Post by Airwatcher on Nov 1, 2017 23:02:17 GMT
Airwatcher strolled through the Kaon's streets, simply to acquire some meager bearings of the vast city-fortress. He'd only recently arrived back to the war, and poking around his very possible new home sounded like a good way to pass time before a large mission began.
Or if he needed to scout out something. Or whatever the heck the cronies in high-command wanted done. The seeker rolled his eyes behind his mask, releasing a small ex-vent as his restless wandering brought him towards what appeared to be a medical facility. it looked a little rusted, ill-tended, and not to mention a little wrecked. A few thousand years of no use often did that to a building though. He stared at the long flat structure casually, pondering if there was anything inside worth using. He had been given a few scratches by some old narrowly-escaped traps. Apparently he'd gone done one too many wrong alleyways or something without enough care.
He leaned against the wall of one musty building across the medical center. He could use a small touch-up. And while he wouldn't get the old place running again, he could always us some repair. His mild green helmet let out a small hiss of a vent as his lungs clenched for a second. Airwather sputtered a sudden cough as he was reminded again how much adjusting his systems were going through in order to remain in cybertron--and the filthy *kaon* for that matter.
"Why can Decepticons never be clean ?" He wondered. "Would it kill to not have everything surrounded with shadows and dim red-lights? Sheesh." Airwatcher shook his helm, dusting himself off as he again considered the medical bay.
Or if he needed to scout out something. Or whatever the heck the cronies in high-command wanted done. The seeker rolled his eyes behind his mask, releasing a small ex-vent as his restless wandering brought him towards what appeared to be a medical facility. it looked a little rusted, ill-tended, and not to mention a little wrecked. A few thousand years of no use often did that to a building though. He stared at the long flat structure casually, pondering if there was anything inside worth using. He had been given a few scratches by some old narrowly-escaped traps. Apparently he'd gone done one too many wrong alleyways or something without enough care.
He leaned against the wall of one musty building across the medical center. He could use a small touch-up. And while he wouldn't get the old place running again, he could always us some repair. His mild green helmet let out a small hiss of a vent as his lungs clenched for a second. Airwather sputtered a sudden cough as he was reminded again how much adjusting his systems were going through in order to remain in cybertron--and the filthy *kaon* for that matter.
"Why can Decepticons never be clean ?" He wondered. "Would it kill to not have everything surrounded with shadows and dim red-lights? Sheesh." Airwatcher shook his helm, dusting himself off as he again considered the medical bay.