[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Wakey wakey, rise and shine... (Bladewing/Knockout)
Nov 22, 2019 13:29:57 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2019 13:29:57 GMT -5
Week 1, Day 1
Bladewing knew they were screwed the second the promising looking wrack came to life and opened fire. Taken by surprise the seeker took a hit to his left wing. His cry of pain was lost to vacuum of space, while he dodged another volley of plasma fire. A bounty hunter, great.
He’d tried to lose his pursuer between the wreaks, but every time he thought he’d succeeded he turned a corner just to find himself right in front that damn shuttle. He’d already taken some damage, and he knew that it was only a matter of time before he ran out energon, air, or luck. So a bolder plan was needed.
Bladewing powered up his thrusters to their maximum and made a run for the three broken space bridges. Rumors said that the surrounding space was cursed because people tended to disappear around them. Of course, it wasn’t Unicron or his disciples hunting for sparks, like some people believed. It was the space bridges getting charged up randomly by solar winds and releasing said charge in form of unstable space-time-vortexes. And right now there was a solar storm raging around cybertron. With his chronon sensors he could avoid the vortexes easily enough and hopefully lose the bounty hunter.
To his dismay his pursuer wasn’t the superstitious type and didn’t slow down. That wasn’t good. That was in fact really, really bad, because now, injured and without any cower, it was just a question of moments before the other would go for an incapacitating or fatal shot — depending on what he got paid for. There was only one option left. He gave Blue a small warning before flying into the vortex that was just opening right in front of him. That was a stupid idea. He felt fairly sure of that, when he fell through the vortex, all his sensors going haywire and then everything going black.
Eons passed as Bladewing was covert up by sand and dirt lying in stasis lock. The desert kept the seeker hidden from the civilization developing on the world he'd stranded on.
Being in stasis lock all his systems had powered down to their absolute minimum that was needed to keep him alive. But even in this energy conserving state his energon levels had dropped critically low by now. It activated some automatic distress beacon, a half forgotten leftover from his time in the Air Command. It would alert those in it's range that a lieutenant of the Air Command of Vos was dire need of medical attention.
Bladewing knew they were screwed the second the promising looking wrack came to life and opened fire. Taken by surprise the seeker took a hit to his left wing. His cry of pain was lost to vacuum of space, while he dodged another volley of plasma fire. A bounty hunter, great.
He’d tried to lose his pursuer between the wreaks, but every time he thought he’d succeeded he turned a corner just to find himself right in front that damn shuttle. He’d already taken some damage, and he knew that it was only a matter of time before he ran out energon, air, or luck. So a bolder plan was needed.
Bladewing powered up his thrusters to their maximum and made a run for the three broken space bridges. Rumors said that the surrounding space was cursed because people tended to disappear around them. Of course, it wasn’t Unicron or his disciples hunting for sparks, like some people believed. It was the space bridges getting charged up randomly by solar winds and releasing said charge in form of unstable space-time-vortexes. And right now there was a solar storm raging around cybertron. With his chronon sensors he could avoid the vortexes easily enough and hopefully lose the bounty hunter.
To his dismay his pursuer wasn’t the superstitious type and didn’t slow down. That wasn’t good. That was in fact really, really bad, because now, injured and without any cower, it was just a question of moments before the other would go for an incapacitating or fatal shot — depending on what he got paid for. There was only one option left. He gave Blue a small warning before flying into the vortex that was just opening right in front of him. That was a stupid idea. He felt fairly sure of that, when he fell through the vortex, all his sensors going haywire and then everything going black.
Eons passed as Bladewing was covert up by sand and dirt lying in stasis lock. The desert kept the seeker hidden from the civilization developing on the world he'd stranded on.
Being in stasis lock all his systems had powered down to their absolute minimum that was needed to keep him alive. But even in this energy conserving state his energon levels had dropped critically low by now. It activated some automatic distress beacon, a half forgotten leftover from his time in the Air Command. It would alert those in it's range that a lieutenant of the Air Command of Vos was dire need of medical attention.