[ti]Ep 3.5[/ti]Home is Where the Hate is. [OPEN]
May 16, 2023 18:30:01 GMT -5
Post by Onomatopoeia on May 16, 2023 18:30:01 GMT -5
Episode 3.5, Week 1, Day 2, Evening
Mess Hall, Blackridge
It had been maybe a month by the native calendar. A month since the drowning of the Nemesis – the spearhead of the Decepticon forces on Earth – and home said force. A month since the crescendo of the Cruor outbreak. A month since Onomatopoeia had felt comfortable enough to accept the risk of troop density in the claustrophobic, unsanitary, degrading halls of the hewn out cave called Blackridge.
Different sized tabled coupled with dissimilar chairs. Each individual mixed and matched to their specific build from what was available. Onomatopoeia utilised the smallest of both sets. As far as she knew, she was the smallest bipedal frame on base. The irony that she wearing the largest frame her meagre spark could animate was not lost on her. The volume of her personal space however countered her unimpressive appearance. She detested that appearances could be deceiving. Hence why she spent so much of her energy on cracking the deception of Autobots in disguise.
By posture, she seemed to languish in her chosen spot in the mess hall. And physically languish she did. Her calm, confident demeanour was no façade. But her focus, solid as steel, was upon the holographs floating freely in front of her. She controlled them by thought alone and not a single gesture to mar the scene. The only exclusion to the nigh perfect sight was a half drunk fishbowl of energon.
One graph was displaying the known earth disguise altmodes her hated Autobot enemies employed. Another was replaying traffic footage. Two graphs were understandable to Ono only – and maybe Soundwave with his prodigious intellect for exactly the data dissection Onomatopoeia was performing.