Ep. 2 - Abyssinia - (Closed)
Jun 3, 2015 22:31:26 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2015 22:31:26 GMT -5
Set on Day Five, Week Two! The time is evening-ish, around 8pm local time.
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He had been dreading this.
Ratchet stared down the open ground bridge. Half a dozen steps would carry him through the portal and into Haven. But his spark was heavy. His feet felt like lead.
Putting off this trip had been a deliberate act. A cruel one, perhaps. He should have gone to the Neutral base as soon as the body had been found. Damn it, he should have. Layby deserved to hear the news. But Ratchet couldn't have faced this grim duty the evening before, with the shock still sharp and the pain still raw. Only once midnight had come and gone had he woken out of the bad dream and realized what he needed to do.
The day after the attack on the MECH facility had passed in a haze. He remembered little of it. There had been debriefs with Agent Fowler, sober discussions, data to analysis. Optimus had returned from the facility with valuable data drives in hand. Ratchet had spent much of his day shut up in the medbay pouring over the footage they contained. Most of it had been of experimentation and torment. Video feeds of MECH tests. The footage had gone straight into a locked medical database. No one but himself and Optimus would be allowed to see it.
It had been horrible to watch, but it was better than allowing himself to think about what else had been discovered at the facility.
Only one part had been recovered. A hollow, dreadful part. One part of what had once been a vibrant, dry, intelligent medic. A comrade and friend. Seeing it had nearly cut his knees out from under him.
He hated this. He really did.
Green light cast a halo of light around his frame as Ratchet faced down the bridge. He inhaled, and steeled himself. With heavy strides he trod forward, into the light. The dark silo disappeared, replaced with the roughly hewn rock walls of Haven's atrium.
Ratchet looked around himself. The cave was dim and peaceful. His jaw worked from side to side as he opened his comm.
"Layby?" he said. "This is Ratchet. I apologise for the unannounced visit. But I need to speak with you. It's about Cleaver."
A sealed case was tucked beneath his arm.
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He had been dreading this.
Ratchet stared down the open ground bridge. Half a dozen steps would carry him through the portal and into Haven. But his spark was heavy. His feet felt like lead.
Putting off this trip had been a deliberate act. A cruel one, perhaps. He should have gone to the Neutral base as soon as the body had been found. Damn it, he should have. Layby deserved to hear the news. But Ratchet couldn't have faced this grim duty the evening before, with the shock still sharp and the pain still raw. Only once midnight had come and gone had he woken out of the bad dream and realized what he needed to do.
The day after the attack on the MECH facility had passed in a haze. He remembered little of it. There had been debriefs with Agent Fowler, sober discussions, data to analysis. Optimus had returned from the facility with valuable data drives in hand. Ratchet had spent much of his day shut up in the medbay pouring over the footage they contained. Most of it had been of experimentation and torment. Video feeds of MECH tests. The footage had gone straight into a locked medical database. No one but himself and Optimus would be allowed to see it.
It had been horrible to watch, but it was better than allowing himself to think about what else had been discovered at the facility.
Only one part had been recovered. A hollow, dreadful part. One part of what had once been a vibrant, dry, intelligent medic. A comrade and friend. Seeing it had nearly cut his knees out from under him.
He hated this. He really did.
Green light cast a halo of light around his frame as Ratchet faced down the bridge. He inhaled, and steeled himself. With heavy strides he trod forward, into the light. The dark silo disappeared, replaced with the roughly hewn rock walls of Haven's atrium.
Ratchet looked around himself. The cave was dim and peaceful. His jaw worked from side to side as he opened his comm.
"Layby?" he said. "This is Ratchet. I apologise for the unannounced visit. But I need to speak with you. It's about Cleaver."
A sealed case was tucked beneath his arm.