[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Searching for a Foundation (open with permission)
Feb 11, 2021 16:42:17 GMT -5
Post by Ratchet on Feb 11, 2021 16:42:17 GMT -5
(Occurs directly after Format)
(Week 2, day 2)
He felt lost.
Mere seconds ago, he had still been under attack. Running, trying to hide from those that had attacked him. The open ground, open sky overhead, strange foliage and roads....all had been unnerving. Now he found himself standing inside some sort of room, empty save for three individuals.
When he had followed the bright yellow individual through the glowing blue portal, Ratchet hadn’t really known just what to expect. He was still feeling hyped up, under attack. Those unknown individuals who, for some reason, had been attacking him, were finally gone...he could see no sign of them here, but....
Here...
Here was strange.
He hadn’t known what he would be encountering once he walked through the gate. The yellow individual...."Bee?".... had told him it was home. That they would be going home.
Ratchet had no memory of “home”, but the word conjured up feelings of safety. Security. A place where things made sense.
The word gave flashbacks of ...images....that Ratchet couldn’t identify. Tall towers of light amid a backdrop of black sky, shadowy, blurred individuals coming and going on roads and paths, all working, all interacting. Moving together, towards a common goal.
Another image, of a somewhat large dwelling, high in what he could only assume was one of those towers of light, as guessed by images of looking out through a glass window to the surface so far below. The habitat was spacious and clean, a little sparse but there were small items and knicknacks here and there. Pictures on the walls of various places and people. A monitor on one wall was displaying individuals talking, the volume down low. It was....pleasant.
Other images slowly seemed to rise to the surface of a black lake; various places, all in different states of repair; some clean and housing good technology...some run down and falling apart.
How could they all be “home”?
The room he found himself in now was likewise somewhat sparse. There was a large monitor and keyboard on a far wall, the screen at the moment seeming to show a green-wire topography map. There was a large set of glass doors to the side; inside he could see benches and cupboards, some of the benches seemed to be filled with machinery that looked....complicated. Slabs could also be seen, empty at the moment.
Ratchet really didn’t get a better look than that, before he turned his attention on the yellow individual who preceded him through the gate, then looking behind him towards where he expected the much larger red and blue mech to appear.
Ratchet still felt uneasy, not sure what to expect, and on edge. He backed up slightly, trying to keep a small amount of distance between himself and the others....just in case.
(Week 2, day 2)
He felt lost.
Mere seconds ago, he had still been under attack. Running, trying to hide from those that had attacked him. The open ground, open sky overhead, strange foliage and roads....all had been unnerving. Now he found himself standing inside some sort of room, empty save for three individuals.
When he had followed the bright yellow individual through the glowing blue portal, Ratchet hadn’t really known just what to expect. He was still feeling hyped up, under attack. Those unknown individuals who, for some reason, had been attacking him, were finally gone...he could see no sign of them here, but....
Here...
Here was strange.
He hadn’t known what he would be encountering once he walked through the gate. The yellow individual...."Bee?".... had told him it was home. That they would be going home.
Ratchet had no memory of “home”, but the word conjured up feelings of safety. Security. A place where things made sense.
The word gave flashbacks of ...images....that Ratchet couldn’t identify. Tall towers of light amid a backdrop of black sky, shadowy, blurred individuals coming and going on roads and paths, all working, all interacting. Moving together, towards a common goal.
Another image, of a somewhat large dwelling, high in what he could only assume was one of those towers of light, as guessed by images of looking out through a glass window to the surface so far below. The habitat was spacious and clean, a little sparse but there were small items and knicknacks here and there. Pictures on the walls of various places and people. A monitor on one wall was displaying individuals talking, the volume down low. It was....pleasant.
Other images slowly seemed to rise to the surface of a black lake; various places, all in different states of repair; some clean and housing good technology...some run down and falling apart.
How could they all be “home”?
The room he found himself in now was likewise somewhat sparse. There was a large monitor and keyboard on a far wall, the screen at the moment seeming to show a green-wire topography map. There was a large set of glass doors to the side; inside he could see benches and cupboards, some of the benches seemed to be filled with machinery that looked....complicated. Slabs could also be seen, empty at the moment.
Ratchet really didn’t get a better look than that, before he turned his attention on the yellow individual who preceded him through the gate, then looking behind him towards where he expected the much larger red and blue mech to appear.
Ratchet still felt uneasy, not sure what to expect, and on edge. He backed up slightly, trying to keep a small amount of distance between himself and the others....just in case.