Ep1 - 'Reboot' - 'Closed'
May 3, 2012 6:14:28 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on May 3, 2012 6:14:28 GMT -5
Systems initialized ... stand-by
Core coding initialization ... Completed.
Systems check ... Connecting ... Completed.
Analyzing Systems:
Motor Function enabled.
Sensor net and navigation enabled
Communications enabled.
HUD online.
Self repair online.
Energon pump and lines at optimal functioning.
Hydraulics online.
Cooling systems online.
Initializing.
Megatronus onlined with a start, ingrained hydraulic-habit tipping him back over one shoulder to land in a crouch against the wall, one hand bracing against the warm metal for balance whilst sensors and optics flew about. His processor was a singular pulsating ache, a visceral sensation in counterpoint to the ghostly feel of his defiled core lying shredded, shorted and sparking in his chassis.
This was not Cleaver's workshop, and his systems were no longer reporting the myriad damage Crashmaster had inflicted to necessitate the visit to the surly medic. The gladiator rose slowly, determining from the architecture that this was some sort of advanced space vessel he'd awoken in the corridor of.
And that all Pit was breaking loose aboard it.
He knew the vibration of explosions like he knew his own mesh, high and tinny through the deckplates as opposed to the liquid rumble in the mines, and cast his optics about for a possible route away. Ahead and to the left was a lift down. Small space. Easy to get trapped in. Maintenance ladders were preferable.
He jumped the tight shoot down four flights before grasping the ladder to stop his descent, forcing the door open on to a new (quieter) deck. Still nothing familiar, though. The gladiator jacked into the first dataport he came across and found the schematics of the ship - Nemesis. Flight bays were of no use to him, and he'd never operated a ground bridge or space elevator before. Escape pods. That would do.
Copying the route to the underbelly of the ship, Megatronus withdrew from the console and turned to come face to face with a mechanoid. Spindly, small and mass-produced. A poor guard agains a mecha his size. Its red visor was fixed upon him.
<<OOC: Tag to Stark's red shirt Raddie!>>
Core coding initialization ... Completed.
Systems check ... Connecting ... Completed.
Analyzing Systems:
Motor Function enabled.
Sensor net and navigation enabled
Communications enabled.
HUD online.
Self repair online.
Energon pump and lines at optimal functioning.
Hydraulics online.
Cooling systems online.
Initializing.
Megatronus onlined with a start, ingrained hydraulic-habit tipping him back over one shoulder to land in a crouch against the wall, one hand bracing against the warm metal for balance whilst sensors and optics flew about. His processor was a singular pulsating ache, a visceral sensation in counterpoint to the ghostly feel of his defiled core lying shredded, shorted and sparking in his chassis.
This was not Cleaver's workshop, and his systems were no longer reporting the myriad damage Crashmaster had inflicted to necessitate the visit to the surly medic. The gladiator rose slowly, determining from the architecture that this was some sort of advanced space vessel he'd awoken in the corridor of.
And that all Pit was breaking loose aboard it.
He knew the vibration of explosions like he knew his own mesh, high and tinny through the deckplates as opposed to the liquid rumble in the mines, and cast his optics about for a possible route away. Ahead and to the left was a lift down. Small space. Easy to get trapped in. Maintenance ladders were preferable.
He jumped the tight shoot down four flights before grasping the ladder to stop his descent, forcing the door open on to a new (quieter) deck. Still nothing familiar, though. The gladiator jacked into the first dataport he came across and found the schematics of the ship - Nemesis. Flight bays were of no use to him, and he'd never operated a ground bridge or space elevator before. Escape pods. That would do.
Copying the route to the underbelly of the ship, Megatronus withdrew from the console and turned to come face to face with a mechanoid. Spindly, small and mass-produced. A poor guard agains a mecha his size. Its red visor was fixed upon him.
<<OOC: Tag to Stark's red shirt Raddie!>>