummeted towards the surface of the planet. Jazz pressed his back into the seat and pedes to the floor then pulled back as hard as he could on the controls. The pull of gravity was working its charm, increasing the speed that he was dropping now that he was just cutting through separating air.
"Pull... UP!" Jazz pounded his left servo against the controls on the overhead panel. While it usually wouldn't have been a good idea to just go hitting things, it seemed to work. One of the alerts went off and the autopilot engaged which right away went to work with leveling out the ship and kicking on the engines. Sure, he was still going down, but at least this time it wouldn't be as catastrophic as it could have been. He just had to pray to Primus that he didn't hit the broad side of some giant rock.
When the impact came it wasn't rock that he hit. Instead the belly of the ship skidded across the sands, sparks rising up as parts of the ship started to disengage and fly off. It was rough, bumpy, and Jazz didn't think he would ever slow down. Pray tell, he was thanking the cosmos the moment hat he finally did. Once everything had halted he released his grip on the controls and his visor dimmed as his systems started to ease off of the high from the head rush caused by the immense surge of energon he had been enduring the past few moments. He didn't have much time to sit and relax to think about his current situation before he was drawn back to the reality of it all by a small, high-pitched beeping sound.
The console had switched its commands over and began to send out a distress signal.
Jazz knew it wasn't a good idea to stay in one place too long with that thing going but his joints just didn't want to function at the moment and the tension hadn't completely eased out yet so trying to fight it could have ended with him face down on the floor and not able to push himself upright. This was a tricky predicament to find himself in. Heck, for all he knew there could have been an enemy right around the corner of... wherever he was... and here he was about as useful as protoform without a spark. Comms were shot so he would have to recuperate here and hope that alliance assistance came quickly. Assistance that wasn't in the form of the opposing faction than he had pledged his allegiance to, that is.
"Time to get out of this smolderin' tin crust..." Jazz said as he looked around the small cockpit then shifted about as he slid his way out of the pilot seat. The observation window was obstructed by something that blackened it out. That meant that he couldn't see where he had settled or what was coming ( and with the ship's sensors not happening ever they wouldn't pick up anything either ), and the need to get out of here heightened in urgency.
Making his way to he door he tried to push it open, expecting it to open with ease, though he was only greeted by a near collision with the metal door. He hadn't been paying the best of attention to what was going on since he was just wanting out so while he had stepped forward to walk out the door stalled by whatever was outside of it and it refused to open more than an inch or two.
Surely he wasn't gonna get out with that small gap!
He pushed and shoved, pedes skidding on the metal floor of the ship as he tried for a little more give. Finally having enough, Jazz let go of the door and took a couple steps back, pulled in air through his vents, then rushed forward with his left shoulder forward and rammed it hard as he could against the door. It flew open from the force of the shove, sand spilling into the threshold of the door frame just as Jazz stumbled and found himself on the outside, face first in the very sands he had been combating only moments before. He sat up, firmly on his backside as he looked at the endless sea of gold and exvented only to 'cough' as he cleared out the sand that had managed into his mouth.
"That coulda gone smoother. Well, guess the good thing is that I'm outta that would-be grave!"
Who was he talkin' to? No one? No way, himself, that's who. And while one talking to themselves would have seemed strange to someone much more logical and without the need for some level of conversation, it was perfectly normal for Jazz. Talking to himself was better than talking to no one, after all!
Jazz stood up and brushed the sand off, metal clanking to metal, and stared at the ship. This ship had definitely seen better days but somehow Jazz had a sneaking suspicion that this wasn't the worse one to come yet. Half of it was buried under the sand, including half of the door on the side from which it swung open. That certainly explained the issued he'd had with opening it. This sand was a heavy chunk of dead weight, that was for sure, and it was everywhere! Jazz recalled certain drops on some of the worse surfaces he could imagine, from cosmic rubble to would-be quicksands, so the material he was currently standing on was a bit of a blessing even if it were already a pain in his circuits. Following through with his gaze, Jazz scanned the area for any signs of life. Nothing was coming up, and that was a good thing for the time being. No signatures mean that there were no Decepticons in the immediate proximity he could at least gain ground and compose himself as he tried to figure out just where the heck he was.
Clank clank.
The mech tapped the side of his helm as he attempted to check his comms. There was nothing but static coming through which either meant it was down or no one had listened into his request for assistance. With a servo on his hip, he looked around again. While he didn't have a clue where he was, he had been lead here by the coordinates in the auto pilot.
That meant Autobots had to be here somewhere. That was good.
It also meant that Decepticons could be as well. That was not.
Time was not on his side. Staying by a crashed ship would catch someone's scanners eventually and he didn't want to risk it being the enemy when, should they arrive in droves, he would be a lone sitting duck out in the middle of nowhere with this great of a risk of being offlined or captured. Either wasn't a viable option so he would have to go with the third and get his sandy self on out of this spot before he was... well... spotted. So onward and upward! He returned inside to collect his rifle then started his trek to seek out a safe place at higher ground to observe from a safe location, to lay in wait until he picked up a, or some, signals as they approached in curiosity of the ship's emergency distress signal.