.003 ← Text Files; Video || Untraceable Portal Signature || Soundwave discovers his Place of Solace

[stand_witness]

[ There is no coordinates on the short video feed, but a timestamp does appear at the lower right hand corner. It's only the image of the Nemesis, though, just...floating. Yes, that's a fully capable Decepticon warship floating somewhere off the coast of Promenade. ]

Comments

[action!]

[notglitching]

[The upward jerk doesn't hinder Rinzler's strike. But then the claw opens, releases, and he can feel the burning edge skim the drone's extensions as he drops out of reach. He's frustrated. Furious. But right now? Rinzler has other things to worry about.
He twists, turns in the air-almost, almost pulls aside from the lashing coils. But no matter how quickly he draws his body in, no matter how skillfully he shifts to avoid, Rinzler can't change freefall. And Soundwave's aim may be worsening. But those tentacles are huge. A metal coil glances off the program's side and sends him flying, dull impact jarring through his core. He's falling, drifting, continued vacuum and the momentum of the blow taking him out, past-no.

The program stabs down, embeds his disk at the edge of the drop, clings against the pressure of wind and fall. It's not solid, not stable, scraping back towards the open air under the force of his weight. But he could do it, can map the sequence of motions: press down, push off, launch forward while he grabs a baton, use a cable to draw himself in more. Soundwave's there, injured, and if he cculd just close, he could finish the Game. End it.
...'Push off'.

He can't make the leap without a baton for support. Not against this wind.
He can't dock his disk while reaching for a baton. Not with just one arm responding.
...
He can't leave his disk.
[Can't] [can't] [won't] Not now, not again, not for the micros it could take to finish this. Not for nanos. But it would be safe. Stable, without his weight dragging it free of the deck plating.

No. He doesn't move, doesn't act-and the moment's gone. A faint shearing scrape of metal on blade as the disk slices free of the edge. And Rinzler's falling, dropping through the air, away from threat and target both. All the time in the system to dock his disk now. Rezz up a jet, make his way back, and try to ignore how badly he'd failed.

Never again. Things would be different, next time.]