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Post by Counterklock on Jun 13, 2016 1:56:23 GMT
Characters: Prowl, @v Location: Uyuni Salt Flats, Bolivia Content Warnings: N/A Plot Summary: Near the Uyuni Salt Flats of Bolivia, Decepticon V3389 and Autobot Prowl seek to claim the enigmatic Triptych Mask.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2016 15:42:23 GMT
The groundbridge closed behind Prowl with a whoom. He braked and threw himself into robot mode, planting his feet against the ground as he scanned his surroundings. All his sensors were alert. It had been a while since he had been on a mission of such importance, and he was decided to prove to everyone that he still had what it took.
Unnecessary, considering that no one had made any passive-aggressive comments where he or Jazz were concerned, but Prowl still felt a niggle. He had been drifting around space for too long. He was still catching up, downloading terabyte after terabyte of data as he tried to get up to speed with the centuries he had missed. There was a lot to process. It made him feel hopelessly outdated, and he was, in a way.
But there would be time to wallow in his vague feelings of frustration and self-doubt later. Now he had a job to do. He spread his doorwings and turned around, taking in the scenery. It was, he supposed, a beautiful expanse of terrain, with its natural hexagonally-patterned white ground and pure open skies. Jazz would have liked it. But Jazz wasn’t here: he had his own retrieval mission. For the first time in a very long while, they were parted in the name of duty. Without a good-luck kiss. There had been no time for one. Not that Prowl was thinking about that. He was focused on his mission, which was to retrieve the relic and head back to Autobot Headquarters.
Prowl’s sensors blipped. He looked up, scanning the horizon. No friends were in the vicinity, so the only option left was foes—flying ones, most likely. The Decepticons still favoured flight-capable alt-modes. At least that hadn’t changed.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 23, 2016 6:31:41 GMT
WORD COUNT [ 251 ]
MOOD [ Determination ]
MUSIC [ Markimoo ]
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NOTES [ idk this is bad but it's a post so ] | « ✈ » V had been given a simple task: find the Triptych Mask.
Though, to be honest, the task of locating the mask was not from the Decepticon Warlord himself, but rather from his second. V wasn’t entirely sure if Starscream wished to obtain the mask for himself, or for the Decepticons as a whole. She wasn’t entirely sure what he wanted with the mask to begin with. She only knew that she was not to question her leader’s orders, and that she was to bring him the mask.
Either he would present it to Lord Megatron, or he would keep it for himself, but that was none of her business. She had her orders. She had her coordinates and her mission, and that was enough for her. That was, truly, enough for any functioning Vehicon.
With her mission in mind, V3389 made her way towards the provided location. She had her weapons, and she had her comm on and ready to go, just in case. But she wouldn’t need them. At least, that’s what she told herself. She wouldn’t need her comm because she wasn’t going to need backup, and she wasn’t going to need her weapon because she was going to get there first. She was going to make Starscream proud of her.
Prowl was right to check the skies, for above him, V flew proud and strong. She had the coordinates in her sights, and no one was going to stop her. Especially not the Autobot driving beneath her wings.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2016 3:09:44 GMT
Seeker engines. Now, there was a noise Prowl hadn’t missed. He changed into alt-mode and threw himself into a full throttle, his engines already warm and not protesting much. The flyer wasn’t known to him, he realised. His scanners had pinged him with an enemy threat, but Prowl was careful to keep tags on the known Decepticon spark signatures. None had flared, which meant that Prowl had the dubious pleasure of meeting a new seeker.
Of course he wasn’t fond of facing down Starscream or his trinemates or any of the other flyers he knew. In fact, he quite hated it because their patterns were a study in chaos theory at best. Not really something his plans could depend on most times. But at least he was familiar with their modus operandi. He would have welcomed the familiarity, even if said familiarity was a cold comfort at best.
Well, then. He gunned his engines. Time to get acquainted.
Prowl engaged his Firelance, parts of his alt-mode’s roof shifting away for the weapon to come out. It looked like one of Optimus Prime’s ion blasters, though smaller, and for all accounts it was—or had been, until Prowl had had it modified into an anti-aircraft weapon. He zeroed in on the seeker flying above him. Predicting their flight trajectory based on their current path took but a moment. Then Prowl shot. No actual gunfire could be seen, since the blaster was switched to fire EMP blasts. What gave away the fact that Prowl had fired at all was the soft hum and then sudden crackle the seeker would feel in their flight systems.
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