[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Connect the Dots [Closed]
Jan 22, 2022 1:28:03 GMT -5
Post by Zercon on Jan 22, 2022 1:28:03 GMT -5
The mass may not seem to be able to transform, no signs of wheels or wings upon its frame that could hint at such capabilities, yet that did not make its attempts to catch up invalid.
Once kicking off against the Scout, using the downed robot as a springboard, the assault construct leaned forward in its pursuit, long legs moving from stretched steps to full leg extensions and hard strikes against the earth. Broad swaths of ground were passed over in an instant, each impact only a fleeting moment before the limb swung back with a flick of dirt in its wake. It had moved quickly beforehand when advancing upon Bumblebee, however, now that the frame was able to truly lean forward and momentum was permitted to build up, it was an alarming force that zeroed in upon where Neon had fled on wheel.
Line of sight had been broken in the moments MECH had to contend with Bumblebee, giving Neon some of an edge in that regard, yet the direction of his retreat had been witnessed.
The remote region was not fully encompassed by rock and shrub. While it skirted the edge of a large vacancy, it had still once been used actively by a business before it shut down and it was overtaken. A primary road branched out from the area, paved in asphalt that was cracked and patched over the years. It would lead out towards the nearby town, a clean break away from this industrial area, yet that required Neon to skirt the perimeter until locating it should he wish to rely on his alternative mode. Whatever the case, the mechanized figure would advance to the area where its target had turned to hide.
Slowing to a jog, before easing further down to calculative strides once more, the construct would angle its nose down some, its dark glass viewing panel turning with its mass to look for any signs. Battered earth and old tire marks were littered around, so new small indents or mars could be muddled well. However, fresh skid marks that shown in deep black would be plain clues to recent activity.
Not seeing anything of the sort, it would continue steadily, casting glances down between buildings as it intended to circle the area like the vulture Neon compared them to.
The comm attempt would fail.
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The warehouse that Bumblebee moved towards held signs that showed it was where the machine had originated. The shifted panels of the hanger door was the most obvious of clues, followed by the fact that the inside itself held industrial lighting overhead that were activated. The bright crisp illumination highlighted the opening, almost welcoming the presence of the yellow Scout that was growing ever closer.
Within, the original building’s internals were stripped away entirely, leaving nothing but the outermost shell to make the structure blend in with the surrounding elements. It was clean, smooth concrete floors holding painted lines and markers for orientation, while monitoring systems lay on either side. There was a mobile raised platform towards the center, metal stairs leading up to a fenced in top panel that held a thick conduit cable that was hanging down towards the ground. A couple slender data line cords hung with it, one so loose it actually pooled along the flooring.
Cameras were more apparent here than they were in the other structure. Peppered in occasional areas, monitoring and recording everything that happened within. It would be more than apparent that Bumblebee would be unable to pretend to be covert, one angled directly at him.
On the right wall, where the lines from the mobile structure strung to, there was a computer station with a couple monitors. Husky, the terminal able to manage seemingly everything within the smaller enclosure. Its screen was black, but a couple lights on the side panels seemed to flick, showing the station was online and working.
On the furthest portion of the room, by a smaller hanger door opposite the one that had been left ajar, a simple nondescript car sat. Black, a sedan of some kind that was aged and far from factory new.
Once kicking off against the Scout, using the downed robot as a springboard, the assault construct leaned forward in its pursuit, long legs moving from stretched steps to full leg extensions and hard strikes against the earth. Broad swaths of ground were passed over in an instant, each impact only a fleeting moment before the limb swung back with a flick of dirt in its wake. It had moved quickly beforehand when advancing upon Bumblebee, however, now that the frame was able to truly lean forward and momentum was permitted to build up, it was an alarming force that zeroed in upon where Neon had fled on wheel.
Line of sight had been broken in the moments MECH had to contend with Bumblebee, giving Neon some of an edge in that regard, yet the direction of his retreat had been witnessed.
The remote region was not fully encompassed by rock and shrub. While it skirted the edge of a large vacancy, it had still once been used actively by a business before it shut down and it was overtaken. A primary road branched out from the area, paved in asphalt that was cracked and patched over the years. It would lead out towards the nearby town, a clean break away from this industrial area, yet that required Neon to skirt the perimeter until locating it should he wish to rely on his alternative mode. Whatever the case, the mechanized figure would advance to the area where its target had turned to hide.
Slowing to a jog, before easing further down to calculative strides once more, the construct would angle its nose down some, its dark glass viewing panel turning with its mass to look for any signs. Battered earth and old tire marks were littered around, so new small indents or mars could be muddled well. However, fresh skid marks that shown in deep black would be plain clues to recent activity.
Not seeing anything of the sort, it would continue steadily, casting glances down between buildings as it intended to circle the area like the vulture Neon compared them to.
The comm attempt would fail.
The warehouse that Bumblebee moved towards held signs that showed it was where the machine had originated. The shifted panels of the hanger door was the most obvious of clues, followed by the fact that the inside itself held industrial lighting overhead that were activated. The bright crisp illumination highlighted the opening, almost welcoming the presence of the yellow Scout that was growing ever closer.
Within, the original building’s internals were stripped away entirely, leaving nothing but the outermost shell to make the structure blend in with the surrounding elements. It was clean, smooth concrete floors holding painted lines and markers for orientation, while monitoring systems lay on either side. There was a mobile raised platform towards the center, metal stairs leading up to a fenced in top panel that held a thick conduit cable that was hanging down towards the ground. A couple slender data line cords hung with it, one so loose it actually pooled along the flooring.
Cameras were more apparent here than they were in the other structure. Peppered in occasional areas, monitoring and recording everything that happened within. It would be more than apparent that Bumblebee would be unable to pretend to be covert, one angled directly at him.
On the right wall, where the lines from the mobile structure strung to, there was a computer station with a couple monitors. Husky, the terminal able to manage seemingly everything within the smaller enclosure. Its screen was black, but a couple lights on the side panels seemed to flick, showing the station was online and working.
On the furthest portion of the room, by a smaller hanger door opposite the one that had been left ajar, a simple nondescript car sat. Black, a sedan of some kind that was aged and far from factory new.