[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Guest From Above [ Open ]
Mar 13, 2021 15:51:35 GMT -5
Post by Jetfire on Mar 13, 2021 15:51:35 GMT -5
Episode 3 - Week 3 - Day 2
Airspace near Omega Outpost...
The contrast between Cybertron and Earth was astounding, and in more ways than one. As far as organic worlds were concerned, it was relatively average by Jetfire's standards. Though he'd visited many on his sojourn, he could only think of Cybertron now. None of his previous pitstops had ever hosted the War, and as far as he could tell, now so did Earth.
Except he couldn't find it.
The war, that is.
This planet was lush and vibrant, blissfully unaware of what was (likely) transpiring on its surface. It was... peaceful, almost. More peaceful than Jetfire had pictured once Optimus's message finally arrived, at least. He had ditched the Last Adventure in the system's comet belt, the old girl's quantum drive having finally given out after years of duty. For what it was worth, he sincerely hoped the war was here, because if it wasn't, he'd have a hard time bumming a spare quantum drive off of the planet's dominant species.
When usually venturing to organic worlds, Jetfire's protocol would've been to covertly observe from a distance, scan an altmode, grab a few scans of the locals, generate himself an avatar, then figure out whether or not he could trade with them. Or if they had a currency system. Or a barter system. Or knew what an economy was. Of course, many of those worlds supported societies that were eons ahead of Earth, technologically. Needless to say, his sudden arrival had caught at least one group of humans by surprise.
Thank the Allspark they had aircraft though, even if they'd sent two of them to hunt him down. Almost immediately, Jetfire had been beset by two fighter craft who quickly matched him in speed. His translation software notified him that they were requesting him to divert course and follow them, an order Jetfire respectfully disobeyed, evading pursuit by climbing up into orbit, but not before snagging a scan for his new altmode.
That was hours ago at this point, however.
Once he was more comfortable about what this planet's aircraft's operational ceiling was, Jetfire began to cruise and triangulate Optimus's message. A few calculations, coupled with some trial and error, had led him to an arid stretch of land on one of Earth's major landmasses.
Except, that was all he had for the moment.
As he most definitely was not keen on trying to hunt down any trace of the Autobots on Earth while on foot, Jetfire had kept his distance high in the skies. Along with the traces of hope welling up in his spark, he'd also been filtering it through a finely pragmatic lens. There was a remote chance that this message was a farce, although Jetfire hadn't wanted to put so much stock into that avenue of thought. At this point, he couldn't bear to.
So in the meantime, he'd resigned himself to transmitting an old flash code the Autobots had used during the war's height, setting it to transmit in intervals of three minutes until he fished out a response.
-... . --. .. -. / .--. .-.. .- -.-- -... .- -.-. -.-
"Attention, attention, all Autobots on this frequency! This is Wing Captain Jetfire, requesting... a response, really. I've had no contact with friendly forces for the past several hours, and I'm transmitting this code in hopes of rectifying that. If you can hear this message, please respond; soon, ideally..."
"This message will repeat."
. -. -.. / .--. .-.. .- -.-- -... .- -.-. -.-
Airspace near Omega Outpost...
The contrast between Cybertron and Earth was astounding, and in more ways than one. As far as organic worlds were concerned, it was relatively average by Jetfire's standards. Though he'd visited many on his sojourn, he could only think of Cybertron now. None of his previous pitstops had ever hosted the War, and as far as he could tell, now so did Earth.
Except he couldn't find it.
The war, that is.
This planet was lush and vibrant, blissfully unaware of what was (likely) transpiring on its surface. It was... peaceful, almost. More peaceful than Jetfire had pictured once Optimus's message finally arrived, at least. He had ditched the Last Adventure in the system's comet belt, the old girl's quantum drive having finally given out after years of duty. For what it was worth, he sincerely hoped the war was here, because if it wasn't, he'd have a hard time bumming a spare quantum drive off of the planet's dominant species.
When usually venturing to organic worlds, Jetfire's protocol would've been to covertly observe from a distance, scan an altmode, grab a few scans of the locals, generate himself an avatar, then figure out whether or not he could trade with them. Or if they had a currency system. Or a barter system. Or knew what an economy was. Of course, many of those worlds supported societies that were eons ahead of Earth, technologically. Needless to say, his sudden arrival had caught at least one group of humans by surprise.
Thank the Allspark they had aircraft though, even if they'd sent two of them to hunt him down. Almost immediately, Jetfire had been beset by two fighter craft who quickly matched him in speed. His translation software notified him that they were requesting him to divert course and follow them, an order Jetfire respectfully disobeyed, evading pursuit by climbing up into orbit, but not before snagging a scan for his new altmode.
That was hours ago at this point, however.
Once he was more comfortable about what this planet's aircraft's operational ceiling was, Jetfire began to cruise and triangulate Optimus's message. A few calculations, coupled with some trial and error, had led him to an arid stretch of land on one of Earth's major landmasses.
Except, that was all he had for the moment.
As he most definitely was not keen on trying to hunt down any trace of the Autobots on Earth while on foot, Jetfire had kept his distance high in the skies. Along with the traces of hope welling up in his spark, he'd also been filtering it through a finely pragmatic lens. There was a remote chance that this message was a farce, although Jetfire hadn't wanted to put so much stock into that avenue of thought. At this point, he couldn't bear to.
So in the meantime, he'd resigned himself to transmitting an old flash code the Autobots had used during the war's height, setting it to transmit in intervals of three minutes until he fished out a response.
-... . --. .. -. / .--. .-.. .- -.-- -... .- -.-. -.-
"Attention, attention, all Autobots on this frequency! This is Wing Captain Jetfire, requesting... a response, really. I've had no contact with friendly forces for the past several hours, and I'm transmitting this code in hopes of rectifying that. If you can hear this message, please respond; soon, ideally..."
"This message will repeat."
. -. -.. / .--. .-.. .- -.-- -... .- -.-. -.-