Post by Taggon on Aug 28, 2016 13:25:49 GMT
Chapter 1:
Tagged: (( RedOptics , Shatterbeam , Astrinal
The order in which you have been tagged is the posting order. : 3 ))
- Beginnings are easier than ends.
Capes, flashy gadgets, handsome men and women, followed by a happy ending. Humans had strange ways of conveying what to do with good or bad when it came to morals. They promoted so much of what their core beliefs represented through icons, in the form of ‘super heroes’. Taggon had leafed through several of their comic-chronicles. Humans liked fairy tales, and understandably so. Living a different reality was always considered a good break by many from what really was. Because in real life there weren’t always princely figures who strode for saving the universe, and who were at the right time or place. Frankly, the ‘bad guys’ didn’t always monologue for two pages either. No. The enemy hit without warning, without offering time or space for a counter attack. That was reality.
It made Taggon wonder if his own hopes for a new golden age were just something childish and unreachable like these comics. Dreamers eventually had to wake up. Although Taggon wasn’t known to be the sleepy type.
Taggon sat quietly in the chamber, waiting for his comrades to arrive. He sunk his helm down so his visor faced the floor. Who would have ever thought He’d be in such a position as this? Taggon shook his helm at himself. Things changed. He stood up from his seat, as he swiped his servo across a data pad screen, looking through the lists of names of those who were on there way. He grunted as he strained his mind to remember all of the names. He was better with faces, the fact that there wasn’t a little picture of their faceplate made it tricky for the vehicon. He liked that old-school method of identification much a tad better.
Still, it didn’t kill to tap on their names, and open a file for their appearance. He just would have preferred another way. Taggon put the data pad away, mumbling the names so that when they arrived, he wouldn’t be caught trying to remember the names of those he needed to speak with.
Other than this chat, it was going to be an ordinary day of carrying out the plan of the Prime.
Tagged: (( RedOptics , Shatterbeam , Astrinal
The order in which you have been tagged is the posting order. : 3 ))
- Beginnings are easier than ends.
So....
What are you waiting for?
What are you waiting for?
Capes, flashy gadgets, handsome men and women, followed by a happy ending. Humans had strange ways of conveying what to do with good or bad when it came to morals. They promoted so much of what their core beliefs represented through icons, in the form of ‘super heroes’. Taggon had leafed through several of their comic-chronicles. Humans liked fairy tales, and understandably so. Living a different reality was always considered a good break by many from what really was. Because in real life there weren’t always princely figures who strode for saving the universe, and who were at the right time or place. Frankly, the ‘bad guys’ didn’t always monologue for two pages either. No. The enemy hit without warning, without offering time or space for a counter attack. That was reality.
It made Taggon wonder if his own hopes for a new golden age were just something childish and unreachable like these comics. Dreamers eventually had to wake up. Although Taggon wasn’t known to be the sleepy type.
Taggon sat quietly in the chamber, waiting for his comrades to arrive. He sunk his helm down so his visor faced the floor. Who would have ever thought He’d be in such a position as this? Taggon shook his helm at himself. Things changed. He stood up from his seat, as he swiped his servo across a data pad screen, looking through the lists of names of those who were on there way. He grunted as he strained his mind to remember all of the names. He was better with faces, the fact that there wasn’t a little picture of their faceplate made it tricky for the vehicon. He liked that old-school method of identification much a tad better.
Still, it didn’t kill to tap on their names, and open a file for their appearance. He just would have preferred another way. Taggon put the data pad away, mumbling the names so that when they arrived, he wouldn’t be caught trying to remember the names of those he needed to speak with.
Other than this chat, it was going to be an ordinary day of carrying out the plan of the Prime.