[ti]Ep 3.5[/ti]Hell on Earth [CLOSED]
Mar 31, 2023 23:32:52 GMT -5
Post by Hellion on Mar 31, 2023 23:32:52 GMT -5
Episode 3.5 | Week 1 | Day 4
Hellion awoke to the sound of rumbling. To the sound of metal churning and ripping, to the sound of air battering the walls of her shuttle in a way that only signalled one thing. Atmospheric entry. But as she slowly blinked her optics, the femme quickly realized it was more than that. She wasn’t just breaking the atmosphere, but the atmosphere was breaking her ship.
Because as she slowly glanced up from the floor, she realized that most of the shuttle was missing.
Scrap!
Lurching up suddenly from the pilot’s seat, Hellion shook off the last of her induced stasis, eyes darting around as she tried to analyse her situation. She’d known the shuttle had been in disrepair when she’d taken it, and it hadn’t even flown in cycles before her repairs. But she’d at least hoped it would survive re-entry. For a brief moment she pondered why the alarms hadn’t warned her before the situation had deteriorated so quickly, only to come to the conclusion that it was likely said alarms were in the part of the ship that no longer existed.
The entire aft of the ship had been ripped off, and was nowhere in sight. Or at least, that was how it seemed at first, as Hellion quickly came to the realization that the showering of shrapnel now raining down upon her, was in fact all that remained of the aft of the ship and its boosters, the fuel lines of which had likely ignited. But that hardly mattered now, what was important was what parts of the ship remained available to Hellion, and how she might best use them to ensure that she didn’t become a smattering of scrap on the proverbial sidewalk.
Reaching for the communications console, Hellion pressed a digit to the panel, quickly opening a broadcast on a global channel. She didn’t have the time for passcodes and keywords, to find the right frequencies to maintain her secrecy. Not when the entire ship was falling apart around her. No, for now, a broadcast to all Cybertronians upon this world would have to do, and the consequences of such an action hers to deal with.
“This is Hellion, of the Wreckers! Requestin—” The femme didn’t have time to finish her sentence before the severe forces of atmospheric entry ripped the console out from it’s mounting, sending it spiralling up into the air above the hurtling shuttle as it erupted into a fireball. Sparing a glance towards the console’s detonation as it showered shrapnel, Hellion only hoped that her distress beacon had been sent in time. But that was a concern for later, a concern only for if she survived this.
A quick cursory glance at what remained revealed Hellion’s only hope, and one she quite literally leapt at. Throwing herself at the pilot controls, she hastily maneuvered through the various options and overlays, desperate to set her plan in motion lest the console suffered the same fate as the communications one had. There! With a hurried input, Hellion pressed the button to fire the last of the boosters remaining mounted on the front of the ship, staggering backwards abruptly as the sudden burst of reverse thrust caused the vessel to lurch backwards. There was another screech of metal as more of the ship fell away under the influence of the conflicting forces.
For now, it would have to be enough, though Hellion had a feeling the thrusters wouldn’t last the whole way down, and in their state definitely wouldn’t guarantee anything less than a bumpy landing. She just hoped that when they went, that they wouldn’t take the remainder of the vessel with them. Even now, parts of the ship were still peeling away, and all that was left beside the thrusters, was the pilot seat, console and what amounted effectively to a large slab of metal that had once been the bottom of the vessel - admittedly designed to take the brunt of re-entry, but certainly not in a manner such as this.
Even with what little safety the reverse thrusters had managed to buy, the ground was still coming up fast. Pressing her back against the ground, Hellion braced herself from impact, hoping that what remained of the ship’s structure would be enough to shield her from hitting the ground.
The last thing Hellion saw was white, as her whole world went black.
— An Unspecified Time Later
When Hellion awoke next, it was once more by the sound of rumbling. But this time it wasn’t the sound shrieking metal being ripped free from it’s mountings, but rather it was the rumbling of fire. Gathering her strength as she blinked hazily, the femme slowly picked herself up, an arduous task given the large mass of her backpack. Her entire body ached from the impact, but for now, she was alive, and seemingly in one piece. After a few attempts, Hellion finally rolled onto her front, picking herself up and rising to her feet.
The world around her was one of ice, blanketed by snow, but amidst the world of white it was easy to see the flames. The remnants of her shuttle had been shattered by the impact, breaking the ice beneath. What remained of the ship was either ablaze, slowly sinking beneath the broken ice, or both. Hellion herself had been flung free of the ship on impact, having landed some distance away in a small snow drift. The world around her was cold, even as the flames of her former shuttle burned, but Hellion found herself thanking Primus that for now it wasn’t cold enough that it was a threat to her functions. For now, at least. Unfamiliar with this world as she was, the Wrecker had no idea when or if such fortune would change, and only hope that someone would find herself soon enough.
