[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Out of bounds (Thundercracker, Backwater, Flamesnort)
Oct 18, 2020 21:42:02 GMT -5
Post by Starkrieger on Oct 18, 2020 21:42:02 GMT -5
Week 3 | Day 2 - AM
Punctuality was a virtue. Typically, Starkrieger would strive to be somewhere exactly when he was expected to show up, neither keeping other parties waiting, nor wasting time idling at a rendezvous point. That he was already at the exit was a direct result of the thrill that he would be flying. Okay, so it was a patrol flight, which meant business, no goofing off. Certainly no taking on dangerous passes for the sheer joy of it, and he doubted a storm would just so happen to blow in to liven up standard routine. Still, he needed to stretch his wings. His EM was buzzing with pent up energy, like some overeager rookie, and yet the lack of overt excitement and nerve contradicted that. After all, Krieg was engaging in precisely what he'd been designed to do, and was experienced.
He let his processor wander, along with his gaze, whenever another Con passed by. Maybe an Autobot would turn up. He hadn't pursued a flier since his last post. His high primary wings, moments prior nearly vibrating, slipped down toward his backstrut, at the morbid shift in his thought. Thankfully it was brief, as his attention shifted towards the sound of falling steps.
Was that him? He looked familiar. Turning to face the other mech, his field slowly retracted as his optics narrowed in thought, emotion giving way to a memory search. So much so, it stalled his usual habit of assessing fliers on sight. What was the designation of the guy he was supposed to be pairing up with? Had it even been provided, or was he imagining it, now that it was important?
"You must be the mech I'm patrolling with." He started smoothly, German accent accentuated by the easy warm tone he used. He finally fell into habit, looking over the mech before him. A sturdy build, he probably would have the advantage servo-to-servo. No obvious missiles, perhaps restricted to his alt mode? It was tempting to want to circle, to get a better look at him, but he teammates didn't always appreciate this sort of thing.
"Starkrieger, Krieg if you prefer." It was polite, and there was a chance he would feel inclined to return the gesture.
Punctuality was a virtue. Typically, Starkrieger would strive to be somewhere exactly when he was expected to show up, neither keeping other parties waiting, nor wasting time idling at a rendezvous point. That he was already at the exit was a direct result of the thrill that he would be flying. Okay, so it was a patrol flight, which meant business, no goofing off. Certainly no taking on dangerous passes for the sheer joy of it, and he doubted a storm would just so happen to blow in to liven up standard routine. Still, he needed to stretch his wings. His EM was buzzing with pent up energy, like some overeager rookie, and yet the lack of overt excitement and nerve contradicted that. After all, Krieg was engaging in precisely what he'd been designed to do, and was experienced.
He let his processor wander, along with his gaze, whenever another Con passed by. Maybe an Autobot would turn up. He hadn't pursued a flier since his last post. His high primary wings, moments prior nearly vibrating, slipped down toward his backstrut, at the morbid shift in his thought. Thankfully it was brief, as his attention shifted towards the sound of falling steps.
Was that him? He looked familiar. Turning to face the other mech, his field slowly retracted as his optics narrowed in thought, emotion giving way to a memory search. So much so, it stalled his usual habit of assessing fliers on sight. What was the designation of the guy he was supposed to be pairing up with? Had it even been provided, or was he imagining it, now that it was important?
"You must be the mech I'm patrolling with." He started smoothly, German accent accentuated by the easy warm tone he used. He finally fell into habit, looking over the mech before him. A sturdy build, he probably would have the advantage servo-to-servo. No obvious missiles, perhaps restricted to his alt mode? It was tempting to want to circle, to get a better look at him, but he teammates didn't always appreciate this sort of thing.
"Starkrieger, Krieg if you prefer." It was polite, and there was a chance he would feel inclined to return the gesture.