[ti]Ep 2[/ti]... and get back in action (closed)
Aug 12, 2016 6:56:11 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2016 6:56:11 GMT -5
Episode 2, Week 2, day 7
"Well, that was an interesting trip!" Hazmat said to himself as he walked down the hall towards the hanger of the ESS Comet, his large pedes making the typical deep sounding clunk, cluck, clunk that all Cybertronians his size were known for. He wasn't limping anymore and he wasn't getting anymore warning or error messages on his HUD, just an advisory to have his ankle examined, which he planned to do if the medic at the Omaga base was unavailable to attend to him. It wouldn't bother Hazmat if the medic wasn't able to see him, the custodian could work on himself and patch up others to the they would be stable enough to wait for the medic to be available. However having a professional work on him would be preferable since they could analyze his damaged limb from a different angle... that and a professional would have more options then himself. His HUD was also giving him a readout of the equipment he was carrying in his subspace and those stored in his leg compartments. Now that he had the time to do so Hazmat had sorted the equipment better to the point that he was capable of storing it all within his subspace and compartments so his servos were free now.
Still though Hazmat couldn't really bring his audio pickups; The Autobots were still resisting the Decepticons on another planet called Earth! It almost seemed impossible to the old mech on multiple levels. The Arc had made it out of Cybertron's orbit and arrived at another planet that was rich with Energon!! That was only one of the impossibilities though. Another one was that the Decepticons were there as well a where ever there were Autobots and 'Cons, there was warfare. The thought of it made Hazmat's spark slow it's pulses. The great war had annihilated their entire planet, and now another planet hung in the balance. The 'Cons and the 'Bots were both determined to be the victor, but if neither of them could get the upper hand and win the war once and for all then this planet Earth he was heading to would end up being the next planet destroyed. Hazmat had been sparked in the prime of the golden age and experienced it drop into the caste era, he then watched it decay into the great war where Hazmat watched allies, enemies, friends, rivals, and bystanders all die for the ambitions of a war monger while the last prime fought desperately to stop him. The mech felt Cybertron die and lived on its dead surface for what felt like a light-cycle. And yet here he was, about participate in that all over again. Something was gonna have to give, someone was going to have to yield, or the destruction of another world would happen, to an innocent one this time. Despite knowing all this Hazmat was going to go continue the fight the Decepticons to stop them. What vexed the mech so much was that he was willingly becoming part of the problem despite knowing the fact that his actions could cause the destruction of this Earth... And he was fine with it??? Had he gone crazy during his isolation on Cybertron or had he become a killing machine that would only be satisfied by the sparks of other Cybertronians? The only person he could talk to about this was his old friend the priest Altruous, but as far as Hazmat knew the old mech was dead too. The same could be said of Shale, the one femme that was worthy of having his spark. He wouldn't be alone much longer but still, there was no replacing a mentor and friend that are both beloved.
A glance at the chronometer on his HUD told Hazmat the Comet was going to be in position for him to contact the Autobots on Earth. Closing the protective shutters over his optics, so it seemed as though he had a yellow visor instead of a pair of optics, he focused his systems on scanning for a secure Autobot signal for him to communicate with them. Kamal had told him where to look for it and on what frequency to scan for it but he still had a little trouble. When he did find the signal it wouldn't allow him to access it unless he gave it his identification codes. Whom ever got this would know who he was and his whole history... Including his time with the Decepticons at the very beginning of the war before he switched to the Autobots later on. Oh well, those were the breaks. He was gonna have to tell them eventually, so might as well spill the lug nuts now. One ID code signal later and Hazmat had a connection to the 'Bot base.
::Attention, this is Hazmat, commanding officer of the mobile artillery unit 5567 Zeta. Do you read me Omega base?::
OOC: sorry for so short!
"Well, that was an interesting trip!" Hazmat said to himself as he walked down the hall towards the hanger of the ESS Comet, his large pedes making the typical deep sounding clunk, cluck, clunk that all Cybertronians his size were known for. He wasn't limping anymore and he wasn't getting anymore warning or error messages on his HUD, just an advisory to have his ankle examined, which he planned to do if the medic at the Omaga base was unavailable to attend to him. It wouldn't bother Hazmat if the medic wasn't able to see him, the custodian could work on himself and patch up others to the they would be stable enough to wait for the medic to be available. However having a professional work on him would be preferable since they could analyze his damaged limb from a different angle... that and a professional would have more options then himself. His HUD was also giving him a readout of the equipment he was carrying in his subspace and those stored in his leg compartments. Now that he had the time to do so Hazmat had sorted the equipment better to the point that he was capable of storing it all within his subspace and compartments so his servos were free now.
Still though Hazmat couldn't really bring his audio pickups; The Autobots were still resisting the Decepticons on another planet called Earth! It almost seemed impossible to the old mech on multiple levels. The Arc had made it out of Cybertron's orbit and arrived at another planet that was rich with Energon!! That was only one of the impossibilities though. Another one was that the Decepticons were there as well a where ever there were Autobots and 'Cons, there was warfare. The thought of it made Hazmat's spark slow it's pulses. The great war had annihilated their entire planet, and now another planet hung in the balance. The 'Cons and the 'Bots were both determined to be the victor, but if neither of them could get the upper hand and win the war once and for all then this planet Earth he was heading to would end up being the next planet destroyed. Hazmat had been sparked in the prime of the golden age and experienced it drop into the caste era, he then watched it decay into the great war where Hazmat watched allies, enemies, friends, rivals, and bystanders all die for the ambitions of a war monger while the last prime fought desperately to stop him. The mech felt Cybertron die and lived on its dead surface for what felt like a light-cycle. And yet here he was, about participate in that all over again. Something was gonna have to give, someone was going to have to yield, or the destruction of another world would happen, to an innocent one this time. Despite knowing all this Hazmat was going to go continue the fight the Decepticons to stop them. What vexed the mech so much was that he was willingly becoming part of the problem despite knowing the fact that his actions could cause the destruction of this Earth... And he was fine with it??? Had he gone crazy during his isolation on Cybertron or had he become a killing machine that would only be satisfied by the sparks of other Cybertronians? The only person he could talk to about this was his old friend the priest Altruous, but as far as Hazmat knew the old mech was dead too. The same could be said of Shale, the one femme that was worthy of having his spark. He wouldn't be alone much longer but still, there was no replacing a mentor and friend that are both beloved.
A glance at the chronometer on his HUD told Hazmat the Comet was going to be in position for him to contact the Autobots on Earth. Closing the protective shutters over his optics, so it seemed as though he had a yellow visor instead of a pair of optics, he focused his systems on scanning for a secure Autobot signal for him to communicate with them. Kamal had told him where to look for it and on what frequency to scan for it but he still had a little trouble. When he did find the signal it wouldn't allow him to access it unless he gave it his identification codes. Whom ever got this would know who he was and his whole history... Including his time with the Decepticons at the very beginning of the war before he switched to the Autobots later on. Oh well, those were the breaks. He was gonna have to tell them eventually, so might as well spill the lug nuts now. One ID code signal later and Hazmat had a connection to the 'Bot base.
::Attention, this is Hazmat, commanding officer of the mobile artillery unit 5567 Zeta. Do you read me Omega base?::
OOC: sorry for so short!