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kismet_loop2016-04-02 04:22 pm
memorial_wing) wrote in kismet_loop2016-04-02 04:22 pm
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[Accidental Video]
[A lone drone seems to have found a wreck in the deep snows of the Northeast Sector. It's beaten to scrap, with spent energon and half-frozen cydraulic fluids smeared from a dozen places of damage. Part of the wreck looks like it was once black with a purple stripe paralleling one edge. The rest is blue but so faded, dented, and scuffed that the protective paint has all but worn off in many places.]
[There's a groan, and the wreck shifts . . . and sits up. Ah, so it's not a ship that got pummeled by a meteor shower or something. Actually, as the helm comes up, the face and torso will be familiar to many . . . at least to an extent. He looks like he's been ten rounds with Megatron who's ten factors of pissed off at Starscream, and he wasn't allowed to fight back. One edge of his helm is a little caved in, like he took one HELL of a backhand, the optic cracked and dark. His canopy is spiderwebbed. His wings . . . well, they're bent and dented badly - actually, before he sat up and turned to face towards the camera (without having noticed it yet), the backs could be seen covered in long scorched furrows. Also? They're not the same color scheme. His left wing is his, but the right . . . isn't. Also, there's something around his throat, a tight band with inscribed sigils and tiny indicators and controls.]
[Thundercracker seems to take a long moment to even really register being conscious, let alone where he is, but finally the cold - the cold WET - is sinking in. He shifts in confusion, then shifts some more, getting his knees under him as he flails a hand through the bizarre white stuff he's half-sunk into.]
W-what the frag? Where . . .
[He looks around and the comm drone immediately starts into the greeting and explanation that everyone here has heard.]
What? S-stop...stop talking. Whatever you are, stop talking!
[He makes a swipe at it with his hand - his arms are also devoid of rifles, leaving only roughly-patched holes in his shoulders - and it beeps and darts out of the way. It dodges easily, the once-proud Decepticon weak and off-balance from his injuries. Or...not Decepticon? No brands. On either wing.]
W-where am I? What the frag happ-!
[The comm drone, triggered by the "right" words, follows its programming and attempts to launch into its explanation again.]
I said SHUT UP!
[The video ends with the Seeker snarling and launching himself - okay, more like flailing himself - at the drone.]
((Heeeee's mostly just in reaction mode at the moment, but he'll calm down and be more reasonable shortly... Also, forgive the lack of icons, that's being remedied.))
[There's a groan, and the wreck shifts . . . and sits up. Ah, so it's not a ship that got pummeled by a meteor shower or something. Actually, as the helm comes up, the face and torso will be familiar to many . . . at least to an extent. He looks like he's been ten rounds with Megatron who's ten factors of pissed off at Starscream, and he wasn't allowed to fight back. One edge of his helm is a little caved in, like he took one HELL of a backhand, the optic cracked and dark. His canopy is spiderwebbed. His wings . . . well, they're bent and dented badly - actually, before he sat up and turned to face towards the camera (without having noticed it yet), the backs could be seen covered in long scorched furrows. Also? They're not the same color scheme. His left wing is his, but the right . . . isn't. Also, there's something around his throat, a tight band with inscribed sigils and tiny indicators and controls.]
[Thundercracker seems to take a long moment to even really register being conscious, let alone where he is, but finally the cold - the cold WET - is sinking in. He shifts in confusion, then shifts some more, getting his knees under him as he flails a hand through the bizarre white stuff he's half-sunk into.]
W-what the frag? Where . . .
[He looks around and the comm drone immediately starts into the greeting and explanation that everyone here has heard.]
What? S-stop...stop talking. Whatever you are, stop talking!
[He makes a swipe at it with his hand - his arms are also devoid of rifles, leaving only roughly-patched holes in his shoulders - and it beeps and darts out of the way. It dodges easily, the once-proud Decepticon weak and off-balance from his injuries. Or...not Decepticon? No brands. On either wing.]
W-where am I? What the frag happ-!
[The comm drone, triggered by the "right" words, follows its programming and attempts to launch into its explanation again.]
I said SHUT UP!
[The video ends with the Seeker snarling and launching himself - okay, more like flailing himself - at the drone.]
((Heeeee's mostly just in reaction mode at the moment, but he'll calm down and be more reasonable shortly... Also, forgive the lack of icons, that's being remedied.))
[Video] Locked thread jack I guess?
[Once they can get the guy to stop fearing them. And yeah he might still sound worried, and whispering.]
Re: [Video] Locked thread jack!
...What's wrong with him, Bulk?
The miasma do this to him or is this another...him?
[Video]
[It's hurting to see him like this He's used to the strong confident seeker. He wants to find whoever did this and beat them hard.]
We're...not sure if it's the same him or not. I'm...thinkin' maybe now. [MUCH AS THE THOUGHT HURTS.]
Re: [Video]
We'll have a place ready for him at the medbay when you can talk him into coming in.