Post by Nines on Nov 29, 2019 23:39:45 GMT
(Nines , Amura )
The deep tropical rainforests and vast stretch of mountains extended endlessly through ought the continent. Sun beamed intensely into the peaks with humid weather, wearying any adventurous spirits challenging the geography for its sights.
Meanwhile, a lone mech sat atop one of the many mountains, indulging himself in yet another hideaway. His skeletal frame relaxed against a the stone of the mountain. The high view reminded him of when he’d frequented Vos’s infinitely tall towers. In his mind a curious sparkling peeped down over the railing to the city below; its immense traffic transforming and zig-zagging on its own. All the while the buildings themselves offering landing pads and luxurious hover-platforms for a host of high altitude guests. Jets pierced the clouds, and at night, stars smiled at the grand civilization.
Nines blinked as his mind compared the wildlife shrouding the ground as the exact opposite. Inhaling softly the mech subconsciously reached into his subspace, acquiring a few tools. His claw-arm required some adjustments. Although it was no secret some of his limbs were composed of scrap metal, he preferred to make any adjustments, repairs or even the occasional upgrade by himself. He felt a small part of him still transitioning to being an Autobot. After all the battles and conflicts he’d experienced the Autobot cause still made him feel out of place. As if he wasn’t fulfilling a purpose.
Nonetheless, the Deception faction was out of question.
Transforming his good servo into a plasma fuse, Nines began to dismantle and cut into the inner workings of his claw. In merely minute he found himself gazing at his own tendon-like pistons. Flexing his digits instinctively, the mech set to work.
The deep tropical rainforests and vast stretch of mountains extended endlessly through ought the continent. Sun beamed intensely into the peaks with humid weather, wearying any adventurous spirits challenging the geography for its sights.
Meanwhile, a lone mech sat atop one of the many mountains, indulging himself in yet another hideaway. His skeletal frame relaxed against a the stone of the mountain. The high view reminded him of when he’d frequented Vos’s infinitely tall towers. In his mind a curious sparkling peeped down over the railing to the city below; its immense traffic transforming and zig-zagging on its own. All the while the buildings themselves offering landing pads and luxurious hover-platforms for a host of high altitude guests. Jets pierced the clouds, and at night, stars smiled at the grand civilization.
Nines blinked as his mind compared the wildlife shrouding the ground as the exact opposite. Inhaling softly the mech subconsciously reached into his subspace, acquiring a few tools. His claw-arm required some adjustments. Although it was no secret some of his limbs were composed of scrap metal, he preferred to make any adjustments, repairs or even the occasional upgrade by himself. He felt a small part of him still transitioning to being an Autobot. After all the battles and conflicts he’d experienced the Autobot cause still made him feel out of place. As if he wasn’t fulfilling a purpose.
Nonetheless, the Deception faction was out of question.
Transforming his good servo into a plasma fuse, Nines began to dismantle and cut into the inner workings of his claw. In merely minute he found himself gazing at his own tendon-like pistons. Flexing his digits instinctively, the mech set to work.