Technostreak ✠ Mech ✠ Autobot ✠ Commander ✠ Tag: Open
Nearly the second their ship had landed, a few of the team went about their business without bothering to discuss their next move as a team. This unsettled Tech, taking it as a sign that he was already failing as a leader. He should have held some sort of briefing or at least a quick chat with the others before letting them leave. They knew next to nothing of this planet after all, who knew what dangers they would face. A shudder of worry shook his entire frame from top to bottom as he pushed away stray thoughts of what could go wrong. The very last thing he needed was to lose a team member before even establishing a proper base, not that he minded using the ship as one for the time being. Clearly though the more adventurous bots needed something with more space to stretch their servos.
Thankfully the entire team hadn't rushed out into the unknown; that was a small comfort as he made his way through the ship intent to see the lay of the land for himself. It would have been foolish of him to gather the rest to formulate a game plan without even knowing the terrain layout. He had spent a good portion of the time they were travelling reading up what he could on the overall standing of the war, what information was known about their destination, as well as miscellaneous data on those he was tasked to work with. No amount of reading could have prepared him for the blast of heat that washed over him when the door opened. Bringing a servo to shield his optics from the intensity of the sunlight he muttered to himself “Primus, this is going to be interesting, to say the very least.”
Steelshadow ☢ Femme ☢ Factionless ☢ Explosives Expert ☢ Tag: N/A
In a location unknown, more specifically a cavern in a cliff side, dimly lit from within by pieced together computer systems, stood a being nearly as tall as the cavern roof itself. It could have been a strangely serene sight, a hermit busy at work with a welding torch in one servo and a strange metal object in the other. However, that could not have been further from the truth of the situation. She was hard at work creating a stockpile of explosives to lace the cliff side with, from giant claymore-esque objects to what could only be described as a launching device of some sort. On either side of her workspace were piles of wiring, switches, electrical components, even tubs of various liquid like substances of an unidentifiable nature.
The computers before her had been quiet for hours, the dull rhythmic beeping of a radar scanning repeatedly was the only sound it continued to emit. Compared to the ear bleeding sirens it had been screaming at her earlier in the day, the steady beep was hypnotic; fueling her to work much longer than was necessary, until she had enough explosives built to cover several cliff sides.
For what reason did she need to be preparing for war? The emergency alarms that had pulled her from a nearly catatonic state had alerted her to ships entering the atmosphere, though their locations were lost the second they did. She knew it was likely due to cloaking, which triggered the automatic response to set up a personal defense system the likes of which had never been seen before. Human technology wasn't that good, meaning it had to have been cybertronian. With the limited technology she had at her own disposal, she lacked the means to hide her own location. She had fled to earth to survive, and she wasn't about to let whatever strays that dragged themselves in change that. Later, after she rigged together a system that not even Optimus could have gotten through, she would try to find these invaders of her peace and find out their intentions on Earth.
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