Ep 0.5 - Rat Maze - Closed
Jun 24, 2012 20:23:46 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2012 20:23:46 GMT -5
There was organic grit working its way into the fine joint seams of his pedes despite his best efforts and the outcropping of more solid stone that he was crouched on. Steeljaw flicked his audials back, stilled an irritated twitch that wanted to run down his backstrut, and tried to unobtrusively shake out each pede with quick little jerks as he settled himself. By Shadowrunner's amused look, he was less than successful and he sketched an insulting flick of glyphs at her with the tip of his tail.
Even the warmth of the afternoon solar light, which he normally enjoyed, was only registering as unpleasantly bright to his optics, the relaxing heat of it on his plates gruesomely countered by the organic particles and - Primus help him, he couldn't stop a reflexive full plate shudder as he quickly edged out of the way - microscopic organic life that was crawling around his pedes.
He couldn't - quite - raise himself up entirely on the tips of his claws, but he tried, hunched onto the very tips of his pedes so that the bare minimum of his frame actually touched the filthy organic ground. Shadow made a sound suspiciously like a snort. "I realize I asked you to be my controller for this run," Steeljaw huffed at her, "but keep that up and you're going to owe me a full scrub and micro detailing after this is done."
The organic things must be able to smell Cybertronian metals, because they kept deviating from their prescribed pathways and coming to investigate his pedes. Steeljaw swallowed a disturbed sound, shifted again to avoid them, and opened a comm line to the inside of the base. ::In position, Jazz. Let me know when you want me to start the wipe and Shadow will take it from there.::
<< Set late in month 4. Steeljaw, Shadowrunner, Jazz, and Rattrap. >>
Even the warmth of the afternoon solar light, which he normally enjoyed, was only registering as unpleasantly bright to his optics, the relaxing heat of it on his plates gruesomely countered by the organic particles and - Primus help him, he couldn't stop a reflexive full plate shudder as he quickly edged out of the way - microscopic organic life that was crawling around his pedes.
He couldn't - quite - raise himself up entirely on the tips of his claws, but he tried, hunched onto the very tips of his pedes so that the bare minimum of his frame actually touched the filthy organic ground. Shadow made a sound suspiciously like a snort. "I realize I asked you to be my controller for this run," Steeljaw huffed at her, "but keep that up and you're going to owe me a full scrub and micro detailing after this is done."
The organic things must be able to smell Cybertronian metals, because they kept deviating from their prescribed pathways and coming to investigate his pedes. Steeljaw swallowed a disturbed sound, shifted again to avoid them, and opened a comm line to the inside of the base. ::In position, Jazz. Let me know when you want me to start the wipe and Shadow will take it from there.::
<< Set late in month 4. Steeljaw, Shadowrunner, Jazz, and Rattrap. >>