Ep. 2 - Strange Attractors - (Closed)
Dec 14, 2015 22:32:37 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2015 22:32:37 GMT -5
Wheeljack never got a response from the other mech.
He'd been frowning down at the screen and the warnings that had popped up while he was studying the area map. It didn't surprise him that the information could be out of date, given the damage Iacon had sustained. Honestly, if the map was correct, he'd consider it an outright miracle.
Then, a whisper in the air, the Wrecker's head unconsciously raising a little at the faint sound before he'd even processed the change in ambient noises-
Psi was gone within the smallest split between one moment and the next.
Wheeljack jerked around, optics wide at the sight of the torrent of coolant pouring from the ceiling. Fraggit, today was not his day. The Wrecker dwelled in his surprise for only the briefest second, then he was evaluating his situation.
An eddy of coolant surged and reached underneath one of the Wrecker's legs, he almost lost his balance and grabbed the console behind him for support and shakily, fighting the flood, he stood up straight. Somehow, the computers remained bolted where they were and he entertained the notion briefly of hugging on for dear life and hoping that his lucky streak would continue, that the consoles would hold steadfast like the holoboard had. The smart, sensible option no doubt would be to do that. There was no telling where the river of coolant would take him or if the additional chemicals mixing into the coolant were mech friendly or could strip him down to spare parts.
But Psi was gone, taken by the raging currents to who knows where, the chances of finding him again could be next to nothing. He might have been a stranger and not an Autobot but he'd done nothing more than to try to help Wheeljack. The Wrecker could do no less. There really was no question about what he would do next.
"Always said I should swim more often," he quipped to himself.
The Wrecker released his grip, then threw himself forward into the river of coolant.
Here's to hoping he'd make it out alive.
He'd been frowning down at the screen and the warnings that had popped up while he was studying the area map. It didn't surprise him that the information could be out of date, given the damage Iacon had sustained. Honestly, if the map was correct, he'd consider it an outright miracle.
Then, a whisper in the air, the Wrecker's head unconsciously raising a little at the faint sound before he'd even processed the change in ambient noises-
Psi was gone within the smallest split between one moment and the next.
Wheeljack jerked around, optics wide at the sight of the torrent of coolant pouring from the ceiling. Fraggit, today was not his day. The Wrecker dwelled in his surprise for only the briefest second, then he was evaluating his situation.
An eddy of coolant surged and reached underneath one of the Wrecker's legs, he almost lost his balance and grabbed the console behind him for support and shakily, fighting the flood, he stood up straight. Somehow, the computers remained bolted where they were and he entertained the notion briefly of hugging on for dear life and hoping that his lucky streak would continue, that the consoles would hold steadfast like the holoboard had. The smart, sensible option no doubt would be to do that. There was no telling where the river of coolant would take him or if the additional chemicals mixing into the coolant were mech friendly or could strip him down to spare parts.
But Psi was gone, taken by the raging currents to who knows where, the chances of finding him again could be next to nothing. He might have been a stranger and not an Autobot but he'd done nothing more than to try to help Wheeljack. The Wrecker could do no less. There really was no question about what he would do next.
"Always said I should swim more often," he quipped to himself.
The Wrecker released his grip, then threw himself forward into the river of coolant.
Here's to hoping he'd make it out alive.