Ep. 1 – Idaho -Sound from the Sky - Closed
Sept 5, 2012 16:20:19 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2012 16:20:19 GMT -5
(( The setting is twilight in Idaho at Shoshone Falls ))
She was descending far too quickly for a safe landing, cursing Sound Ranger reached across the rattling steering wheel in an attempt to reach for a switch that she believed would stabilize the shaking ship. Her slight girth in combination with the trembling space vehicle caused her to slip from her seat and fall to the floor, she screeched as the space ship began a very steep decline to the mixture of lush trees and grey rocky ground. Scrambling she reclaimed her seat with much trouble Sound Ranger grasped at the controls ones again, her small hands taking hold of the large metal bars and heaving herself backwards with a grunt she attempted to right the nose dive she managed to get herself into. The ship for a brief moment stabilized; everything stopped shaking and it was silent, nothing beeped nor flashed red at the poor femme. Rangers panic subsided and she was about to heave her shoulders in relief when her grip on the frame loosened too much. Once again caught up by a stray wind the ship began doing acrobatics that its driver knew nothing about; its occupant screamed curses and prayed to the Primes to save her from the crash that she seemed destined to engage in. Her helm was hitting the back of the seat as the ship fumbled about in the bright unfamiliar air.
Finally giving up on the controls of the ship Sound Ranger grabbed onto the sides of her seat and fumbled for the belt she had so foolishly forgotten when she had left the last planet she had visited. As her audios were assaulted by the sounds of screeching warnings she finally managed to grasp the belt, only to have it wrenched away from her hands. Looking up just in time to find a blinding sea of green swamp her windshield she gave a cry and threw up her arms to protect herself from the impact, which came abruptly as the ship slammed into its first obstacle. The tree’s decelerated the ship quickly but also threw Sound Ranger from her seat and into the controls of the ship, then as it broke through the tree she was thrown back into the seat at a strange angle hitting various parts of her body as she was thrashed about. After several more broken trees and dents in the ship, it finally came to a rest in a small hole it created for itself upon its landing. Inside Ranger opened her optics to find herself in the far back of the severely beaten up ship. She felt lubricant in her eyes begin to leak out as she attempted to sit herself up: pain coursed through her fragile body.
After some attempts at standing she managed to drag herself to the door and get it partly open, it had been damaged too from the crash. Hauling her body out of the ship she looked about her surroundings. Thank the Primes I did not crash near a populated area. She thought as she placed a hand onto the side of the smoking vessel. But someone had to have seen that spectacular landing, and a twinge of fear appeared in her spark. What if the inhabitants of this world were exceptionally hostile? She had followed a set of coordinates she had received from a search she had done a while back when looking for life signs of her comrades, Sound Ranger had done no research on this planet which was very unlike her. She had left it to the nerves and joy of possibly finding a faction of Autobots, she had been alone for quite a long time now.
Wincing she pushed herself forward a little to a tree that was not damaged from her perilous decent, then turning on her heel she looked hopefully for her ship to not be as broken as she expected it to be, but once her optics landed onto the wreckage she gave a long groan. “This is hopeless,” She murmured looking at what once was her ship. “I will not be doing anything more in this vessel.” Bending gingerly down she placed her hand onto the ground and marveled at its soft texture as she sat down. Then she closed her optics, only briefly before opening them and looking at herself. Sound Ranger was very damaged, and if she wanted to do a makeshift patch job it would require her to move from her position and return to the ship that was smoking just a little. She did not want to take a chance of shifting its awkward landing angle so she remained motionless in her seat. Inclining her face towards the filtering sun in the sky she narrowed her eyes just a little. This planet’s light source is setting, night will fall shortly. I am not a lucky mech, who knows what is out in the wilderness of this planet. Glancing at her arm that was not holding her side Sound Ranger switched it out for one of her guns, willing it to flare to life. She was ready for anything.
She was descending far too quickly for a safe landing, cursing Sound Ranger reached across the rattling steering wheel in an attempt to reach for a switch that she believed would stabilize the shaking ship. Her slight girth in combination with the trembling space vehicle caused her to slip from her seat and fall to the floor, she screeched as the space ship began a very steep decline to the mixture of lush trees and grey rocky ground. Scrambling she reclaimed her seat with much trouble Sound Ranger grasped at the controls ones again, her small hands taking hold of the large metal bars and heaving herself backwards with a grunt she attempted to right the nose dive she managed to get herself into. The ship for a brief moment stabilized; everything stopped shaking and it was silent, nothing beeped nor flashed red at the poor femme. Rangers panic subsided and she was about to heave her shoulders in relief when her grip on the frame loosened too much. Once again caught up by a stray wind the ship began doing acrobatics that its driver knew nothing about; its occupant screamed curses and prayed to the Primes to save her from the crash that she seemed destined to engage in. Her helm was hitting the back of the seat as the ship fumbled about in the bright unfamiliar air.
Finally giving up on the controls of the ship Sound Ranger grabbed onto the sides of her seat and fumbled for the belt she had so foolishly forgotten when she had left the last planet she had visited. As her audios were assaulted by the sounds of screeching warnings she finally managed to grasp the belt, only to have it wrenched away from her hands. Looking up just in time to find a blinding sea of green swamp her windshield she gave a cry and threw up her arms to protect herself from the impact, which came abruptly as the ship slammed into its first obstacle. The tree’s decelerated the ship quickly but also threw Sound Ranger from her seat and into the controls of the ship, then as it broke through the tree she was thrown back into the seat at a strange angle hitting various parts of her body as she was thrashed about. After several more broken trees and dents in the ship, it finally came to a rest in a small hole it created for itself upon its landing. Inside Ranger opened her optics to find herself in the far back of the severely beaten up ship. She felt lubricant in her eyes begin to leak out as she attempted to sit herself up: pain coursed through her fragile body.
After some attempts at standing she managed to drag herself to the door and get it partly open, it had been damaged too from the crash. Hauling her body out of the ship she looked about her surroundings. Thank the Primes I did not crash near a populated area. She thought as she placed a hand onto the side of the smoking vessel. But someone had to have seen that spectacular landing, and a twinge of fear appeared in her spark. What if the inhabitants of this world were exceptionally hostile? She had followed a set of coordinates she had received from a search she had done a while back when looking for life signs of her comrades, Sound Ranger had done no research on this planet which was very unlike her. She had left it to the nerves and joy of possibly finding a faction of Autobots, she had been alone for quite a long time now.
Wincing she pushed herself forward a little to a tree that was not damaged from her perilous decent, then turning on her heel she looked hopefully for her ship to not be as broken as she expected it to be, but once her optics landed onto the wreckage she gave a long groan. “This is hopeless,” She murmured looking at what once was her ship. “I will not be doing anything more in this vessel.” Bending gingerly down she placed her hand onto the ground and marveled at its soft texture as she sat down. Then she closed her optics, only briefly before opening them and looking at herself. Sound Ranger was very damaged, and if she wanted to do a makeshift patch job it would require her to move from her position and return to the ship that was smoking just a little. She did not want to take a chance of shifting its awkward landing angle so she remained motionless in her seat. Inclining her face towards the filtering sun in the sky she narrowed her eyes just a little. This planet’s light source is setting, night will fall shortly. I am not a lucky mech, who knows what is out in the wilderness of this planet. Glancing at her arm that was not holding her side Sound Ranger switched it out for one of her guns, willing it to flare to life. She was ready for anything.