Post by Thunderclap on Jul 12, 2008 16:11:28 GMT -5
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Night has fallen and the sky is filled with twinkling stars and a bright cresent moon. A small town, mostly filled with farmers and simple people lay in a flat zone inbetween rolling hills that stretch on for miles.
At the far part of town was an old broken down warehouse. Missing roof tiles and floor boards let in the moonlight, making very small patches of light. The floor was beginning to rot, and several metal spikes that held up the roof were piled up in a huge pile at one side. Debris and old machinery lay scattered across the floor, and up against the walls of the building. Cars were tipepd and large chunks of rock and roof tiles were piled up here and there.
The air smelt dusty and with little light, the place was very dim. Barrels of oil and other supplies were stacked in a large tower at the far corner, with large crates towered high in the middle of the room. This place was huge. The roof went high, and the walls were very long and wide. It could fit at least a few transformers and signs of a struggle was presnt...
Ornge was sitting up right agaisnt a wall. His optics flickered bright orange as he came online. He groaned and put a hand to his head in confusion. Where am I? What happened? He shook his head and shuffled to stand up. The medical bot sighed as he quickly did a check of himself. Scratches, bumps, dents, bruises. Nothing to to bad... he thought to himself.
What happened? Why can't I remember? He silently cursed himself for his bad memory as he did a quick look around the building. His optics stopped at the large metal pile. A life sign... Is it a bot? he took a few shakey steps forward and then ran over to the pile and stepped in something cold and liquidy. He bent down and dipped his fingers in it. He narrowed his eyes and observed the liquid. Oil... energon? His thoughts were disturbed as something dripped on his shoulder. Ornge looked up to see some bot impalied on a large spike. It's limp limbs dripping the liquid from the fingers, and it was clearly offline.
Standing up, Ornge took a step back in shock. Who's that? An autobot? A deception? He squinted and looked at it closer. A red symbol was barley visible in the dark. Autobot... and... it likes like that it'll live. He blinked and tried to reach for it. Too far. Disapointed, Ornge looked about for some way of getting up. He stepped back and felt something hard agaisnt his back leg. He quickly spun about to look. Another bot? he squatted down next to the limp figure and narrowed his eyes in thought. A purple symbol. Decepticon... looks like he's alright, probably could come online any moment...better leave him alone... he stepped back and then froze. A decepticon? Why? If there's one then there might be another... What happened? WHY can't I remember?!? he stepped away from the decepticon and turned around, just to run into the pile of barreled oil. A large metal tank fell ontop of his head and Ornge quickly moved out of the way. "Ow ow ow ow..." he mutters, putting his hands to his head. "I'd better get that autobot down and leave quickly before something... or someone comes..."
Night has fallen and the sky is filled with twinkling stars and a bright cresent moon. A small town, mostly filled with farmers and simple people lay in a flat zone inbetween rolling hills that stretch on for miles.
At the far part of town was an old broken down warehouse. Missing roof tiles and floor boards let in the moonlight, making very small patches of light. The floor was beginning to rot, and several metal spikes that held up the roof were piled up in a huge pile at one side. Debris and old machinery lay scattered across the floor, and up against the walls of the building. Cars were tipepd and large chunks of rock and roof tiles were piled up here and there.
The air smelt dusty and with little light, the place was very dim. Barrels of oil and other supplies were stacked in a large tower at the far corner, with large crates towered high in the middle of the room. This place was huge. The roof went high, and the walls were very long and wide. It could fit at least a few transformers and signs of a struggle was presnt...
Ornge was sitting up right agaisnt a wall. His optics flickered bright orange as he came online. He groaned and put a hand to his head in confusion. Where am I? What happened? He shook his head and shuffled to stand up. The medical bot sighed as he quickly did a check of himself. Scratches, bumps, dents, bruises. Nothing to to bad... he thought to himself.
What happened? Why can't I remember? He silently cursed himself for his bad memory as he did a quick look around the building. His optics stopped at the large metal pile. A life sign... Is it a bot? he took a few shakey steps forward and then ran over to the pile and stepped in something cold and liquidy. He bent down and dipped his fingers in it. He narrowed his eyes and observed the liquid. Oil... energon? His thoughts were disturbed as something dripped on his shoulder. Ornge looked up to see some bot impalied on a large spike. It's limp limbs dripping the liquid from the fingers, and it was clearly offline.
Standing up, Ornge took a step back in shock. Who's that? An autobot? A deception? He squinted and looked at it closer. A red symbol was barley visible in the dark. Autobot... and... it likes like that it'll live. He blinked and tried to reach for it. Too far. Disapointed, Ornge looked about for some way of getting up. He stepped back and felt something hard agaisnt his back leg. He quickly spun about to look. Another bot? he squatted down next to the limp figure and narrowed his eyes in thought. A purple symbol. Decepticon... looks like he's alright, probably could come online any moment...better leave him alone... he stepped back and then froze. A decepticon? Why? If there's one then there might be another... What happened? WHY can't I remember?!? he stepped away from the decepticon and turned around, just to run into the pile of barreled oil. A large metal tank fell ontop of his head and Ornge quickly moved out of the way. "Ow ow ow ow..." he mutters, putting his hands to his head. "I'd better get that autobot down and leave quickly before something... or someone comes..."