Ep1 – “Hostile Contact” – Closed
Apr 17, 2012 0:19:52 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2012 0:19:52 GMT -5
The ship had been… quiet. In so much as the Nemesis was ever quiet. The ship’s warp core was forever acting up, there were rattles in the exterior plating – and you didn’t dare bring it up with Steve because he would threaten to put your “knuckle-dragging, slag-licking dumb-aft” through a window – and the engines had been literally designed to give off null-frequencies. Null frequencies were literally the mad music of the ship’s heart, the pitch of the living machine like needle through the brain. Nightmare flux and anxiety-attacks induced in any long-term engine repair shifts. Only drones worked in the main engine bloc because the majority of the sentient crew (with the exception of Shockwave) could stand being down there.
But it was quiet in the sense that Megatron hadn’t uncapped anyone’s skull lately.
“So does anyone else miss movie night?”
“Shut up, Joe,” said Steve, hating life and everything and really hating the fact that he had to spell out to his function brother that Fairwinds had organized movie night and she, like Barricade and the ground units at Delta Station and their drone-kin falling to Megatron’s temper, were fragging dead. “Just shut up and go… I don’t know, polish something. I’m busy. Get away from me.”
Joe huffed at him and left the irate technician to his work. Steve was running a system scan of the communication grid on the Nemesis. The old warship had been self-repairing and rewiring things again and that meant another update to the hardware logs. He’d have to talk to Shockwave about this and there was nothing worse than having to ask Shockwave about anything. Again, he wished Barricade was still alive. The LT had been an aeronautic engineer and didn’t seem to mind bothering Shockwave about that junk. Just meant more face time with higher ups for him and that was the last thing he wanted. An ex-vent and Steve almost wished for some other disaster to befall them just to get out talking to –
Fwoosh!
Steve turned his head sharply just in time to see the highly implausible: namely a groundbridge opening right in the middle of the fragging hall. A group of some five aerial troopers stopped on their way to ration, staring. Oh no, thought Steve. However, his first reaction was immediately dwarfed by “OH SLAG!” when a giant came through the ground bridge. Steve dove out of the way, the fliers all shouting and opening fire as claxons sounded. The massive vanguard was followed closely by what Steve would later call ‘ninja Autobot bouncy balls’; namely the Autobot recon builds – the scout, what looked like a rat, the two-wheeler, that obnoxious signia switcher and a black blur that could have been a femme.
Then came the second vanguard. Prime followed by Blaster and – Oh slag! – Bulkhead and Ironhide. Steve heard, didn’t see, a dozen of his brothers get hammered against walls. If there were other Autodorks, he didn’t see them come through while he took cover. The groundbridge closed and Team Prime scattered down the halls. Steve opened his comm.
::Lord Megatron, Autobot intruders onboard! I repeat: AUTOBOT INTRUDERS ONBOARD!::
((OOC: Let me know if things need editing, but here the launch for the Main Mission. Autobots, you can post the starts of your individual mission scenes as new threads elsewhere on the Nemesis. Decepticons, group up with Autobot characters and try to stop them from reaching their objectives!))
But it was quiet in the sense that Megatron hadn’t uncapped anyone’s skull lately.
“So does anyone else miss movie night?”
“Shut up, Joe,” said Steve, hating life and everything and really hating the fact that he had to spell out to his function brother that Fairwinds had organized movie night and she, like Barricade and the ground units at Delta Station and their drone-kin falling to Megatron’s temper, were fragging dead. “Just shut up and go… I don’t know, polish something. I’m busy. Get away from me.”
Joe huffed at him and left the irate technician to his work. Steve was running a system scan of the communication grid on the Nemesis. The old warship had been self-repairing and rewiring things again and that meant another update to the hardware logs. He’d have to talk to Shockwave about this and there was nothing worse than having to ask Shockwave about anything. Again, he wished Barricade was still alive. The LT had been an aeronautic engineer and didn’t seem to mind bothering Shockwave about that junk. Just meant more face time with higher ups for him and that was the last thing he wanted. An ex-vent and Steve almost wished for some other disaster to befall them just to get out talking to –
Fwoosh!
Steve turned his head sharply just in time to see the highly implausible: namely a groundbridge opening right in the middle of the fragging hall. A group of some five aerial troopers stopped on their way to ration, staring. Oh no, thought Steve. However, his first reaction was immediately dwarfed by “OH SLAG!” when a giant came through the ground bridge. Steve dove out of the way, the fliers all shouting and opening fire as claxons sounded. The massive vanguard was followed closely by what Steve would later call ‘ninja Autobot bouncy balls’; namely the Autobot recon builds – the scout, what looked like a rat, the two-wheeler, that obnoxious signia switcher and a black blur that could have been a femme.
Then came the second vanguard. Prime followed by Blaster and – Oh slag! – Bulkhead and Ironhide. Steve heard, didn’t see, a dozen of his brothers get hammered against walls. If there were other Autodorks, he didn’t see them come through while he took cover. The groundbridge closed and Team Prime scattered down the halls. Steve opened his comm.
::Lord Megatron, Autobot intruders onboard! I repeat: AUTOBOT INTRUDERS ONBOARD!::
((OOC: Let me know if things need editing, but here the launch for the Main Mission. Autobots, you can post the starts of your individual mission scenes as new threads elsewhere on the Nemesis. Decepticons, group up with Autobot characters and try to stop them from reaching their objectives!))