Seen from the Shadows

Welcome one and all to the behind the scene actions of The Poison Lightning under Commander Acidstorm's command. Here you will find some of the drones that act as "NPC" characters on the battle ship. ((Independent TF:P Drone Blog. NFSW gore and violence...

[acid-laced-wings]

Santa's little elves.

[fly-loud-mumble-soft-deactivate]

//: “<Don’t blame yourself, I saw him only a few moments, but he disappeared off my radar too, but he’s in that area, so keep looking…>” 

He moved to get a better point of view, seeing the backlot from where he was, but not Nevelle yet— oh wait, there he is, he sees him…

[helpfromtheshadows-blog]

//: "Right..." he sighed, continuing to look. He felt bad, he was the ground team, just him, and would be easier for him to flush their target out, but he /lost/ them...His engine rumbled softly in frustration before he cut it off, sitting there a moment, thinking...Where were small spaces he could fit into..only one way to find out...

He transformed, starting to wiggle his way in and out of small spaces, looking for the mech in question.

[acid-laced-wings]

Santa's little elves.

[rabblehouse-blog]

Their quarry was fast, feisty, keeping two steps ahead of every one of Nevelle’s, but even a racer isn’t crafty enough to avoid cars parking in awkward places, making for some truely terrible evasion plans, skidding and going down an alley to the loading dock of the commissary building… 

There, the red mech with the Decepticon IP signal transformed, his long, rabbit-ear sensors twitching and flicking as he determined the two hunters spark signals and ducked under one of the Semis docked to the building and unloading food stores, going silent…

[helpfromtheshadows-blog]

It took a little longer for Nevelle to get there, folding down into his alt mode and turning on his headlights so he could see better in the dark spaces...Damnit, where'd he go, he was almost right on top of him until he disappeared.

//: "Do you have anything, sir? I...I think I might have lost him..." he sounded so hurt, like he'd completely screwed up and failed entirely...

[acid-laced-wings]

Santa's little elves.

[fly-loud-mumble-soft-deactivate]

//: “<Saw it, the other signal I caught earlier was a definite drone signal, this… I’m not sure, it’s like it’s custom…  Like he’s a signal hopper or hiding under a facade… Follow and confirm.>” 

By this time, Roose had crossed the borders of the Base himself and was doing some over-head scoping, trying to pinpoint the runner. //: “<Catch up to him quick, before he disappears again.>”

[helpfromtheshadows-blog]

//: "Right, I'm on it." With that, he took off full speed, running from cover to cover as fast as he could, following the signal, always keeping it at least on the very edge of his scanner range. He was excited, enerdrenaline running through his frame. He hoped this was their target...

[acid-laced-wings]

Santa's little elves.

[fly-loud-mumble-soft-deactivate]

Roosevelt dropped out of vehicle form a little ways outside of town, sneaking in via the back alleys and between of buildings, even crawling up and over a few roofs if he thought he could get away with putting his weight on top of them.

[rabblehouse-blog]

And while Roose tries to pull off feats of acrobatics and stealth meant for samurai bots and actual sabotuers. and he’s to the point he’s wondering if it’d be too much to get an upgrade to a triplechanger at this point.

There’s a decepticon reading pinging somewhere up-base, and it just /starts up/, not just hanging there as the sensor net ghosts over the area with tentative pinging.

Best part? The second it’s pinged, it takes off like a rabbit.

Gentlemechs, on your mark…

[helpfromtheshadows-blog]

//: "You saw that, too, right? I didn't just see that on my scanner, did I, sir?"

He paused a moment, scanning the area again...It was worth a shot to follow it he thought, so quietly, he darted after the way the ping went.

[acid-laced-wings]

Santa's little elves.

[fly-loud-mumble-soft-deactivate]

//: “<getting some demands on the commline, Human origin, so I’m going to drop down, and keep hidden, I’ll meet up with you inside.>”

Wish him luck, twenty feet of helidrone ninja-sneaking through a town to a base’s borders… there’s gonna be some interesting news reports come tomorrow.

[helpfromtheshadows-blog]

//: "Right. I can understand that. They seem to have their police forces out, I saw many a cop car on the streets. Their military must have reported to them, probably something with you. Watch out and get here when you can.."

