[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Internal Compass (Open)
May 17, 2020 13:01:57 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on May 17, 2020 13:01:57 GMT -5
Episode 3 - Week 2 - Day 3
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She was a former security guard. A veteran of the Cybertron war. An old digit-ped at countless mercenary jobs. Had been out and about in the known galaxies for decades, nay, for hundreds of years. Capable of stealth actions or completely squirreling out on an opponent and taking them down at the drop of a helm.
She was...lost. No, actually, worse then lost. That left turn at Alburquerque had been way off. Literally.
....maybe this truly was a mistake?
Where in the ever loving frak was she?!
Oversquare muttered under her audio baseline, casting various aspersions on the organic-parentage of the Human that had designed the initial layout of what the Autobots apparently claimed as headquarters. Mind you, it was a nicer aesthetic then that shiite the Decepticons, all right angles and jagged metallics, seemed to enjoy; it had nevery really been her thing.
She withdrew the data slate that she had been issued upon arrival and digits typed in a command, bringing up the map to Omega.
"Feckin' begorrah. How for the love of feckin' Primus did I end up in the feckin' supply wing?!"
Continuing to cuss out the universe in a low tone and more angry at herself for getting out of bounds in the first place, Oversquare re-oriented herself and started her way towards the Control Hub and the Security Office.
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After an indeterminate about of time, the older femme-mech found herself at the intended destination. Okay, let's do this. Squaring her shoulders, she waved at the entry sensor and cautiously poked her helm through the open doorway. Her optics lit on the 'Bot on duty.
"New arrival, Oversquare is my designation. I was advised to report to the chief of security?"
= = = =
She was a former security guard. A veteran of the Cybertron war. An old digit-ped at countless mercenary jobs. Had been out and about in the known galaxies for decades, nay, for hundreds of years. Capable of stealth actions or completely squirreling out on an opponent and taking them down at the drop of a helm.
She was...lost. No, actually, worse then lost. That left turn at Alburquerque had been way off. Literally.
....maybe this truly was a mistake?
Where in the ever loving frak was she?!
Oversquare muttered under her audio baseline, casting various aspersions on the organic-parentage of the Human that had designed the initial layout of what the Autobots apparently claimed as headquarters. Mind you, it was a nicer aesthetic then that shiite the Decepticons, all right angles and jagged metallics, seemed to enjoy; it had nevery really been her thing.
She withdrew the data slate that she had been issued upon arrival and digits typed in a command, bringing up the map to Omega.
"Feckin' begorrah. How for the love of feckin' Primus did I end up in the feckin' supply wing?!"
Continuing to cuss out the universe in a low tone and more angry at herself for getting out of bounds in the first place, Oversquare re-oriented herself and started her way towards the Control Hub and the Security Office.
= = = =
After an indeterminate about of time, the older femme-mech found herself at the intended destination. Okay, let's do this. Squaring her shoulders, she waved at the entry sensor and cautiously poked her helm through the open doorway. Her optics lit on the 'Bot on duty.
"New arrival, Oversquare is my designation. I was advised to report to the chief of security?"