Post by Bowhead on Jan 9, 2015 22:47:08 GMT -5
'Twas a cold night, as often it was in the frozen hell of the northernmost parts of Asia. The stomping grounds once patrolled by those following the teachings of Marx, Siberia, found itself host to a much more literal iron curtain... that of a Cybertronian. It was difficult to hide a signal so strong as this, a fact lamented by the origin point when the blizzard that once made it impossible to pinpoint him finally faded away.
Now exposed to prying eyes, the immense figure very quickly took action; treads spraying snow as it retreated into the region's infamous mountains so as to cut off many options for flanking. The temperature, well below thirty degrees celsius, proved to be a great aid to this strange entity; allowing it to cross many a frozen lake on it's path to percieved safety and solitude. Such delusions would likely be shattered momentarily, however, by forces of either faction seeking to identify and claim the signal...
--
Explosion after explosion echoed through the mountain range as Dedicatus used his massive cannon to blow through meter upon meter of stone; slowly digging into the side of a mountain for cover from the doubtless inbound cybertronians. As little power that may have been present in his cerebral circuitry, Dedicatus wasn't oblivious to the danger he or the small, soft creatures within him were in from his kindred, as many did not care for fleshy things or any outside of their own forces.
Eventually the thunder of weapons fire ceased and the treaded colossus backed into the newly-formed cave, gates opening to store his precious cargo of wildlife into the protective walls of the cavern. Creatures Cervine, Equine, Canine, and beyond were ejected quickly, but gently, into the temporary housing situation... the behemoth rolling out after he was finished and loading another shell into his howitzer. "I'm getting far too old for this scrap... Earth would be so pretty and nice if not for my kin and their war trying to ruin everything on this world too. Like watching mewling Earthling children fight. Maybe spank both sides...".
Now exposed to prying eyes, the immense figure very quickly took action; treads spraying snow as it retreated into the region's infamous mountains so as to cut off many options for flanking. The temperature, well below thirty degrees celsius, proved to be a great aid to this strange entity; allowing it to cross many a frozen lake on it's path to percieved safety and solitude. Such delusions would likely be shattered momentarily, however, by forces of either faction seeking to identify and claim the signal...
--
Explosion after explosion echoed through the mountain range as Dedicatus used his massive cannon to blow through meter upon meter of stone; slowly digging into the side of a mountain for cover from the doubtless inbound cybertronians. As little power that may have been present in his cerebral circuitry, Dedicatus wasn't oblivious to the danger he or the small, soft creatures within him were in from his kindred, as many did not care for fleshy things or any outside of their own forces.
Eventually the thunder of weapons fire ceased and the treaded colossus backed into the newly-formed cave, gates opening to store his precious cargo of wildlife into the protective walls of the cavern. Creatures Cervine, Equine, Canine, and beyond were ejected quickly, but gently, into the temporary housing situation... the behemoth rolling out after he was finished and loading another shell into his howitzer. "I'm getting far too old for this scrap... Earth would be so pretty and nice if not for my kin and their war trying to ruin everything on this world too. Like watching mewling Earthling children fight. Maybe spank both sides...".
