[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Arizona Touchdown
Apr 13, 2020 12:45:15 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2020 12:45:15 GMT -5
Episode 3 - Week 2 - Day 3
Earth
11:17 AM PST
Somewhere over South America
Oversquare was making good time and the trajectory coordinates were guiding her to the state known as "Arizona" in the Southwestern United States.
Igniting a quick boost with her thought processor, her peds responded automatically and she zipped up slightly to avoid colliding with an avian species.
The geography transitioned from grids of foliage and lush forests to mountains and temple-type structures scattered across the upper and mid-peninsula. She wondered if these structures contained recordings of the population.
The Signal telemetry indicated that the femme-mech was rapidly closing on the geographical origin.
With a final adjustment to her heading and crossing over what was designated on the maps she had downloaded as borderlands, the topography changed over to mostly flat desert. She darted downward, arm servos flat to her side plating and her body riding the air stream like a black metallic bullet.
Her internal tracker programs indictated the airspace was clear of Cybertronian and more importantly, human flight conveyances; it wouldn't due for Oversquare to be reported as a UFO.
Pulling back out of the dive, her peds came forward and slowed her descent. With a puff of sandy ground, she did a three point landing.
Not bad for an old broad.
With a flourish, Oversquare stood and put on her tarp covering and then cocked a hip, gray right handed digits fingering the thigh mount plasma slinger she sported.
She murmured to herself, "This would likely be the part where the tall human male wearing the poncho comes into town and the stringy music score starts to pla--"
A tinkle of sound interrupted the monologue and the slinger cleared its holster and belched out a shot which blew a hole clear through...the rusted out door of that old automobile.
"Oh, nice goin', 'Square. That door clearly won't be threatenin' the townsfolk now --", she placed the plasma gun back in the holster with a click, "-- get a grip why dont'cha."
She surveyed the metallic pile of discarded parts she had honed in on; a dilapidated building showed that there had once been a service business and food station located here.
Her sharp gaze fell to a discarded vehicle, also left to rot but the construction suggested a later build. A grin spread across the Cybertronians metal features and her orange optics sparked with intent.
"Well now. This will work out quite nicely for a transformation scan..."
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Earth
11:17 AM PST
Somewhere over South America
Oversquare was making good time and the trajectory coordinates were guiding her to the state known as "Arizona" in the Southwestern United States.
Igniting a quick boost with her thought processor, her peds responded automatically and she zipped up slightly to avoid colliding with an avian species.
The geography transitioned from grids of foliage and lush forests to mountains and temple-type structures scattered across the upper and mid-peninsula. She wondered if these structures contained recordings of the population.
The Signal telemetry indicated that the femme-mech was rapidly closing on the geographical origin.
With a final adjustment to her heading and crossing over what was designated on the maps she had downloaded as borderlands, the topography changed over to mostly flat desert. She darted downward, arm servos flat to her side plating and her body riding the air stream like a black metallic bullet.
Her internal tracker programs indictated the airspace was clear of Cybertronian and more importantly, human flight conveyances; it wouldn't due for Oversquare to be reported as a UFO.
Pulling back out of the dive, her peds came forward and slowed her descent. With a puff of sandy ground, she did a three point landing.
Not bad for an old broad.
With a flourish, Oversquare stood and put on her tarp covering and then cocked a hip, gray right handed digits fingering the thigh mount plasma slinger she sported.
She murmured to herself, "This would likely be the part where the tall human male wearing the poncho comes into town and the stringy music score starts to pla--"
A tinkle of sound interrupted the monologue and the slinger cleared its holster and belched out a shot which blew a hole clear through...the rusted out door of that old automobile.
"Oh, nice goin', 'Square. That door clearly won't be threatenin' the townsfolk now --", she placed the plasma gun back in the holster with a click, "-- get a grip why dont'cha."
She surveyed the metallic pile of discarded parts she had honed in on; a dilapidated building showed that there had once been a service business and food station located here.
Her sharp gaze fell to a discarded vehicle, also left to rot but the construction suggested a later build. A grin spread across the Cybertronians metal features and her orange optics sparked with intent.
"Well now. This will work out quite nicely for a transformation scan..."
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