Vicious and suspicious
Characters: BV Skywarp and...anyone? Bueller? Bueller?
Content: Skywarp arrives! Huzzah!
Location: The Spaceport *fwham*
Time of day: Night for suitably dramatic entrancings
Warnings: Cranky!jet
Status: (Active/Finished?) Active.
While most mechs arriving wake up in this strange place, Skywarp knows how to make an entrance. Okay, he doesn't know, he's just a klutz. One moment he was flying a mission, taking fire, and giving (he hoped) just as much back; the next...he was here, no one shooting at him, the terrain oddly familiar and yet...wrong. He's been circling for a while, warily, and skates in for a landing on the spaceport's launch pad.
He's seen flickers of life here, but no one has answered his Decepticon channels. This is irritatting: he's heard clicks and buzzes on his commnet. Someone's here, and avoiding him. He figures that the best odds for finding them is the Control Tower at the spaceport. Track them down by faction and ability, and go from there. Find some fraggin' answers. Find, above all, the war.
So, swing in there, hack the systems, and bingo.
He was running low on fuel, however, and his right turbine glitched, jamming itself on full power just as he was trying to throttle down for a quiet landing. He crashes into the side of the Con Tower, noisily, with a bright, flashy shower of sparks.
"Ow."
Content: Skywarp arrives! Huzzah!
Location: The Spaceport *fwham*
Time of day: Night for suitably dramatic entrancings
Warnings: Cranky!jet
Status: (Active/Finished?) Active.
While most mechs arriving wake up in this strange place, Skywarp knows how to make an entrance. Okay, he doesn't know, he's just a klutz. One moment he was flying a mission, taking fire, and giving (he hoped) just as much back; the next...he was here, no one shooting at him, the terrain oddly familiar and yet...wrong. He's been circling for a while, warily, and skates in for a landing on the spaceport's launch pad.
He's seen flickers of life here, but no one has answered his Decepticon channels. This is irritatting: he's heard clicks and buzzes on his commnet. Someone's here, and avoiding him. He figures that the best odds for finding them is the Control Tower at the spaceport. Track them down by faction and ability, and go from there. Find some fraggin' answers. Find, above all, the war.
So, swing in there, hack the systems, and bingo.
He was running low on fuel, however, and his right turbine glitched, jamming itself on full power just as he was trying to throttle down for a quiet landing. He crashes into the side of the Con Tower, noisily, with a bright, flashy shower of sparks.
"Ow."