Ep0 - Chernobyl - 'Dead Ground' - Closed
Jan 26, 2012 12:54:24 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2012 12:54:24 GMT -5
Megatron had flown a wide perimeter of the site before landing in the Red Forset. his heavy pedes splintering the radiation-decayed bracken that had fallen from the dead pines. He could feel the light trace of radiation permeating up from the ground, and smiled at the abandoned grey buildings as he emerged from the woodland.
It was a curious place - evacuated by the humans in such haste that their primitive artifacts were strewn in the streets. The massive Decepticon followed the main roads through the town, enjoying the deathly silence, feeling it fitting as the quiet before the storm of Optimus Prime's last stand.
::Fairwinds, are you in position?::
::Yes, Master. Got some really neat cloud cover going on. Figured out how to get the cloaking shields to charge and manipulate the condensation nuclei to converge on me, so now I'm just this cloud minding its own business, until bang! Prime goo everywhere... Or, um, dried Prime dust... Death. I'm a cloud of death.::
Despite himself, and because the barren and sparkless landscape favoured it, Megatron smiled at the cassette's dark chatter. For all her years she should have matured by now, but she seemed insistent on maintaining her sparkling-like attitude and persona until deactivation. A small part of the warlord acknowledged that it was motivated primarily by a want to please him, to patch an old wound as best she could. Never spoken aloud, of course, but privately it was the most valued part of Fairwinds to him.
::Very good, Fairwinds. Lower your EM cloak so that Optimus's scanners can detect you, but otherwise remain in hiding until you receive my direct order to fire. Do not interfere otherwise.::
::Understood, Master. I'll just wait and enjoy the show.::
It was a curious place - evacuated by the humans in such haste that their primitive artifacts were strewn in the streets. The massive Decepticon followed the main roads through the town, enjoying the deathly silence, feeling it fitting as the quiet before the storm of Optimus Prime's last stand.
::Fairwinds, are you in position?::
::Yes, Master. Got some really neat cloud cover going on. Figured out how to get the cloaking shields to charge and manipulate the condensation nuclei to converge on me, so now I'm just this cloud minding its own business, until bang! Prime goo everywhere... Or, um, dried Prime dust... Death. I'm a cloud of death.::
Despite himself, and because the barren and sparkless landscape favoured it, Megatron smiled at the cassette's dark chatter. For all her years she should have matured by now, but she seemed insistent on maintaining her sparkling-like attitude and persona until deactivation. A small part of the warlord acknowledged that it was motivated primarily by a want to please him, to patch an old wound as best she could. Never spoken aloud, of course, but privately it was the most valued part of Fairwinds to him.
::Very good, Fairwinds. Lower your EM cloak so that Optimus's scanners can detect you, but otherwise remain in hiding until you receive my direct order to fire. Do not interfere otherwise.::
::Understood, Master. I'll just wait and enjoy the show.::