[ti]Ep 2[/ti]Joining the Crew! [closed/Soundwave]
Apr 12, 2017 17:56:37 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2017 17:56:37 GMT -5
Episode 2 - Week 3 - Day 3
Somewhere in Arizona.
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There were many things that could go terribly wrong. But for once? It didn’t. The area seemed safe enough to take a break from the exhausting journey; a journey which had been way too long in his opinion. A journey that finally came to an end. The black mech found shelter at an abandoned factory, just lazily sitting inside of an old building, stretching his pedes as he vented in frustration. How many days had it been since his arrival? Two? Three? He never really thought about it, but it seemed like an eternity. The planet wasn’t as exciting as he first hoped. Lots of sand, dirt, rocks and endless roads to travel before something would catch his interest. Something like that old building he now had occupied. Scrubbing off the remains of dust which found its way into his armor he let out another frustrated huff. When this would be over? He certainly would need a shower to get that stuff out of his frame. At least the new ride he found cheered him up, slightly. A new look, a new disguise to keep a low profile. The mech tried his best to avoid any suspicious gazes from the locals. Not that it really helped, but the thought alone counted. After all, this planet was new to him, little information were gained as he picked up the coordinates from the abandoned Outpost. He was desperate and yearned for some kind of company, all this time since the defeat of his platoon he had been alone, searching for at least some kind of signal. The few pings he sent during his trip were left unnoticed. Maybe he had to be more reckless, but that´s the last thing he wanted, making mistakes and became vulnerable? That was definitely not an option.
At least the building complimented his mood, neglected and lost in the middle of nowhere. Overall, it appeared to be a barren wasteland of dead plants and torn down fences, which had originally surrounded the area and kept the rest of nature at its bay. Large cylindrical shaped silos towered over the landscape and old broken machinery rested at their front. And what once had been a populated area was now left and forgotten.
After a long time of staring at the ceiling, the Decepticon shifted against the buildings support to gain a more comfortable position. Bright red optics scanned the area, in hope to find something he had missed during his first scan. Nothing. Shifting again and tipping his helm with one servo, he sent out another ping, followed by a message. He opened his comm-line and spoke in a somewhat tired tone.
::This is Officer Blackframe, seeking out any nearby vessel or base of operation. I’m requiring immediate assistance. Do you copy?::
The message was short but straight to the point; he tried to change frequency, sending the message again. If the Decepticon hadn’t already been desperate and frustrated, he certainly would be now. The first thought of avoiding detection faded and all that was left was a mech tiredly sitting inside a deserted building. His servos slowly traced down his sides, gripping at the two sword hilts. At least he had his weapons still secured and at his disposal should something go wrong. For now, he waited. Hoping that the message would find its recipient…
Somewhere in Arizona.
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There were many things that could go terribly wrong. But for once? It didn’t. The area seemed safe enough to take a break from the exhausting journey; a journey which had been way too long in his opinion. A journey that finally came to an end. The black mech found shelter at an abandoned factory, just lazily sitting inside of an old building, stretching his pedes as he vented in frustration. How many days had it been since his arrival? Two? Three? He never really thought about it, but it seemed like an eternity. The planet wasn’t as exciting as he first hoped. Lots of sand, dirt, rocks and endless roads to travel before something would catch his interest. Something like that old building he now had occupied. Scrubbing off the remains of dust which found its way into his armor he let out another frustrated huff. When this would be over? He certainly would need a shower to get that stuff out of his frame. At least the new ride he found cheered him up, slightly. A new look, a new disguise to keep a low profile. The mech tried his best to avoid any suspicious gazes from the locals. Not that it really helped, but the thought alone counted. After all, this planet was new to him, little information were gained as he picked up the coordinates from the abandoned Outpost. He was desperate and yearned for some kind of company, all this time since the defeat of his platoon he had been alone, searching for at least some kind of signal. The few pings he sent during his trip were left unnoticed. Maybe he had to be more reckless, but that´s the last thing he wanted, making mistakes and became vulnerable? That was definitely not an option.
At least the building complimented his mood, neglected and lost in the middle of nowhere. Overall, it appeared to be a barren wasteland of dead plants and torn down fences, which had originally surrounded the area and kept the rest of nature at its bay. Large cylindrical shaped silos towered over the landscape and old broken machinery rested at their front. And what once had been a populated area was now left and forgotten.
After a long time of staring at the ceiling, the Decepticon shifted against the buildings support to gain a more comfortable position. Bright red optics scanned the area, in hope to find something he had missed during his first scan. Nothing. Shifting again and tipping his helm with one servo, he sent out another ping, followed by a message. He opened his comm-line and spoke in a somewhat tired tone.
::This is Officer Blackframe, seeking out any nearby vessel or base of operation. I’m requiring immediate assistance. Do you copy?::
The message was short but straight to the point; he tried to change frequency, sending the message again. If the Decepticon hadn’t already been desperate and frustrated, he certainly would be now. The first thought of avoiding detection faded and all that was left was a mech tiredly sitting inside a deserted building. His servos slowly traced down his sides, gripping at the two sword hilts. At least he had his weapons still secured and at his disposal should something go wrong. For now, he waited. Hoping that the message would find its recipient…