[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Coming On Watch (Open)
May 7, 2020 11:59:12 GMT -5
Post by Prowl on May 7, 2020 11:59:12 GMT -5
Week One, Day One
It was time.
Six years had gone by since he heard the transmission, and now he was in Earth’s orbit. The former law enforcer was unusually nervous. He checked his paint job for what must be the tenth million time since he’d had it cleaned up after calling Kamal, once again seeing it was cleaned up and looking somewhat presentable. It wasn't what he would call a parade ground finish or anything, but it made him feel somewhat better about himself.
As the ground bridge vortex opened up in front of him, he almost hesitated. He’d never been all that social back on Cybertron, she’d been the extrovert. He could almost hear her chuckling as he took a step forward then turned, looking the Ferryman in the optics.
“Thank you, Kamal. And…good luck…”
He turned without waiting for a reply and stepped through the green vortex towards what would be his new home.
As walked, his posture straightened up visibly, his head held high with a pride he had not honestly felt in over a million years. He was here now, and that's all that mattered. For her sake, he'd put up the act. His face became impassive, neutral, as he stepped through the portal and onto this new alien world.
As he entered the control room, his eyes began to wander around for a moment. Rock walls…must be underground...there seemed to be steps and walkways but not for Cybertronian sized individuals…unless one was a minicon…possibly for the native lifeforms, and a large computer display set for Cybertronian sizes but not of Cybertronian origin as far as he could tell…seems like they were operating back during the final days of the war.
Well, he’d done more with less.
As he stepped across the Autobot insigna on the floor, his searching optics met with the bot he’d been hoping to see this whole time. The big mech hadn’t appeared to change that much, other than what appeared to be a new alternate mode from what he could tell. New information to ask about, which was good because he was never really a conversationalist. She'd always took that responsibility for the two of them...
With that, he snapped to attention in front of the mech, eyes front and hand coming up in a salute.
“Sir, Prowl reporting for duty.”
It was time.
Six years had gone by since he heard the transmission, and now he was in Earth’s orbit. The former law enforcer was unusually nervous. He checked his paint job for what must be the tenth million time since he’d had it cleaned up after calling Kamal, once again seeing it was cleaned up and looking somewhat presentable. It wasn't what he would call a parade ground finish or anything, but it made him feel somewhat better about himself.
As the ground bridge vortex opened up in front of him, he almost hesitated. He’d never been all that social back on Cybertron, she’d been the extrovert. He could almost hear her chuckling as he took a step forward then turned, looking the Ferryman in the optics.
“Thank you, Kamal. And…good luck…”
He turned without waiting for a reply and stepped through the green vortex towards what would be his new home.
As walked, his posture straightened up visibly, his head held high with a pride he had not honestly felt in over a million years. He was here now, and that's all that mattered. For her sake, he'd put up the act. His face became impassive, neutral, as he stepped through the portal and onto this new alien world.
As he entered the control room, his eyes began to wander around for a moment. Rock walls…must be underground...there seemed to be steps and walkways but not for Cybertronian sized individuals…unless one was a minicon…possibly for the native lifeforms, and a large computer display set for Cybertronian sizes but not of Cybertronian origin as far as he could tell…seems like they were operating back during the final days of the war.
Well, he’d done more with less.
As he stepped across the Autobot insigna on the floor, his searching optics met with the bot he’d been hoping to see this whole time. The big mech hadn’t appeared to change that much, other than what appeared to be a new alternate mode from what he could tell. New information to ask about, which was good because he was never really a conversationalist. She'd always took that responsibility for the two of them...
With that, he snapped to attention in front of the mech, eyes front and hand coming up in a salute.
“Sir, Prowl reporting for duty.”