Post by Shadowstrike on Feb 6, 2016 5:34:16 GMT
Located on the Nemesis a long corridor runs along the lower hull of the ship, with it's large space almost empty except for the blast doors on either side to prevent the area being used for boarding. In addition to the countless pathways sealed off by retracting shutters that close off the ship from it's exterior. Upon each of these pathways lies a pod designed for the crew of the ship to retreat into if ever compromised and requiring an evacuation. Although hardly ever to be expected the numerous pods capable of holding more than a dozen decepticons in each the large hallway with pods from floor to ceiling is more than capable of evacuating the entirety of the ships crew.
For that reason the decepticon assassin Shadow-Strike was walking the long walkway, his blood red optics staring off to either side as he looked at the huge pods. Their large mass requiring the central walkway to be tiny in comparision as they took up most of the room with each escape shutter sporting an eerie resemblance to the huge vaults of the Iacon archives. It was a room hardly visited due to the reality of groundbridges along with aerial fliers who simply did not require the mundane evacuation methods of air-restricted forms such as himself. While he paced slowly down the corridor his optics spotted in the distance a pod unlike the others which was currently being loaded up onto the escape rails by a group of vehicons. It was closed off, sealed from the outside as though jammed on the interior. It was a decision Shadow-Strike had made almost instantly upon request and one he looked forward to enjoying as he came to a stop in front of it.
The vehicon group who had been once working on it scurrying off after a dismissive but polite nod leaving the mech alone. His sharp claw like appendages reaching out upon their disappearance to trail across the frame of the pod as a small smirk crossed his face, then he was moving punching a trigger on the nearby command panel which instantly jettisoned the pod towards Earth. He knew it would take time to reach the planet.
For that reason the decepticon assassin Shadow-Strike was walking the long walkway, his blood red optics staring off to either side as he looked at the huge pods. Their large mass requiring the central walkway to be tiny in comparision as they took up most of the room with each escape shutter sporting an eerie resemblance to the huge vaults of the Iacon archives. It was a room hardly visited due to the reality of groundbridges along with aerial fliers who simply did not require the mundane evacuation methods of air-restricted forms such as himself. While he paced slowly down the corridor his optics spotted in the distance a pod unlike the others which was currently being loaded up onto the escape rails by a group of vehicons. It was closed off, sealed from the outside as though jammed on the interior. It was a decision Shadow-Strike had made almost instantly upon request and one he looked forward to enjoying as he came to a stop in front of it.
The vehicon group who had been once working on it scurrying off after a dismissive but polite nod leaving the mech alone. His sharp claw like appendages reaching out upon their disappearance to trail across the frame of the pod as a small smirk crossed his face, then he was moving punching a trigger on the nearby command panel which instantly jettisoned the pod towards Earth. He knew it would take time to reach the planet.