Post by Nines on Nov 12, 2019 1:01:32 GMT
((Nines , @gearshift ))
The sands carried with them the testament of the forgotten, charred and lost. Tinkling against the countless scrap metal within the Sea of Rust the dirt continued endless coating across the land. In the midst of the calm before the storm, a portal grafted itself to life, twirling its lively shades of blues and greens before producing a single cloaked mech.
Nines kept his secondary visor down over his optics, his triple-scope rotating and honing in one the shadowed structures ahead. Just as warm and cozy as I left you. Nines grunted to himself, clinging to his tattered garments as he began his journey; the warp closing behind him. Alone, Nines focused on his destination: a scrap heap of broken structures, one piled atop the others. Undaunted the mech continued his path, too absorbed in memory and the purpose of his task to check if he was being followed. Pausing at the entrance of the crooked structures, he blinked his silver blue optics in memory of what the structure once was.
Home. He wanted to say out loud. The countless pieces of loose shrapnel began to blow through the air, encouraging the mech to enter his ancient facility. Simply heaving open a door, Nines revisited his first lab. Changing his lens to night vision, Nines continued unhindered by shadow as his vision became composed of greens. He ventured to the heart of the lab, past all the decay and the rust. He passed long- offline bodies he knew by name or number.
Unnerving. Nines decided to himself. He persisted to a corridor with the only clean entrance in the building. Taking a small breath, Nines sent the code to the built-in computers barricading the door his codes. The door clicked open. Nines slid in, leaving the door ajar as he approached a monitor. The room was vast, full of berths, and equipment. Organized shelved tools surrounded the workshop in isles. Noting the layer of dust in the room, Nines gladly concluded no one had frequented the workshop. Nines cracking his knuckles, Nines began looking through his spare pieces.
The sands carried with them the testament of the forgotten, charred and lost. Tinkling against the countless scrap metal within the Sea of Rust the dirt continued endless coating across the land. In the midst of the calm before the storm, a portal grafted itself to life, twirling its lively shades of blues and greens before producing a single cloaked mech.
Nines kept his secondary visor down over his optics, his triple-scope rotating and honing in one the shadowed structures ahead. Just as warm and cozy as I left you. Nines grunted to himself, clinging to his tattered garments as he began his journey; the warp closing behind him. Alone, Nines focused on his destination: a scrap heap of broken structures, one piled atop the others. Undaunted the mech continued his path, too absorbed in memory and the purpose of his task to check if he was being followed. Pausing at the entrance of the crooked structures, he blinked his silver blue optics in memory of what the structure once was.
Home. He wanted to say out loud. The countless pieces of loose shrapnel began to blow through the air, encouraging the mech to enter his ancient facility. Simply heaving open a door, Nines revisited his first lab. Changing his lens to night vision, Nines continued unhindered by shadow as his vision became composed of greens. He ventured to the heart of the lab, past all the decay and the rust. He passed long- offline bodies he knew by name or number.
Unnerving. Nines decided to himself. He persisted to a corridor with the only clean entrance in the building. Taking a small breath, Nines sent the code to the built-in computers barricading the door his codes. The door clicked open. Nines slid in, leaving the door ajar as he approached a monitor. The room was vast, full of berths, and equipment. Organized shelved tools surrounded the workshop in isles. Noting the layer of dust in the room, Nines gladly concluded no one had frequented the workshop. Nines cracking his knuckles, Nines began looking through his spare pieces.