Grounded
(( TC's aftermath from Sunstorm's post EDIT: Added a little more to the end. ))
*still stranded in the cold nether regions of Antarctica, waiting for his energy reserves to replenish enough so he could finally leave*
[internal log]
Sunstorm... is fallible.
I don't know why that bothers me now, even after he could have left me for "dead" on this frigid land. I never actually believed he was a supernatural being. Just another one of us seekers who ended up getting fitted with some experimental technology. Until recently...
It was just some of the things he used to say, that made me wonder. Was it really true? Could he actually prove it if anyone gave him a chance? I started to believe, after what I have seen so far on this mission. Ancient arts and actions that could not be reasoned with dry logic. Makes me realize how much this is over my head... I still don't understand why some things are. From what Farhenheight said, it sounded like these things were from the past, but yet... also connected to the future. I'm not sure.
*sighs* *checks diagnostics on the status of his energy level and other minor internal repairs again*
I don't know just what it was I said that made Sunstorm go all voodoo and put some kind of ancient Cybertronian mark on me. Something that sounds permanent. Even though I can't see the engraved marks, I can feel them.
Slagging. Sucks.
Called me a Gaurdian too. Maybe... I dunno, I think that's because he knows about my weakness about not wanting to destroy lifeforms that have nothing to do with the Cybertronian conflicts.
And how long am I supposed to carry these weapons anyway? If I hide them somewhere safe, would I still be okay? Slag... I just hope I don't make one wrong move, and end up becoming a fragging pile of ash. :p
[/end internal log]
*checks diagnostics on the status of his energy level... again*
[SComm: Sunstorm] Sunstorm, how long am I supposed to hold onto these weapons? And what if Starscream figures out that I have them?! [/end]
*no reply, or reponse that the comm was even heard*
[SComm: Sunstorm] Hey, where the frag are you? [/end]
*still nothing*
[SComm: Sunstorm] Hello? *mutters* Smelt-sucker... [/end]
*sighs*
[SComm: Quest members (sans Sunstorm and Starscream)] Sunstorm got away from me. Currently stranded in the southern sector of Earth. Drained of energy, waiting for my reserves to recharge. Will regroup as soon as I can fly again. [/end]
*still stranded in the cold nether regions of Antarctica, waiting for his energy reserves to replenish enough so he could finally leave*
[internal log]
Sunstorm... is fallible.
I don't know why that bothers me now, even after he could have left me for "dead" on this frigid land. I never actually believed he was a supernatural being. Just another one of us seekers who ended up getting fitted with some experimental technology. Until recently...
It was just some of the things he used to say, that made me wonder. Was it really true? Could he actually prove it if anyone gave him a chance? I started to believe, after what I have seen so far on this mission. Ancient arts and actions that could not be reasoned with dry logic. Makes me realize how much this is over my head... I still don't understand why some things are. From what Farhenheight said, it sounded like these things were from the past, but yet... also connected to the future. I'm not sure.
*sighs* *checks diagnostics on the status of his energy level and other minor internal repairs again*
I don't know just what it was I said that made Sunstorm go all voodoo and put some kind of ancient Cybertronian mark on me. Something that sounds permanent. Even though I can't see the engraved marks, I can feel them.
Slagging. Sucks.
Called me a Gaurdian too. Maybe... I dunno, I think that's because he knows about my weakness about not wanting to destroy lifeforms that have nothing to do with the Cybertronian conflicts.
And how long am I supposed to carry these weapons anyway? If I hide them somewhere safe, would I still be okay? Slag... I just hope I don't make one wrong move, and end up becoming a fragging pile of ash. :p
[/end internal log]
*checks diagnostics on the status of his energy level... again*
[SComm: Sunstorm] Sunstorm, how long am I supposed to hold onto these weapons? And what if Starscream figures out that I have them?! [/end]
*no reply, or reponse that the comm was even heard*
[SComm: Sunstorm] Hey, where the frag are you? [/end]
*still nothing*
[SComm: Sunstorm] Hello? *mutters* Smelt-sucker... [/end]
*sighs*
[SComm: Quest members (sans Sunstorm and Starscream)] Sunstorm got away from me. Currently stranded in the southern sector of Earth. Drained of energy, waiting for my reserves to recharge. Will regroup as soon as I can fly again. [/end]