[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Prelude to the Hunt [Closed]
Oct 17, 2022 11:49:03 GMT -5
Post by Starkrieger on Oct 17, 2022 11:49:03 GMT -5
Waiting for the bridge to open, the sounds of data cables disconnecting from the console triggered no reaction. Lacking experience with the Spymaster, he had no reason to equate them to intention, not until the other mech drew near. Sensors registered the approach, his wings angling to focus instantly. A subtle jerk sharpened their angle, his helm turning to catch the officer in the corner of an optic.
Soundwave was leaving Blackridge?
It was possible, someone was responsible for the loss of contact with Knock Out. Someone who might present a danger to those who came looking for him. A minor detail, meaningless, gained significance as his line of sight followed the officer. Soundwave's importance to the Decepticons could not be overstated. Casual fidgeting claws curling into fist. He wasn't fully functional. Should something go wrong, his ability to defend the Spymaster would be compromised.
Soundwave halted beside him, dispelling his surprise, making way for an uncomfortable realization. He'd disrespected a superior by taking position before him. Wings lowering minutely in humility, he awaited the outcome of his... judgement? observation?. The ranking mech didn't seem perturbed, but one didn't require offense to issue a reminder about discipline and order. .
That Soundwave might be concerning himself with his well being continued to go over the soldier's helm. Obvious signs of the incident had been mostly cleared away. Repairs to his wings were flawless. The platting replaced where Backbeat's blades had chewed into him were blocked from view courtesy of his wing and arm, but had not been neglected by the medics. The area he obsessed over was where the Prime's blaster had marked him, but even this Knock Out had seen to it his ego didn't suffer from unnecessary marring... What was there was likely just enough to ensure the Seeker was properly motivated to return for his next appointment, if they truly existed and were not merely tricks of an overactive processor.
It had been made clear that the ranking mech would be going out into the field; as such, Krieg awaited orders. Watching as he was, there was no missing the gesture to follow. Without hesitation, he complied, slipping into place behind the silent 'commander', to his left, much as he would Starscream. Whatever misgivings he had; now wasn't the time to cave. Proceeding through swirling light and energy, the Seeker lowered his wings, tucking them to his strut, Forewarned of precisely when the 'ground' gave way, he was ready.
Lunging forward, he fired his thrusters, using minimal resistance to bypass most effects of the air currents, putting some distance between himself and the bridge opening before they disengaged. Krieg could be reckless, but he wasn't as stupid as he might have liked Soundwave to believe (prior to current circumstances forcing issue). For what he needed to do, space was required, and surrounding interference had prevented him from knowing where his 'wingleader' had gone after 'falling'.
Velocity reducing, flight locks were cycled. A snap of his wings to their root standard 'inverted position' was forcefully executed to the point the adjustments to switching leading and trailing edges initiated. Cutting his optics, he shuttering them as he jerked the right arm, forceful, unkind as he used the limb to send himself into a sharp dive. The catch of a thermal dropped his repaired side, until he adjusted, focusing on the way the wind played along his armor. Protoform was stiff, underarmor was tight, tugging and binding as it was worked for the first time. Temporary, bearable... If he had to fly this way he could make it.
Across his recently shared frequency, he shot Soundwave two short codes of the old Vosian Airforce caliber. 'Stand by' and 'initiate systems check', usually these would be commands, but in this case, were repurposed to communicate intent, lest Soundwave think he was being cheeky with pointless antics or attempting to dismiss the senior mech's authority.
His transformation wasn’t anything exciting. Variations aside, Seekers were typically the same layout. Wings on the back, noses centralized as some part of the chassis. His processor logically prioritized a successful sequence over what drama his pain receptors kicked up; the stalls and pulls overridden as inconsequential. As plating snapped and arranged, the injury dealt by The Prime settled at the forward section of his undercarriage. The damage from Backbeat, on the other hand, transitioned into the fuselage, above and beneath his right wing, surrounding the leading edge. The 'feel' was off, extra drag and lift exerted depending on his angle. That would need to be fixed, but he would cope.
With a dip of a wing he initiated a partial roll leaning into a shift of his pitch to aim up to recover the altitude lost. The force from flying at high speed was the real test. Kicking on his turbines, he started to climb, restricting himself to subsonic speeds, as they would be preferred for searching anyway. .
Primus… yeah he was going to feel this later.
Optimus Prime proved to be a mech that would not easily be forgotten. Vibrations, undetected normally, were aggravating, the pressure thrummed into internals he'd never been aware of before. The Autobot leader had gotten deeper into his systems than he cared to admit. 'Backbeat', fittingly, was the greater annoyance. Stinging, burning beneath his plating, the sensation creeping into nearby wing sensors. Disruptive, grating, he could almost hear the logistic specialist's fragging voice, 'stop what?'
