Post by ShadowZone on Oct 2, 2017 11:01:54 GMT
He was still too far. He heard no response from the Autobot, he had tried to reach Skyspray as well, but to no success. He assumed he was just still too far and the disturbances caused by the planet's particularities, interfered with the communication. He needed to continue. The canyons were once the location of ancient Autobot cities and remnants of those were still visible even now. He scanned some, to try and locate anything that would have been of use to him, preferably energon stored away. Walking past some of the buildings he observed the colossal bridges that would span over the sides of the canyon, some destroyed, others remaining precariously eaten away by time. He scanned the area for signatures that would suggest cybertronian activity as well. Decepticons were still a threat, although now further behind his location. He paused at one of the ruined buildings and studied the entrance. There were no signatures suggesting intelligent lifeforms. He entered as his scan picked up something else. He ducked down into the next room and continued. His primary goal was still to return home and he was not deviating far from it. The building however promised a plausible source of energon deep within its bowels. He hoped he was right. He remembered there being stories in the past, of how this place was riddled with traps, the ancient city not being welcoming to strangers.
He pushed what was once a door off to the side, and walked inside. The energy source appeared stronger then, the lower he went under ground. Still no Autobots or Decepticons though, not even a Neutral. The place felt completely abandoned, and must have been so for centuries, millenia even. He came face to face with a sturdy, undamaged doors, thicker and better preserved than the rest. The scan suggested this to be the location of the energy. He brushed away the dust over a panel to one side. It requested a code to be set in for the door to open. There were symbols in an ancient language he had neither learned nor known, but those were probably the words explaining or even just marking what was within those walls. He glanced back, to check that he was still alone, then turned to the panel again. There were several symbols there too, with a flat surface in between which appeared as though a servo had to be placed to it.
He moved back to the door, feeling the sides trying to see if it sustained any damage in the past, if there were any weakened spots that he could use to tear them open. He had punched them too, to evaluate their thickness. It gave a little, showing a dent. It was a private place after all, and not one that should have needed heavy guarding. He tried again. A bigger dent appeared. He paused and turned to look at the panel. Perhaps he could simply tap it and it would open?
At least this was proven not to be so, as neither the pressing on the buttons, nor his servo, caused the door to budge. The power had been out anyway, so manual prying of it would have done more than the attempt to decipher the symbols ever would. He found that after a few more hits there was a slight narrow gap that appeared between the sides of the door. Forcing his digits into it he began to yank it to one side. His injuries ached worse as his frame strained. A shorter bot than himself would have needed to turn back unsuccessful. He managed, with enough strain and effort, to pull it slowly apart. The mechanism whined but moved until there was enough space for him to peer inside.
The source of energy had indeed been energon cubes, stored away for later use. He could not move the door any more but as he reached in, several were still in his reach. He took one and studied it. It was a different process used to purify the energon into this state, and the taste certainly suggested that. But it would do. One was drank, then another. He tried to get a third, which he stored in his subspace. He managed to coax the door to open a little further, so that he could lean in, and he took several more, those he stored for later or for when he would return to Iacon, should that happen quicker. He then pushed the door as closed as he could again. Brought some debris against it to conceal it in part and make it harder for anyone else to enter the storage.
He marked the location in his memory , so that he could report it to the Prime and then continued out to the surface, slowly again. He could fly again, for longer. More cycles, then rest to cool down the remaining engines/thrusters, then more cycles of flight again.
Once he got out of the building he walked past several more, mapping out the area and scanning it for any potential danger that might have appeared, since he was last outside.
He pushed what was once a door off to the side, and walked inside. The energy source appeared stronger then, the lower he went under ground. Still no Autobots or Decepticons though, not even a Neutral. The place felt completely abandoned, and must have been so for centuries, millenia even. He came face to face with a sturdy, undamaged doors, thicker and better preserved than the rest. The scan suggested this to be the location of the energy. He brushed away the dust over a panel to one side. It requested a code to be set in for the door to open. There were symbols in an ancient language he had neither learned nor known, but those were probably the words explaining or even just marking what was within those walls. He glanced back, to check that he was still alone, then turned to the panel again. There were several symbols there too, with a flat surface in between which appeared as though a servo had to be placed to it.
He moved back to the door, feeling the sides trying to see if it sustained any damage in the past, if there were any weakened spots that he could use to tear them open. He had punched them too, to evaluate their thickness. It gave a little, showing a dent. It was a private place after all, and not one that should have needed heavy guarding. He tried again. A bigger dent appeared. He paused and turned to look at the panel. Perhaps he could simply tap it and it would open?
At least this was proven not to be so, as neither the pressing on the buttons, nor his servo, caused the door to budge. The power had been out anyway, so manual prying of it would have done more than the attempt to decipher the symbols ever would. He found that after a few more hits there was a slight narrow gap that appeared between the sides of the door. Forcing his digits into it he began to yank it to one side. His injuries ached worse as his frame strained. A shorter bot than himself would have needed to turn back unsuccessful. He managed, with enough strain and effort, to pull it slowly apart. The mechanism whined but moved until there was enough space for him to peer inside.
The source of energy had indeed been energon cubes, stored away for later use. He could not move the door any more but as he reached in, several were still in his reach. He took one and studied it. It was a different process used to purify the energon into this state, and the taste certainly suggested that. But it would do. One was drank, then another. He tried to get a third, which he stored in his subspace. He managed to coax the door to open a little further, so that he could lean in, and he took several more, those he stored for later or for when he would return to Iacon, should that happen quicker. He then pushed the door as closed as he could again. Brought some debris against it to conceal it in part and make it harder for anyone else to enter the storage.
He marked the location in his memory , so that he could report it to the Prime and then continued out to the surface, slowly again. He could fly again, for longer. More cycles, then rest to cool down the remaining engines/thrusters, then more cycles of flight again.
Once he got out of the building he walked past several more, mapping out the area and scanning it for any potential danger that might have appeared, since he was last outside.