*The Benevolent lays across a gorge where the plains ended and landing across it's brief gap, the rear resting on one side stretching across the gorge where the bridge end lay on the other side, all in one piece but laying like an extinct dinosaur....
With no shields and little power it lies defenseless until repaired and power restored, but the ship itself is a wreck and has been severely damaged and will need significant repairs and refitting.*
Prowl pulled himself up from the console, oil spiolling down the side of his face from a bad cut across his left optic. In a daze he looked up and saw the devastation across the bridge, inctinctive crsis logic kicking in. He tried to activate the comm for a ship wide announcement but it fizzled out and didn't respond. Blast! he said getting up on shakey legs. Is anyone else online? he called out across the wreckage. The first order of business was establishing anyone online to help the wounded and set up some kind of field surgery. Anyone else free would be needed to secure the Benevolent and partol the immediate area for danger.
Post by omnicronred13 on Mar 16, 2006 8:09:49 GMT -5
*Prime was all fours covered in debris as he slowly lifted himself up and picked it up his command chair and disreguarded it, throwing it safely behind him across the bridge.
The dust and debris fell from his arm as he hit the comms on the computer..
++ COMM ++
All stations REPRORT!
++ COMM ++
There was a long silence as nothing happened, not a flicker of a transmission..
++ COMM ++
Med Bay?, Infirmiry Come in?!
++ COMM ++
Again nothing. "No comms, Prowl Once we have esbalisted any casualties and the injured, will need to do a team to team survey of the ship and all head stations, i want reports of any casualties , injured and staion status, though i feel the last will be futile, I doubt this ship will ever fly again.." !
[glow=blue,2,300]*Following his rendevous with Hoist and helping the injured, Smokescreen didn't follow them back to the med-bay and was on his way to find Roadbuster at the armoury.
When the ship fell, Smokescreen was thrown about like a rag doll in the corridors and now was only a few corridors away. Thankful he remained in one piece, the Autobot warrior picked himself up and headed down the next few corridors to Armory, noticing how wrecked the ship was en route.
As he arrived he walked up to the door.... but nothing. No movement. Usually the doors would have slid open easily before he even got up close to them.. The ship must be worse off than he thought.. Trying to prize the doors apart the Autobot attempted to access the weapons room, a great room of arsnel and weaponry for the Autobot Transformers...
"Nngh! Roadbuster are you in there? Are you injured? Speak to me buddy!"[/glow]
*Sunstreaker started walking towards the exit already pushing doors and moving stuff out of his way*
With you Sunstreaker BUmblebee said following the much bigger Autobot as he hauled the wreckage aside. We better head towards medical and see how the patients are as well as determine if it's still usuable
Jazz began to wake up. His visor was cracked, making vision fuzy but not impossible. He then tried to pull himself up and then discovered that his right hand and forearm was twisted around and in bad shape.
He got to his legs even though they wobbled about. "Still in the land of moving parts at least... Prime, reporting for duty."
Hoist: Hmm, I'm guessing nothing to do with Beast Wars or Armada, so either a sequel based in or around the first renegade rp trilogy or War For Cybertron? I'm guessing War For Cybertron!
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