Ep. 1.5 Down in the Bayou (Closed)
Jan 4, 2013 18:27:18 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2013 18:27:18 GMT -5
Long range solo patrols were not, by any stretch of the imagination, punishment for Shadowrunner, and she suspected the Prime knew as much. Still, this was the "punishment" he had assigned when she returned from Africa, and she certainly didn't intend to argue the point with him. Besides, she admitted to herself, there were more than a few mecha who would consider a patrol route which covered every mostly-paved road around the Louisiana swamplands to be both cruel and unusual. Particularly Steeljaw, who would undoubtedly be vocal about the condition of her finish once she returned to base, and twice as vocal when he learned she'd ventured off her route to look for alligators.
As if thinking about the symbiont had been a cue, she received an alert: terse and to the point, even over encrypted channels, which told her he didn't have a clue what he was sending her into, and didn't want to risk their signal being picked up.
Shadow replied with an equally terse confirmation/acknowledged, picking up her pace as she charted a route toward the coordinates Jaws had given her. A ship coming in, intact and under its own power, was a rarity for the Autobots; she could understand why that, combined with the lack of identification ping or attempt to contact base, would make him nervous.
What her own scanners finally picked up was a relief. Midsize frame, light armor, probable ground alt. No integrated weaponry detectable at range, and, she added to the quick report she was sending back to base, glyphs of amusement wreathing the words, covered in enough organic muck that Steeljaw's arrival seems spotless by comparison. Initiating contact.
She continued to pace the Cybertronian until the foliage lining the road thinned, then she veered off the pavement. She didn't have to go far before she was shielded from sight if any humans drove past; her scanners did another quick sweep of the area before she transformed silently and set about catching up with the stranger, waiting until she had visual confirmation of what her scanners had detected before speaking.
"Halt! Who goes there?" she couldn't resist asking in English, then immediately followed up in Cybertronian with, "You've crossed into an Autobot-patrolled territory. State your faction and designation."
As if thinking about the symbiont had been a cue, she received an alert: terse and to the point, even over encrypted channels, which told her he didn't have a clue what he was sending her into, and didn't want to risk their signal being picked up.
Shadow replied with an equally terse confirmation/acknowledged, picking up her pace as she charted a route toward the coordinates Jaws had given her. A ship coming in, intact and under its own power, was a rarity for the Autobots; she could understand why that, combined with the lack of identification ping or attempt to contact base, would make him nervous.
What her own scanners finally picked up was a relief. Midsize frame, light armor, probable ground alt. No integrated weaponry detectable at range, and, she added to the quick report she was sending back to base, glyphs of amusement wreathing the words, covered in enough organic muck that Steeljaw's arrival seems spotless by comparison. Initiating contact.
She continued to pace the Cybertronian until the foliage lining the road thinned, then she veered off the pavement. She didn't have to go far before she was shielded from sight if any humans drove past; her scanners did another quick sweep of the area before she transformed silently and set about catching up with the stranger, waiting until she had visual confirmation of what her scanners had detected before speaking.
"Halt! Who goes there?" she couldn't resist asking in English, then immediately followed up in Cybertronian with, "You've crossed into an Autobot-patrolled territory. State your faction and designation."