With that, he shifted back to his root form, stretching the kinks out of his joints a moment, before hopping over the fence. He was small, but not that small, he'd still be easy to spot out in the open..but his black paint made for easy cover in the shadows and

[acid-laced-wings]

Santa's little elves.

[fly-loud-mumble-soft-deactivate]

//: “Shouldn’t be hard, look for admition gates and human guards.”

He beat the air as he drew closer to the town, already running every color and form of scanning he was capable of that could pick up an Autobot code and/or a transmitting comm signal.

[helpfromtheshadows-blog]

//: "Right...But I won't be able to in the gates, you know. That's why they're guarded."

He headed into the town, searching up and down the streets, smaller allies, and the like, before looking for the base. Once found, he snuck off into the dark areas of the fence,

//: "I'm about to head in...have any trouble up there?"

[acid-laced-wings]

Santa's little elves.

[fly-loud-mumble-soft-deactivate]

He too was appreciative of Acidstorm’s lead, giving all of them tasks to attend to to keep them busy, saving the day cycles named ‘Firday’ and ‘Starday’… those were their names, right? as days off if they completed two assigned tasks either early in the day or late at night, the rest of those days were otherwise free to spend on their own whims.

//: “<I think I see the town ahead…>”

[helpfromtheshadows-blog]

"Right. We'll need to find the military base, though...I'll scout the town first, see if I find anything, though.."

Nevelle wasn't normally a serious mech, quite the opposite...But he was very serious right now, wanting to get this done and go back home...He was still young, he got bored easily, tired to, and it was starting to get to him..Not to mention his frame ached from the bumpy roads...

[acid-laced-wings]

Santa's little elves.

[fly-loud-mumble-soft-deactivate]

//: “<Copy that, sending you the road number now.” internally pulling up his HUD and the map schematics he’s had on the sidelines, Battle Mountain Airport was just down the road from Elko… so that would be where they’ll be continuing their search next.

He bounced the road down to Nevelle, so he’d know which road to take, and pulled away, heading down the beaten air ways, and soon was thanking the gods above he was out of the path of oncoming airplanes that dwarfed him in size.

[helpfromtheshadows-blog]

Nevelle revved his engine, darting down the road sent to him, letting himself relax some on the open stretch of road. He hadn't really been given missions often back on the Nemesis, so this was something of a treat for the small mech...Now he only wished to actually find their target...

[acid-laced-wings]

Santa's little elves.

[fly-loud-mumble-soft-deactivate]

Roosevelt kept an optic on the excitable little mech, going high up, but keeping low to not get run out of the sky by an airplane, watching the ground as the little drone darted this way and that. Watching for any potential movement the grounder’s optics and scanners might have missed.

[helpfromtheshadows-blog]

The two-wheeler was careful, driving into small places in the airport he'd thought of that he might hide in, but to no luck. //: "He's not here. I think there's a military base or something the next few towns over. We could check the towns on the way over?"

[acid-laced-wings]

Santa's little elves.

[fly-loud-mumble-soft-deactivate]

He thought about it, surveying the scene down below once more, before nodding “<I’ll be your eye in the sky, then, and we’ll see if we can’t sniff him out and run him down.>”

With that, the helidrone took to the air again, rotors cutting the air in thrumming turns.

[helpfromtheshadows-blog]

The little mech perked, excited his idea had been taken into consideration. He nodded, jumping up and transforming, bolting down the hill excitedly, determined to prove this was the right idea. So, he decided to first head for a nearby airport and continue on from there.

[acid-laced-wings]

Santa's little elves.

[fly-loud-mumble-soft-deactivate]

"<Remember we need to keep hidden. I’m not exactly the best at that. you realize. I have no ground-alt like you do.>" He looked long sided at the younger mech, then down at the airfields below… He’ll be adding ‘two wheelers’ to his list of things least enjoyable to hunt down.

[helpfromtheshadows-blog]

"I know that but you could always follow a little ways off in the air, within comm-range, while I go in on the ground...You get the veiw from above while I try and flush him out!" he chirped, trying to think of places he himself would hide, considering how small he was, too...

[acid-laced-wings]

Santa's little elves.

[fly-loud-mumble-soft-deactivate]

The Helidrone rattled his rotors, overlooking the area.

