Ep 1.5 - Intruder Alert - Open
Jan 26, 2013 16:15:22 GMT -5
Post by surefire on Jan 26, 2013 16:15:22 GMT -5
[Somewhere in the deserts of New Mexico]
Beep, beep, beep…
Surefire’s optic ridges furrowed in both annoyance and frustration at the sound from his proximity alarms, and he reached over, shutting off the noise with a small huff. This wasn’t the first time he’d been alerted to Cybertronian activity in his general area. It was, however, becoming an issue in his opinion. He’d gone through so much trouble to stay hidden and whoever it was had a habit of wandering very close to his current location.
What possible reason could they have for wandering out this far? There was a whole cornucopia of nothing. Well nothing other than a lot of sand and large cliffs … and your occasional wild life scurrying by your ped. Surefire blinked a couple of times, slowly moving away from the scaly thing near his ped, a look of absolute disgust plain on his faceplates. With a small gagging noise, he reached down painstakingly to flick the odd looking creature as far away from his current position as possible. With that taken care of, his expression grew smug and he turned back to the task at hand.
Beep, beep, beep, be-
“Rragh!, Hush!” he commanded the alarm, and stabbed at the button angrily to silence it once more. His optics swept thoughtfully over at the offlined Eradicon in front of him. The poor thing had fallen into one of his traps… He looked into the darkened visor of the mech and began to speak then. “They wouldn’t be looking for you I don’t think… Eradicons disappear left and right. I would know…” his voice purred out, seemingly loud in the vacant cavern, and he reached out to stroke one claw down the side of the offlined con’s faceplates. “So what are they doing in my desert, hm?”
Of course the drone wouldn’t answer, as he’d long since passed from the land of the living. The seeker simply frowned in response and stood to stroll casually to the entrance of his little cave to peek out into the bright desert. His optics scanned the landscape below from his high perch, but he saw nothing of interest. And yet… there went his proximity alarms again. Surely it wasn’t just a malfunction. He’d scanned his equipment just recently, as the crisp desert winds liked to corrode his sensors with sand. No, that certainly couldn’t be it…
Once more the seeker looked out into the vast land before him. Perhaps further investigation was in order… With that he turned once more to the downed con on the ground and finished his previous task of hanging him up with the other draining corpses. Once finished, he turned from the scene and ran for the entrance of the cave, leaping out of his safe place and off the cliff. With little effort at all, he transformed into the sleek alpha jet he’d scanned, and flew off to seek out this intruder.
Beep, beep, beep…
Surefire’s optic ridges furrowed in both annoyance and frustration at the sound from his proximity alarms, and he reached over, shutting off the noise with a small huff. This wasn’t the first time he’d been alerted to Cybertronian activity in his general area. It was, however, becoming an issue in his opinion. He’d gone through so much trouble to stay hidden and whoever it was had a habit of wandering very close to his current location.
What possible reason could they have for wandering out this far? There was a whole cornucopia of nothing. Well nothing other than a lot of sand and large cliffs … and your occasional wild life scurrying by your ped. Surefire blinked a couple of times, slowly moving away from the scaly thing near his ped, a look of absolute disgust plain on his faceplates. With a small gagging noise, he reached down painstakingly to flick the odd looking creature as far away from his current position as possible. With that taken care of, his expression grew smug and he turned back to the task at hand.
Beep, beep, beep, be-
“Rragh!, Hush!” he commanded the alarm, and stabbed at the button angrily to silence it once more. His optics swept thoughtfully over at the offlined Eradicon in front of him. The poor thing had fallen into one of his traps… He looked into the darkened visor of the mech and began to speak then. “They wouldn’t be looking for you I don’t think… Eradicons disappear left and right. I would know…” his voice purred out, seemingly loud in the vacant cavern, and he reached out to stroke one claw down the side of the offlined con’s faceplates. “So what are they doing in my desert, hm?”
Of course the drone wouldn’t answer, as he’d long since passed from the land of the living. The seeker simply frowned in response and stood to stroll casually to the entrance of his little cave to peek out into the bright desert. His optics scanned the landscape below from his high perch, but he saw nothing of interest. And yet… there went his proximity alarms again. Surely it wasn’t just a malfunction. He’d scanned his equipment just recently, as the crisp desert winds liked to corrode his sensors with sand. No, that certainly couldn’t be it…
Once more the seeker looked out into the vast land before him. Perhaps further investigation was in order… With that he turned once more to the downed con on the ground and finished his previous task of hanging him up with the other draining corpses. Once finished, he turned from the scene and ran for the entrance of the cave, leaping out of his safe place and off the cliff. With little effort at all, he transformed into the sleek alpha jet he’d scanned, and flew off to seek out this intruder.