Ep 1.5 - Life on Earth - Open
Dec 20, 2012 10:47:21 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2012 10:47:21 GMT -5
The Nemesis had recently experienced an unprecedented patch of turbulence. Their Lord and master had taken a bizarre turn and had abandoned ship, leaving command to fall into utter disarray. The tension and uncertainty left a Megatron-sized hole in the morale of its troops, and the prospect of a Lord Starscream was not the readily-accepted and soothing salve the commander would have hoped it to be. And there was that business, too, where Megatron had taken it into his processor to not only destroy several of their drone counterparts, but also one of their sentient number…
But with Megatron’s return came the welcome return of order and stability to the ship. Even Barricade’s own confusing chapter of events had been resolved, and Starscream had been swiftly re-established as second in command. All the loose threads had been tied up, and there was a collective sigh of relief amongst the Vehicons with the renewed hope that life could go on as normal.
Secure in this knowledge, the Vehicon mess hall was much busier tonight, filled with more bots and energon cubes than there had been in orns. Aerial and ground units alike mingled freely, lounging around and simply chatting to each other. Others had hit the tables and several expletive-laden games were underway. The majority, however, occupied the seated spaces at the darkened end of the hall, watching the projector spill its images onto the blank screen. It’d been Attenborough’s turn to pick tonight, and his choice didn’t catch anyone by surprise.
‘As you can see here, the wildebeest have come to drink at the river’s edge before they make their journey across to the other side, to reach new grazing pastures. But they must remain ever-vigilant, for the waters here conceal their own dangers…’
There was a sudden shift in music as a ghastly scaled thing rose out of the water and snapped onto a wildebeest’s neck, dragging it kicking and bellowing down under the water while its herd fled. The Vehicons jumped.
‘Slaggin’ pit!’
‘Didja see that?!’
‘That thing’s just made of teeth!’
‘Primus, that’s brutal!’
‘OI. Did you just spill your cube one me?’
‘’Course not! I drank all that. Lookit Harry’s cube, it’s near empty!’
‘Like slag I did, you strutless fragger!’
Shortly after, a shot of the creature was shown on the screen. It was a mean-looking thing, squat and powerful and brimming with a menacing intelligence. The character of the beast struck a chord within a particular Vehicon, who had been conversing quietly with his neighbours as the noise continued. When the hubbub died down again, he pulled a large ball of clay out from his subspace. Within half a breem, the form of a crocodile was coming alive in Atracchus’ hands.
But with Megatron’s return came the welcome return of order and stability to the ship. Even Barricade’s own confusing chapter of events had been resolved, and Starscream had been swiftly re-established as second in command. All the loose threads had been tied up, and there was a collective sigh of relief amongst the Vehicons with the renewed hope that life could go on as normal.
Secure in this knowledge, the Vehicon mess hall was much busier tonight, filled with more bots and energon cubes than there had been in orns. Aerial and ground units alike mingled freely, lounging around and simply chatting to each other. Others had hit the tables and several expletive-laden games were underway. The majority, however, occupied the seated spaces at the darkened end of the hall, watching the projector spill its images onto the blank screen. It’d been Attenborough’s turn to pick tonight, and his choice didn’t catch anyone by surprise.
‘As you can see here, the wildebeest have come to drink at the river’s edge before they make their journey across to the other side, to reach new grazing pastures. But they must remain ever-vigilant, for the waters here conceal their own dangers…’
There was a sudden shift in music as a ghastly scaled thing rose out of the water and snapped onto a wildebeest’s neck, dragging it kicking and bellowing down under the water while its herd fled. The Vehicons jumped.
‘Slaggin’ pit!’
‘Didja see that?!’
‘That thing’s just made of teeth!’
‘Primus, that’s brutal!’
‘OI. Did you just spill your cube one me?’
‘’Course not! I drank all that. Lookit Harry’s cube, it’s near empty!’
‘Like slag I did, you strutless fragger!’
Shortly after, a shot of the creature was shown on the screen. It was a mean-looking thing, squat and powerful and brimming with a menacing intelligence. The character of the beast struck a chord within a particular Vehicon, who had been conversing quietly with his neighbours as the noise continued. When the hubbub died down again, he pulled a large ball of clay out from his subspace. Within half a breem, the form of a crocodile was coming alive in Atracchus’ hands.