Oh, awesomesauce
Characters: IDW Verity Carlo, IDW Ironfist, OPEN
Content: Verity wakes up and is...Verity
Location: Central Iacon, near an old transit hub
Time of day: Midday
Warnings: None at the moment
Status: (Active/Finished?) Active
Verity woke with a groan, face down on the pavement. Yeah, whatever she drank last night? Once she remembered what the frag it was called, she'd put it on a list to Never Drink Again. Whoa.
She pushed back onto her knees, head spinning. It took her a few moments and more than a few blinks, to really get a look at her surroundings. Then a few more to convince herself it wasn't a dream. It looked...Cybertronian.
How the...?
She scrambled to her feet, looking around the transit hub. But...there were no mechs. No signs that any trains (or whatever they called the) would come along the long track. But somehow, it didn't seem dead. Not like Garrus-9, a place so full of death it seemed to howl with it. This wasn't dead. Just...quiet.
I thought this was over, she thought. I thought...back to the grind. The Autobots had dumped her back on Earth, with a ton of bland thank yous, despite her protests. She didn't want to go back there. Never had. But...they had given her no choice.
And now this.
Her rucksack was at her feet, filled, as usual, with a couple days' supplies--food, clothing, a small bottle of water. Water. That'd be the problem, she thought through the rising hangover, automatically. And standing around here solved fraggin' nothing.
She dug deeper and found her minicomp, and activated it. Time to find out what was going on.
[Autobot frequencies, but probably easily hackable by Decepticons, should anyone care to]
//Verity Carlo, Wreckers unit. Reporting. What's our op-status?\\
Content: Verity wakes up and is...Verity
Location: Central Iacon, near an old transit hub
Time of day: Midday
Warnings: None at the moment
Status: (Active/Finished?) Active
Verity woke with a groan, face down on the pavement. Yeah, whatever she drank last night? Once she remembered what the frag it was called, she'd put it on a list to Never Drink Again. Whoa.
She pushed back onto her knees, head spinning. It took her a few moments and more than a few blinks, to really get a look at her surroundings. Then a few more to convince herself it wasn't a dream. It looked...Cybertronian.
How the...?
She scrambled to her feet, looking around the transit hub. But...there were no mechs. No signs that any trains (or whatever they called the) would come along the long track. But somehow, it didn't seem dead. Not like Garrus-9, a place so full of death it seemed to howl with it. This wasn't dead. Just...quiet.
I thought this was over, she thought. I thought...back to the grind. The Autobots had dumped her back on Earth, with a ton of bland thank yous, despite her protests. She didn't want to go back there. Never had. But...they had given her no choice.
And now this.
Her rucksack was at her feet, filled, as usual, with a couple days' supplies--food, clothing, a small bottle of water. Water. That'd be the problem, she thought through the rising hangover, automatically. And standing around here solved fraggin' nothing.
She dug deeper and found her minicomp, and activated it. Time to find out what was going on.
[Autobot frequencies, but probably easily hackable by Decepticons, should anyone care to]
//Verity Carlo, Wreckers unit. Reporting. What's our op-status?\\