[RP: Time off!]
[Editor's note: This is meant to be happening in continuity with this thread and this one. Rodimus takes time off; Galvatron takes advantage!]
*descends from Terran high-orbit, zigzagging through the vast amounts of spacejunk and debris that seem to be flying around up here* *muttered cursing at the nuisance*
Graah - anyone could tell that humans weren't cut out for spacetravel, burying their planet in navigational hazards like this! Fools! *shakes fist in irritation*
*with the borrowed power of Cyclonus's detector arrays, scans the green and blue ball of rock far below* *the realtime tac map in my head is now telling me everything I wanted to know...*
Perfect! No damping, no screening, no sensor deflectors, nothing! An entire planet's military and political structure laid out for the taking - and every last piece of it broadcasting its identity to anyone who might chance to overfly it, hah! *smirks* Humans really have no idea...
And the Autobots aren't much better! A blind cyberbat couldn't miss Autobot City sitting there like a gunnery exercise waiting to happen! All right, Metroplex - you, I'll save for later. Humans first, then Autobots...
...and then, finally, Rodimus Prime!
*gleeful laugh* *with a touch to his controls, sends my faithful starfighter plunging out of the sky like some scythe-winged stormbolt of the gods - on a direct course for the human citadel known to its denizens as Washington DC...*
Over and out,
~Lord Commander Galvatron~
*descends from Terran high-orbit, zigzagging through the vast amounts of spacejunk and debris that seem to be flying around up here* *muttered cursing at the nuisance*
Graah - anyone could tell that humans weren't cut out for spacetravel, burying their planet in navigational hazards like this! Fools! *shakes fist in irritation*
*with the borrowed power of Cyclonus's detector arrays, scans the green and blue ball of rock far below* *the realtime tac map in my head is now telling me everything I wanted to know...*
Perfect! No damping, no screening, no sensor deflectors, nothing! An entire planet's military and political structure laid out for the taking - and every last piece of it broadcasting its identity to anyone who might chance to overfly it, hah! *smirks* Humans really have no idea...
And the Autobots aren't much better! A blind cyberbat couldn't miss Autobot City sitting there like a gunnery exercise waiting to happen! All right, Metroplex - you, I'll save for later. Humans first, then Autobots...
...and then, finally, Rodimus Prime!
*gleeful laugh* *with a touch to his controls, sends my faithful starfighter plunging out of the sky like some scythe-winged stormbolt of the gods - on a direct course for the human citadel known to its denizens as Washington DC...*
Over and out,
~Lord Commander Galvatron~