[ti]Flashback[/ti]Recon - Pt. 1
Jul 29, 2018 19:26:10 GMT -5
Post by Javelin on Jul 29, 2018 19:26:10 GMT -5
She crouched.
Around her, the foliage rustled in the wind, making a soft chiming sound. The blue and green plants that filled the forests of the upper most part of the planet were ancient and thick, making it difficult to move through. In the low light of two half moons, she moved.
Javelin hugged the ground as she crawled. Before her the ground rose into a hill, the ground beneath her knees and hands mossy and damp. It made her going slow, but silent. If she could get to the top, it would give her a good view of the valley below.
Getting intel on this area had been hard. The inhabitants of Turalon 4 were a quiet bunch. Their bodies were somewhat bipedal in shape, but they had four legs and arms. They looked similar to a species on a much different planet far, far away in another galaxy known as water bears, only larger, and with a fine coat of fur. Faces were flat with three eyes in a triangular arrangement, the upper one able to see into the infrared spectrum.
Javelin had been sent to this planet quite a while ago, and she had spent a great part of it hiding in the forests, spying on the top sentient species, learning their language, their body language, and anything else she had been able to observe.
Eventually, feeling ready, she adjusted her holoform, and moved into one of the large cities.
There she blended in as much as possible, appearing as nothing more than a traveller visiting the city, shopping or doing any other mundane, ordinary thing.
And listened.
Javelin had been taught that no matter the species, no matter the gender, no matter the language or planet….people gossiped. They talked about anything different, anything out of the ordinary. It gave interest to their lives, and the inhabitants of Turalon 4 were no different.
It had only taken three days of visiting the gathering places in the large city before she began to hear rumors of newcomers. Aliens that were setting up a base out in the forests, looking for bright blue crystals. Aliens that would buy information from people from time to time, and pay them with brightly colored trinkets or even real money.
Aliens made of metal, that could turn into other things by folding their bodies into strange shapes.
Javelin asked no questions. To do so would turn their attention to her. They might see she was moving slightly different, or she was talking strangely. Maybe she was sitting where she shouldn’t be sitting. Wearing something she shouldn’t be wearing. She had found that if she waited long enough, someone would always ask the very questions she herself wanted to ask.
Returning to her small cave where she had been living the last few Orns, and now, dissapating her holoform, Javelin prepared to move out, and waited for night.
Now, here, she moved forward.
This was what she had been trained for. Originally an energon scout, she kept the ability to sense it, but the war had trained her for other things. And her past of crawling through old ruins of Cybertron made her a good fit for a terrestial recon unit.
She was smallish, compared to others of her kind, and didn’t have a whole lot of kibble to stick out. Rebuilt in places to move quietly, Javelin had the pistons in her legs and peds silenced. Her joints moved smoothly, and while not absolutely silent, she could be quiet when she needed to. Her dark coloring helped her blend into dark areas, and she could dampen her biolights when needed to a faint glow.
One more minute, and one more, and finally, she crested the hill on her chest, and peered down into the valley.
As expected, the Decepticons did not disappoint.
Many of the ancient trees had been cleared out, revealing a large opening. There bunkers were being built, radar arrays spinning on the roof, searching for anything flying overhead. The building was grey, squat and ugly, built entirely for utility and nothing else. Here and there were signs the ancient trees that had been felled were being used for other purposes - a fire was burning to provide light where bright, piercing lights were too revealing. Stumps were being used as stools for the few Decepticons she could see milling about.
In a few carts, she could make out the soft, low glow of what appeared to be an energon mining operation.
Bingo.
Around her, the foliage rustled in the wind, making a soft chiming sound. The blue and green plants that filled the forests of the upper most part of the planet were ancient and thick, making it difficult to move through. In the low light of two half moons, she moved.
Javelin hugged the ground as she crawled. Before her the ground rose into a hill, the ground beneath her knees and hands mossy and damp. It made her going slow, but silent. If she could get to the top, it would give her a good view of the valley below.
Getting intel on this area had been hard. The inhabitants of Turalon 4 were a quiet bunch. Their bodies were somewhat bipedal in shape, but they had four legs and arms. They looked similar to a species on a much different planet far, far away in another galaxy known as water bears, only larger, and with a fine coat of fur. Faces were flat with three eyes in a triangular arrangement, the upper one able to see into the infrared spectrum.
Javelin had been sent to this planet quite a while ago, and she had spent a great part of it hiding in the forests, spying on the top sentient species, learning their language, their body language, and anything else she had been able to observe.
Eventually, feeling ready, she adjusted her holoform, and moved into one of the large cities.
There she blended in as much as possible, appearing as nothing more than a traveller visiting the city, shopping or doing any other mundane, ordinary thing.
And listened.
Javelin had been taught that no matter the species, no matter the gender, no matter the language or planet….people gossiped. They talked about anything different, anything out of the ordinary. It gave interest to their lives, and the inhabitants of Turalon 4 were no different.
It had only taken three days of visiting the gathering places in the large city before she began to hear rumors of newcomers. Aliens that were setting up a base out in the forests, looking for bright blue crystals. Aliens that would buy information from people from time to time, and pay them with brightly colored trinkets or even real money.
Aliens made of metal, that could turn into other things by folding their bodies into strange shapes.
Javelin asked no questions. To do so would turn their attention to her. They might see she was moving slightly different, or she was talking strangely. Maybe she was sitting where she shouldn’t be sitting. Wearing something she shouldn’t be wearing. She had found that if she waited long enough, someone would always ask the very questions she herself wanted to ask.
Returning to her small cave where she had been living the last few Orns, and now, dissapating her holoform, Javelin prepared to move out, and waited for night.
Now, here, she moved forward.
This was what she had been trained for. Originally an energon scout, she kept the ability to sense it, but the war had trained her for other things. And her past of crawling through old ruins of Cybertron made her a good fit for a terrestial recon unit.
She was smallish, compared to others of her kind, and didn’t have a whole lot of kibble to stick out. Rebuilt in places to move quietly, Javelin had the pistons in her legs and peds silenced. Her joints moved smoothly, and while not absolutely silent, she could be quiet when she needed to. Her dark coloring helped her blend into dark areas, and she could dampen her biolights when needed to a faint glow.
One more minute, and one more, and finally, she crested the hill on her chest, and peered down into the valley.
As expected, the Decepticons did not disappoint.
Many of the ancient trees had been cleared out, revealing a large opening. There bunkers were being built, radar arrays spinning on the roof, searching for anything flying overhead. The building was grey, squat and ugly, built entirely for utility and nothing else. Here and there were signs the ancient trees that had been felled were being used for other purposes - a fire was burning to provide light where bright, piercing lights were too revealing. Stumps were being used as stools for the few Decepticons she could see milling about.
In a few carts, she could make out the soft, low glow of what appeared to be an energon mining operation.
Bingo.