Sometimes... Starkrieger wished he was a more vindictive mech.
Soundwave was leaving Blackridge?
It was possible, someone was responsible for the loss of contact with Knock Out. Someone who might present a danger to those who came looking for him. A minor detail, meaningless, gained significance as his line of sight followed the officer. Soundwave's importance to the Decepticons could not be overstated. Casual fidgeting claws curling into fist. He wasn't fully functional. Should something go wrong, his ability to defend the Spymaster would be compromised.
Soundwave halted beside him, dispelling his surprise, making way for an uncomfortable realization. He'd disrespected a superior by taking position before him. Wings lowering minutely in humility, he awaited the outcome of his... judgement? observation?. The ranking mech didn't seem perturbed, but one didn't require offense to issue a reminder about discipline and order. .
That Soundwave might be concerning himself with his well being continued to go over the soldier's helm. Obvious signs of the incident had been mostly cleared away. Repairs to his wings were flawless. The platting replaced where Backbeat's blades had chewed into him were blocked from view courtesy of his wing and arm, but had not been neglected by the medics. The area he obsessed over was where the Prime's blaster had marked him, but even this Knock Out had seen to it his ego didn't suffer from unnecessary marring... What was there was likely just enough to ensure the Seeker was properly motivated to return for his next appointment, if they truly existed and were not merely tricks of an overactive processor.
It had been made clear that the ranking mech would be going out into the field; as such, Krieg awaited orders. Watching as he was, there was no missing the gesture to follow. Without hesitation, he complied, slipping into place behind the silent 'commander', to his left, much as he would Starscream. Whatever misgivings he had; now wasn't the time to cave. Proceeding through swirling light and energy, the Seeker lowered his wings, tucking them to his strut, Forewarned of precisely when the 'ground' gave way, he was ready.
Lunging forward, he fired his thrusters, using minimal resistance to bypass most effects of the air currents, putting some distance between himself and the bridge opening before they disengaged. Krieg could be reckless, but he wasn't as stupid as he might have liked Soundwave to believe (prior to current circumstances forcing issue). For what he needed to do, space was required, and surrounding interference had prevented him from knowing where his 'wingleader' had gone after 'falling'.
Velocity reducing, flight locks were cycled. A snap of his wings to their root standard 'inverted position' was forcefully executed to the point the adjustments to switching leading and trailing edges initiated. Cutting his optics, he shuttering them as he jerked the right arm, forceful, unkind as he used the limb to send himself into a sharp dive. The catch of a thermal dropped his repaired side, until he adjusted, focusing on the way the wind played along his armor. Protoform was stiff, underarmor was tight, tugging and binding as it was worked for the first time. Temporary, bearable... If he had to fly this way he could make it.
Across his recently shared frequency, he shot Soundwave two short codes of the old Vosian Airforce caliber. 'Stand by' and 'initiate systems check', usually these would be commands, but in this case, were repurposed to communicate intent, lest Soundwave think he was being cheeky with pointless antics or attempting to dismiss the senior mech's authority.
His transformation wasn’t anything exciting. Variations aside, Seekers were typically the same layout. Wings on the back, noses centralized as some part of the chassis. His processor logically prioritized a successful sequence over what drama his pain receptors kicked up; the stalls and pulls overridden as inconsequential. As plating snapped and arranged, the injury dealt by The Prime settled at the forward section of his undercarriage. The damage from Backbeat, on the other hand, transitioned into the fuselage, above and beneath his right wing, surrounding the leading edge. The 'feel' was off, extra drag and lift exerted depending on his angle. That would need to be fixed, but he would cope.
With a dip of a wing he initiated a partial roll leaning into a shift of his pitch to aim up to recover the altitude lost. The force from flying at high speed was the real test. Kicking on his turbines, he started to climb, restricting himself to subsonic speeds, as they would be preferred for searching anyway. .
Primus… yeah he was going to feel this later.
Optimus Prime proved to be a mech that would not easily be forgotten. Vibrations, undetected normally, were aggravating, the pressure thrummed into internals he'd never been aware of before. The Autobot leader had gotten deeper into his systems than he cared to admit. 'Backbeat', fittingly, was the greater annoyance. Stinging, burning beneath his plating, the sensation creeping into nearby wing sensors. Disruptive, grating, he could almost hear the logistic specialist's fragging voice, 'stop what?'
Sometimes... Starkrieger wished he was a more vindictive mech.