[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]Sticks and Stones [Whirl, Mitch, Scream, Soundwave, Closed]
May 17, 2018 18:19:33 GMT -5
Post by Windshield on May 17, 2018 18:19:33 GMT -5
Episode 2.5 / Week 2 / Day 7
It was hot today. Of course, it was always hot. Well, hot, and dry. Probably not even the best human poets could come up with a better description of this infernal, arid canyon somewhere in Nevada. Alright, maybe they could, but they wouldn't bother. It was an insignificant place and nothing to write a home about. If humans didn't like this place, imagine how the average Cybertronian might rate it. Not with five stars, that's for sure.
So, why would anybody come here, then? There were two reasons, actually. Sightseeing was one. Though, this certainly wasn't the reason any bot would come. It wasn't even a reason for humans to come. In fact, it was more like a "possibility" rather than an actual reason. But the other option was way more interesting. A faint life signal suddenly popped into being somewhere in the canyon. How, why, and when? These are good questions. However, none of them had answers the Decepticons or the Autobots would know.
Who on Earth did know them? Probably nobody. But under it? Windshield knew. He was a Decepticon, lost to the ages, missing in action, and gone for quite a while. Now he remained in stasis under a huge pile of rubble in a stray piece of junk from the Autobot Ark. He was suspended in stasis to conserve Energon. If he was conscious, he would probably have a humorous quip or two in regards to his current situation. Either that or he would suffer a spark-attack caused by panic. Maybe the latter... Probably... Most likely... Alright, certainly. He would certainly suffer a spark-attack.
Right about now, it would be quite amazing if somebody tracked down his location. Even more amazing would be if somebody bothered to rescue him. But Windshield knew most Decepticons didn't play this nice. Everybody knew most Decepticons didn't play this nice. And the team that did play this nice were the Autobots. Which was, as luck would have it, not the team Windshield's been fighting for the last couple of millennia.
Either way, Windshield needed help, and he couldn't scream, he couldn't even think. Luckily and unbeknownst to him, his fate was in the hands of Cybertron's finest... fine-ish.
It was hot today. Of course, it was always hot. Well, hot, and dry. Probably not even the best human poets could come up with a better description of this infernal, arid canyon somewhere in Nevada. Alright, maybe they could, but they wouldn't bother. It was an insignificant place and nothing to write a home about. If humans didn't like this place, imagine how the average Cybertronian might rate it. Not with five stars, that's for sure.
So, why would anybody come here, then? There were two reasons, actually. Sightseeing was one. Though, this certainly wasn't the reason any bot would come. It wasn't even a reason for humans to come. In fact, it was more like a "possibility" rather than an actual reason. But the other option was way more interesting. A faint life signal suddenly popped into being somewhere in the canyon. How, why, and when? These are good questions. However, none of them had answers the Decepticons or the Autobots would know.
Who on Earth did know them? Probably nobody. But under it? Windshield knew. He was a Decepticon, lost to the ages, missing in action, and gone for quite a while. Now he remained in stasis under a huge pile of rubble in a stray piece of junk from the Autobot Ark. He was suspended in stasis to conserve Energon. If he was conscious, he would probably have a humorous quip or two in regards to his current situation. Either that or he would suffer a spark-attack caused by panic. Maybe the latter... Probably... Most likely... Alright, certainly. He would certainly suffer a spark-attack.
Right about now, it would be quite amazing if somebody tracked down his location. Even more amazing would be if somebody bothered to rescue him. But Windshield knew most Decepticons didn't play this nice. Everybody knew most Decepticons didn't play this nice. And the team that did play this nice were the Autobots. Which was, as luck would have it, not the team Windshield's been fighting for the last couple of millennia.
Either way, Windshield needed help, and he couldn't scream, he couldn't even think. Luckily and unbeknownst to him, his fate was in the hands of Cybertron's finest... fine-ish.