Post by Riptide on Feb 8, 2016 5:20:40 GMT
How long had it been since he had crashed back on Earth? A week? Maybe two? Riptide had lost count, and sadly he was afraid it might be his last. Two crude skeletal forearms and hands were attached to his arms now instead of the formerly natural biotech armor. This was a result of his adventures in space when he was captured by the Silver Starz gang. ~Some adventure that turned out to be...~ He thought as he lay in his bunk inside his former resting quarters. It was about the only part of the ship not over-run with ice. Honestly the mech had a few new stories to tell, though it seemed he was not going to get the chance to. His energon reserves were low and his systems were close to freezing up.
Well... this sucks. The mech sighed and decided to move from the bunk and walk outside the quarters, where he promptly slipped on the ice coating the floor. After a rather slapstick scene of many falls Riptide managed to make it to the wall of ice that separated him from the other half of the ship. See, when the mech had crash landed his ship had split in half after hitting a glacier. It had then smashed through layers of ice and when Riptide awoke he was in the cockpit still with a spire of ice sticking through the viewport, inches away from his face. After getting out of the cockpit he found that he was separated from the Communications Room, and that his own internal comm had been knocked out of whack. Now the mech was once again staring down the ice wall that separated him from contacting someone to save him.
He sighed and banged his head against it. For some reason ever since his experiences in space he just had not been able to access his water controlling abilities. Otherwise he would have long melted the ice around him. He banged his head against the wall of ice again and heard a crack. Once again he banged, then banged again, then again, and finally a large crack split open and the wall crumbled. Right... two ton giant robot man beat ice wall. He shook his head and walked into the now accessible comms room. He checked the signal and saw he had one bar. I am so glad I got the Space Mobile plan... The mech activated the comm and clicked on an open channel as he was sure the code for the Autobot ones had changed. To anyone out there, be it Autobot, Decepticon, or trucker. This is Bounty Hunter Riptide requesting help in the Arctic. My ship is buried under ice and I'm trapped inside. Any help would be greatly appreciated and rewarded with a hug and a kiss!
Well... this sucks. The mech sighed and decided to move from the bunk and walk outside the quarters, where he promptly slipped on the ice coating the floor. After a rather slapstick scene of many falls Riptide managed to make it to the wall of ice that separated him from the other half of the ship. See, when the mech had crash landed his ship had split in half after hitting a glacier. It had then smashed through layers of ice and when Riptide awoke he was in the cockpit still with a spire of ice sticking through the viewport, inches away from his face. After getting out of the cockpit he found that he was separated from the Communications Room, and that his own internal comm had been knocked out of whack. Now the mech was once again staring down the ice wall that separated him from contacting someone to save him.
He sighed and banged his head against it. For some reason ever since his experiences in space he just had not been able to access his water controlling abilities. Otherwise he would have long melted the ice around him. He banged his head against the wall of ice again and heard a crack. Once again he banged, then banged again, then again, and finally a large crack split open and the wall crumbled. Right... two ton giant robot man beat ice wall. He shook his head and walked into the now accessible comms room. He checked the signal and saw he had one bar. I am so glad I got the Space Mobile plan... The mech activated the comm and clicked on an open channel as he was sure the code for the Autobot ones had changed. To anyone out there, be it Autobot, Decepticon, or trucker. This is Bounty Hunter Riptide requesting help in the Arctic. My ship is buried under ice and I'm trapped inside. Any help would be greatly appreciated and rewarded with a hug and a kiss!