[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]Nemesis: Journey to Recovery [Laserbeak/Reggie]
Feb 9, 2020 5:20:43 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2020 5:20:43 GMT -5
Episode 2.5 – Week 3 – Day 6
Location: Blackridge Hold/Control-Room –> The Felled Ship/Various Room(s)
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Blackridge was still a mess, over populated, crowded, unrefined. It was still in its early stage to become their main base, many had worked hard to try and make a living place out of it. A place that now, with the amount of Decepticons around, expanded at a rapid speed. The drilling continued, individuals hurried from one place to another, the main areas were carefully patched up to accommodate to their steady growing number.
Their ship on the other servo, was still resting at the bottom of the ocean, untouched and in a seemingly worse state than their current base. However, with unified strength and some actual teamwork it could soon become a possibility to raise the Nemesis once again, resurrect it from its current slumber and repair it to its former glory. Though, that, as wonderful as it sounded, contained a lot of work and preparation beforehand. It would certainly take some time before such an attempt could be even made.
But it was this thought what led Blackframe to this point, standing in front of the control room within Blackridge Hold, pausing momentarily to quickly check his arsenal of items and utility tools at his disposal again.
If he was to look in a mirror, Blackframe would perhaps pull a grimace on how stupidly packed he may look. His rather small stature, paired with his lean and lanky frame, was peppered with any sort of tools he found useful for this event; a thick, long rope was attached at his hips like a lasso. A crowbar squeezed between one of his scabbards and his door. A big watertight cylindrical container was then clipped to his back, containing a first aid-kit and some energon rations. His own multi pocket knives were safely stored within his forearms, and a data pad was held tightly in one servo close to his chassis... he was ready!
However, it had been two weeks of excessive and intense study sessions to even learn and gather everything needed for this sort of mission. The data and information provided to him had been greedily examined and saved for even later use. But despite all of this preparation, the unknown depth of the ocean was still a worrisome factor.
With a heavy ex-vent, the black and white mech strode forward then, entering the expansive room of their main area, the control room. His gaze lazily swiveled around the room in hope to spot the one mech he was bound to meet today. It was a meeting that had been agreed upon some time ago; even a two hour notice was send beforehand, allowing both parties to assemble their desired forces in order to allow a quick and swift departure.
Blackframe however, was in no hurry as he slowly walked up to the center of the room. He did not speak, nor made any other sound to announce his arrival. Instead, just openly nodded to himself as he then came to a stop, waiting until Soundwave would deem the time right to officially start the whole ordeal.
Location: Blackridge Hold/Control-Room –> The Felled Ship/Various Room(s)
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Blackridge was still a mess, over populated, crowded, unrefined. It was still in its early stage to become their main base, many had worked hard to try and make a living place out of it. A place that now, with the amount of Decepticons around, expanded at a rapid speed. The drilling continued, individuals hurried from one place to another, the main areas were carefully patched up to accommodate to their steady growing number.
Their ship on the other servo, was still resting at the bottom of the ocean, untouched and in a seemingly worse state than their current base. However, with unified strength and some actual teamwork it could soon become a possibility to raise the Nemesis once again, resurrect it from its current slumber and repair it to its former glory. Though, that, as wonderful as it sounded, contained a lot of work and preparation beforehand. It would certainly take some time before such an attempt could be even made.
But it was this thought what led Blackframe to this point, standing in front of the control room within Blackridge Hold, pausing momentarily to quickly check his arsenal of items and utility tools at his disposal again.
If he was to look in a mirror, Blackframe would perhaps pull a grimace on how stupidly packed he may look. His rather small stature, paired with his lean and lanky frame, was peppered with any sort of tools he found useful for this event; a thick, long rope was attached at his hips like a lasso. A crowbar squeezed between one of his scabbards and his door. A big watertight cylindrical container was then clipped to his back, containing a first aid-kit and some energon rations. His own multi pocket knives were safely stored within his forearms, and a data pad was held tightly in one servo close to his chassis... he was ready!
However, it had been two weeks of excessive and intense study sessions to even learn and gather everything needed for this sort of mission. The data and information provided to him had been greedily examined and saved for even later use. But despite all of this preparation, the unknown depth of the ocean was still a worrisome factor.
With a heavy ex-vent, the black and white mech strode forward then, entering the expansive room of their main area, the control room. His gaze lazily swiveled around the room in hope to spot the one mech he was bound to meet today. It was a meeting that had been agreed upon some time ago; even a two hour notice was send beforehand, allowing both parties to assemble their desired forces in order to allow a quick and swift departure.
Blackframe however, was in no hurry as he slowly walked up to the center of the room. He did not speak, nor made any other sound to announce his arrival. Instead, just openly nodded to himself as he then came to a stop, waiting until Soundwave would deem the time right to officially start the whole ordeal.