Solving the Puzzle
TFA Lockdown
The morning after a barbiturate binge is always an interesting one, the hunter's processor not feeling too prime and most of his happy used up. He had ambled about his ship, fixing this tweaking that, pleased his leg felt better but grumbling over the throb in his head. He hadn't wanted to take anymore painkillers, not after the Blackout disaster and especially since he was in the midst of dealing with a potentially volatile device, discovered on Copter Island. He had figured it best to just ride out the ache and be grateful that he was able to use his leg properly again.
He is able to restore a little happy after his brief but entertaining comm call from Prowl, never one to pass up a chance to tease the ninja, especially in regard to 'past experiences'. The ninja is on his way to the Death's Head, a pressing issue obviously at hand given the urgency in his voice during their call. The hunter has no clue what to expect, too exhausted by the whole thing to really think too much on it and certainly not daft enough to get his hopes up for anything. Besides, he needs to focus on this device; sift through the information his database pulled up on its tech specs and hopefully figure out the meaning behind the glyphs inscribed on it.
Hovering over his work table, he analyzes data and wracks his sore processor over the alien device. He opens the hatch to his ship, anticipating the ninja's arrival at any moment and welcoming the fresh air and natural light that gushes in; two things he had always appreciated being a bot who's used to long stretches of space travel. He hopes the natural stimulants will aid his processor with the investigation.
(ooc: closed thread for plot development)
The morning after a barbiturate binge is always an interesting one, the hunter's processor not feeling too prime and most of his happy used up. He had ambled about his ship, fixing this tweaking that, pleased his leg felt better but grumbling over the throb in his head. He hadn't wanted to take anymore painkillers, not after the Blackout disaster and especially since he was in the midst of dealing with a potentially volatile device, discovered on Copter Island. He had figured it best to just ride out the ache and be grateful that he was able to use his leg properly again.
He is able to restore a little happy after his brief but entertaining comm call from Prowl, never one to pass up a chance to tease the ninja, especially in regard to 'past experiences'. The ninja is on his way to the Death's Head, a pressing issue obviously at hand given the urgency in his voice during their call. The hunter has no clue what to expect, too exhausted by the whole thing to really think too much on it and certainly not daft enough to get his hopes up for anything. Besides, he needs to focus on this device; sift through the information his database pulled up on its tech specs and hopefully figure out the meaning behind the glyphs inscribed on it.
Hovering over his work table, he analyzes data and wracks his sore processor over the alien device. He opens the hatch to his ship, anticipating the ninja's arrival at any moment and welcoming the fresh air and natural light that gushes in; two things he had always appreciated being a bot who's used to long stretches of space travel. He hopes the natural stimulants will aid his processor with the investigation.
(ooc: closed thread for plot development)