Ep 1.5 - Permission to Land! - Open
Jan 2, 2013 22:16:59 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2013 22:16:59 GMT -5
(OOC Time Note: This takes place prior to Metroplex's arrival.)
So this is where the last bastion of Autobot hope had decided to settle.
It looked a lot better than Velocitron.
Shiftlock tried to steer the tattered old shuttlecraft towards what looked like land in the northern hemisphere of the planet. The deck rattled ominously and the thrusters whined in protest. It was barely rated for travel long-distance, and it was only by the hand of Primus himself that the old ship had managed to keep together all the way from Velocitron to Earth. Tracking the signal sent out wasn't hard. It was just getting there in one piece that might be a little tricky.
The blue, brown and green sphere was growing larger and larger in her viewscreen, and yet, she was not relieved to see it. The patch in her side was threatening to split. How long had it been since she'd had regular maintenance? An oil bath seemed like a distant dream at this point. Every waking cycle was an exercise in ongoing pain management.
Then again, that's pretty much the description of the life of a Wrecker.
Sturdy black hands searched along the control panel... which one was the com unit? Did this thing even HAVE a com unit? She hadn't checked. Escape was too important, and she had simply seized the first thing that had fallen into her grasp.
CLICK. Static on the viewscreen. That's right, she'd heard the message on this ship hadn't she? It had just been so slagging LONG...
"To any Autobots planetside that may be receiving this transmission: This is Platoon Leader Shiftlock of the Wreckers. I'm going to be landing within a few minutes and I have no idea if this ship is going to hold together long enough to hit the ground and stay in one piece. I'm alive but I am in need of medical assistance. If ANYONE out there can give me a hand, I would really, REALLY appreciate it right now. Otherwise... It's been an honor serving everyone!"
So this is where the last bastion of Autobot hope had decided to settle.
It looked a lot better than Velocitron.
Shiftlock tried to steer the tattered old shuttlecraft towards what looked like land in the northern hemisphere of the planet. The deck rattled ominously and the thrusters whined in protest. It was barely rated for travel long-distance, and it was only by the hand of Primus himself that the old ship had managed to keep together all the way from Velocitron to Earth. Tracking the signal sent out wasn't hard. It was just getting there in one piece that might be a little tricky.
The blue, brown and green sphere was growing larger and larger in her viewscreen, and yet, she was not relieved to see it. The patch in her side was threatening to split. How long had it been since she'd had regular maintenance? An oil bath seemed like a distant dream at this point. Every waking cycle was an exercise in ongoing pain management.
Then again, that's pretty much the description of the life of a Wrecker.
Sturdy black hands searched along the control panel... which one was the com unit? Did this thing even HAVE a com unit? She hadn't checked. Escape was too important, and she had simply seized the first thing that had fallen into her grasp.
CLICK. Static on the viewscreen. That's right, she'd heard the message on this ship hadn't she? It had just been so slagging LONG...
"To any Autobots planetside that may be receiving this transmission: This is Platoon Leader Shiftlock of the Wreckers. I'm going to be landing within a few minutes and I have no idea if this ship is going to hold together long enough to hit the ground and stay in one piece. I'm alive but I am in need of medical assistance. If ANYONE out there can give me a hand, I would really, REALLY appreciate it right now. Otherwise... It's been an honor serving everyone!"