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thisavrou_log2016-07-27 09:52 pm
petrifiedshadow) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-07-27 09:52 pm
[Closed] But I'm too tired to be fighting
Who: Starflight, Ratchet, & Peridot.
When: July 27th
Where: The Runoff Slave Outpost
What: Peridot and Ratchet launch a daring rescue to collect their wayward crewmate.
Warnings: Some injury discription
Starflight was certain he had never been this sore in his entire life. His whole body ached, and the only thing he was grateful for was the fact it was night and he could finally just stop moving. The constant nagging voice in the back of his mind kept reminding him he should have expected something like this to happen eventually, but something had always happened before to help him out of situations like this. His friends working together to escape the Summer Palace, or even Morrowseer swooping in to save him from Scarlet. But he'd never been held prisoner this long, not counting the Moira which hardly seemed fair. He'd been bought almost immediately after arriving on the outpost, and everyday had been a blur of work. It was mind numbing. There were whole days Starflight could barely remember, just an empty blankness that always felt like waking from a nightmare when he finally came back to himself.
He could feel the pressing weight of the metal harness keeping him from flying pushing down on his back, and he gingerly shifted to try and keep it from pressing on the sores that followed the edge of the metal, where it had bit into his skin and rubbed it raw. He was stretched out along the ground as far away from the building owned by his captor as the heavy chains holding him down could reach. A miserably, worn out puddle of shadow on the dark earth.
He supposed he should at least be thankful he was outside, and could see the night sky. It helped a little bit, even if everything was still wobbly from the glass over his eyes. His glass eyes? He was still frustrating unclear on that. All he knew was it made things incredibly difficult. He'd already broken off the tip of his glass ear from bumping into a wall he couldn't see properly.
Squinting into the darkness, he halfheartedly poked at his MID (ignoring the cuts around his hand from when his owner had tried removing it) in the dismal hope someone would pick up the signal.
When: July 27th
Where: The Runoff Slave Outpost
What: Peridot and Ratchet launch a daring rescue to collect their wayward crewmate.
Warnings: Some injury discription
Starflight was certain he had never been this sore in his entire life. His whole body ached, and the only thing he was grateful for was the fact it was night and he could finally just stop moving. The constant nagging voice in the back of his mind kept reminding him he should have expected something like this to happen eventually, but something had always happened before to help him out of situations like this. His friends working together to escape the Summer Palace, or even Morrowseer swooping in to save him from Scarlet. But he'd never been held prisoner this long, not counting the Moira which hardly seemed fair. He'd been bought almost immediately after arriving on the outpost, and everyday had been a blur of work. It was mind numbing. There were whole days Starflight could barely remember, just an empty blankness that always felt like waking from a nightmare when he finally came back to himself.
He could feel the pressing weight of the metal harness keeping him from flying pushing down on his back, and he gingerly shifted to try and keep it from pressing on the sores that followed the edge of the metal, where it had bit into his skin and rubbed it raw. He was stretched out along the ground as far away from the building owned by his captor as the heavy chains holding him down could reach. A miserably, worn out puddle of shadow on the dark earth.
He supposed he should at least be thankful he was outside, and could see the night sky. It helped a little bit, even if everything was still wobbly from the glass over his eyes. His glass eyes? He was still frustrating unclear on that. All he knew was it made things incredibly difficult. He'd already broken off the tip of his glass ear from bumping into a wall he couldn't see properly.
Squinting into the darkness, he halfheartedly poked at his MID (ignoring the cuts around his hand from when his owner had tried removing it) in the dismal hope someone would pick up the signal.
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From the distance there comes a familiar wobbling noise, faint at first, but then gradually much clearer.
Whump. Pause. Wub-a-wub-a-wub-a --
One of Peridot's flask robonoids comes ambling out of the dark, having apparently just jumped - or clambered over - the makeshift fence. There's an unusual device attached to it, something that looks like it was slapped on to the little robot in a hurry.
It almost seems like it does a double-take, noticing Starflight there, and hurries its way over on its awkward stilt legs to tap its spherical body insistently at his MID. As soon as contact is made, the screen is immediately hijacked; Peridot pops up on the other end, looking altogether frantic and thrilled that her modifications performed exactly as intended.
"Nyehehehh, it worked, it worked! Starflight - Starflight are you there? W-wait - RATCHET, come here, I found him!"
Flurry of movement on the camera. Peridot has taken it upon herself to go over to Ratchet instead, aggressively trying to squeeze herself up next to him so that they can both fit on the camera feed.
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Starflight hissed in surprise at the volume. He scrambled forward over the device to try and smother some of the sound, twisting his neck to try and fiddle with the settings, though the sharp movement made him want to scream. Starflight clenched his jaw, bearing through the pain until he had the MID down to a barely audible level.
"Ssshhh. Peridot! I can't believe it! How did you find me?" He whispered back, in a rush of relief.
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"No, but seriously. We tracked your MID." He holds up his own, pointing at it with his other hand.
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"Are you two nearby? Do you know what's going on?"
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"I slapped a combination signal booster and router on it too, so we can talk to one another without worrying about any signal jammers that these Runoff clods are packing. We'll need you to provide us with some info about what kind of resistance we can expect before we can bust in there and then bust you out, though."
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"It's, well, it's not as bad as some of the other prisons I've been trapped in, but I can't get out myself. There's not really a guard, but the owner of this place has pretty good hearing. You'll have to be really really quiet."
He carefully shifted so the camera on his MID could pick up more of the surroundings, though the movement made him wince. "The worst part is this big metal harness they have on me. It's really heavy, and I can't fly." Starflight debated telling them how bad shape he was in physically, but knowing those two they would just give him a hard time about it. He could envision their reply well enough there really wasn't a point in mentioning it. He would just have to try and deal with it.