"<Hard to get a good read on this zone. Too much Comm traffic.>" he muttered, crossing his arms. Convinced that if they looked hard enough, they might spot the red racer, even in vehicle form, from their lofty perch.

No such luck, though.

[helpfromtheshadows-blog]

"Well, what about getting down lower and looking in more secure places? Places like Airports or something, they usually have pretty decent security I think..." Nevelle hummed, looking up to him. "Or do you think he'd hide more open? Somewhere he could watch better?"

[acid-laced-wings]

Santa's little elves.

[fly-loud-mumble-soft-deactivate]

Battle Mountain was quite a ways up the road, Roosevelt had to actually keep low in order to avoid sharing the air with planes from the nearby airport…

He transformed and stayed low in hiding, waiting for Nevelle’s signature to get in range… Not even detecting anything else in such heavy air traffic and radio waves… and an airport would have been perfect for an intelligence officer to hide near, it’d more easily mask their attempts of making contact.

[helpfromtheshadows-blog]

He rolled up not long after, transforming and climbing up to him. "What's a next plan, sir? Continue on to the othe cities?"

He sat down, looking around, he hadn't even been up this high before when not on a ship. It was interesting to him and very distracting, but he had to stay focused..

[acid-laced-wings]

Santa's little elves.

[fly-loud-mumble-soft-deactivate]

Roosevelt scouted the town he had initially chosen by making low passes over it back and forth, using every sensor he possibly had to try and find signs of Cybertronian life… At most, he detected a vehicon hiding, probably shirking his duties in finding the escaped Autobots… Who knows?

//: “<Nothing, just a stray vehicon. I’m heading to Battle Mountain now>”

He pans away to meet his partner at their rendezvue point, as stated prior before they both parted ways.

[helpfromtheshadows-blog]

"Right, headed there now."

He was kind of disappointed for not finding the Autobot yet, but he kept up hope that he'd be the one to find him...

[acid-laced-wings]

Santa's little elves.

[fly-loud-mumble-soft-deactivate]

Roose hovered out from under the Poison Lightning, the second he was free and clear he jetted off, rotors cutting the air and making hearty thrumming noises, heading out for the first intended city…

They keeping on the horn because an autobot, an intelligence autobot, all alone will feel vulnerable, he’ll want backup, to find the rest of the herd… So he’ll try to keep in touch.

So if he makes a peep, the only ones he’ll be calling on are the two scouts.

[helpfromtheshadows-blog]

The little mech shot fast through the desert, heading towards the roads of the Nevadan desert, determined to not disappoint Roose or his commader. He wanted to prove he was worth the trouble he sometimes caused...

He made good time, rolling into Winneucca at speed limit, searching around and pinging back and forth through the cell towers in the area to get a better read on the town. In the end, he found nothing... //: "Not here, sir."

[acid-laced-wings]

Santa's little elves.

[fly-loud-mumble-soft-deactivate]

He internally nodded, approving of his intelligence. “<If you drive on the roads, mind the speed limit.>” He pulled up an internal record of the area, of his old scouting records and on the side, pulled up googlemaps of the area with the location’s coordinates…

"<I’ll go investigate Fallon city, and you will go up the road and investigate Winnemucca. then go up road 80, I will meet you at battle mountain… head to Carlin, and then Elko, then move on to Wells…>"

[helpfromtheshadows-blog]

He nodded and turned around, dropping into his alt mode, his holoform fizzling to life. "Alright, alright, I think I get it. I'll head on out then. I'll contact you if I find something." he hummed before bolting off.

[acid-laced-wings]

Santa's little elves.

[fly-loud-mumble-soft-deactivate]

"<…Yes. But be careful, I won’t be able to make it to you as expeditiously if you get into trouble, and keep the comm line open at all times, If you fall out of contact, I’ll be right there.>"

Roosevelt was nervous about letting Nevelle alone, but the two-wheeler was right, they’d cover more ground by splitting up.

So with that. Roosevelt hopped and transformed mid arch and caught himself in the hover.

"<Is that clear?>"

[helpfromtheshadows-blog]

"Alright, I'll be careful, don't worry. I have a holoform to keep me disguised from the humans.." the little drone hummed, engine rumbling excitedly.

He had never gotten to go out on his own, this was his chance to prove himself!

"Where...Where should I start?"