Hellion awoke to the sound of rumbling. To the sound of metal churning and ripping, to the sound of air battering the walls of her shuttle in a way that only signalled one thing. Atmospheric entry. But as she slowly blinked her optics, the femme quickly realized it was more than that. She wasn’t just breaking the atmosphere, but the atmosphere was breaking her ship.
Because as she slowly glanced up from the floor, she realized that most of the shuttle was missing.
Scrap!
Lurching up suddenly from the pilot’s seat, Hellion shook off the last of her induced stasis, eyes darting around as she tried to analyse her situation. She’d known the shuttle had been in disrepair when she’d taken it, and it hadn’t even flown in cycles before her repairs. But she’d at least hoped it would survive re-entry. For a brief moment she pondered why the alarms hadn’t warned her before the situation had deteriorated so quickly, only to come to the conclusion that it was likely said alarms were in the part of the ship that no longer existed.
The entire aft of the ship had been ripped off, and was nowhere in sight. Or at least, that was how it seemed at first, as Hellion quickly came to the realization that the showering of shrapnel now raining down upon her, was in fact all that remained of the aft of the ship and its boosters, the fuel lines of which had likely ignited. But that hardly mattered now, what was important was what parts of the ship remained available to Hellion, and how she might best use them to ensure that she didn’t become a smattering of scrap on the proverbial sidewalk.
Reaching for the communications console, Hellion pressed a digit to the panel, quickly opening a broadcast on a global channel. She didn’t have the time for passcodes and keywords, to find the right frequencies to maintain her secrecy. Not when the entire ship was falling apart around her. No, for now, a broadcast to all Cybertronians upon this world would have to do, and the consequences of such an action hers to deal with.
“This is Hellion, of the Wreckers! Requestin—” The femme didn’t have time to finish her sentence before the severe forces of atmospheric entry ripped the console out from it’s mounting, sending it spiralling up into the air above the hurtling shuttle as it erupted into a fireball. Sparing a glance towards the console’s detonation as it showered shrapnel, Hellion only hoped that her distress beacon had been sent in time. But that was a concern for later, a concern only for if she survived this.
A quick cursory glance at what remained revealed Hellion’s only hope, and one she quite literally leapt at. Throwing herself at the pilot controls, she hastily maneuvered through the various options and overlays, desperate to set her plan in motion lest the console suffered the same fate as the communications one had. There! With a hurried input, Hellion pressed the button to fire the last of the boosters remaining mounted on the front of the ship, staggering backwards abruptly as the sudden burst of reverse thrust caused the vessel to lurch backwards. There was another screech of metal as more of the ship fell away under the influence of the conflicting forces.
For now, it would have to be enough, though Hellion had a feeling the thrusters wouldn’t last the whole way down, and in their state definitely wouldn’t guarantee anything less than a bumpy landing. She just hoped that when they went, that they wouldn’t take the remainder of the vessel with them. Even now, parts of the ship were still peeling away, and all that was left beside the thrusters, was the pilot seat, console and what amounted effectively to a large slab of metal that had once been the bottom of the vessel - admittedly designed to take the brunt of re-entry, but certainly not in a manner such as this.
Even with what little safety the reverse thrusters had managed to buy, the ground was still coming up fast. Pressing her back against the ground, Hellion braced herself from impact, hoping that what remained of the ship’s structure would be enough to shield her from hitting the ground.
The last thing Hellion saw was white, as her whole world went black.
— An Unspecified Time Later
When Hellion awoke next, it was once more by the sound of rumbling. But this time it wasn’t the sound shrieking metal being ripped free from it’s mountings, but rather it was the rumbling of fire. Gathering her strength as she blinked hazily, the femme slowly picked herself up, an arduous task given the large mass of her backpack. Her entire body ached from the impact, but for now, she was alive, and seemingly in one piece. After a few attempts, Hellion finally rolled onto her front, picking herself up and rising to her feet.
The world around her was one of ice, blanketed by snow, but amidst the world of white it was easy to see the flames. The remnants of her shuttle had been shattered by the impact, breaking the ice beneath. What remained of the ship was either ablaze, slowly sinking beneath the broken ice, or both. Hellion herself had been flung free of the ship on impact, having landed some distance away in a small snow drift. The world around her was cold, even as the flames of her former shuttle burned, but Hellion found herself thanking Primus that for now it wasn’t cold enough that it was a threat to her functions. For now, at least. Unfamiliar with this world as she was, the Wrecker had no idea when or if such fortune would change, and only hope that someone would find herself soon enough.