OoC: Sorry for the wait! Bridge
Wheelie placed his fist upon his chin and leaned upon it for support. He had been at the decoding for what had felt like hours. He wasn't even sure if the computer was actually decoding the files, for whatever he saw didn't make much sense to him.
He wondered when he would be done with this monotinous task. The orange sports-car checked where Mindwipe
was, and saw that he was talking to the titanous figure of Scorponok
. Wheelie looked back to the screen and checked the progress of the automatic decoding and sighed. He had actually hoped that the progress bar would be over
fifty percent, not beneath it.
Wheelie got up from his seated position and moved to another console. It was there where he brought up a map of the Tyrannis
and zeroed in upon his location, and the mess hall. Maybe these Decepticons had something better than what he was eeking by with on LV-117.
"First I have to attend to my thirst!" Wheelie responded with a hint of raspiness to Mindwipe's beckoning, "I'll be back with a snack!"Hallways
The orange protoform transferred the screen to a datapad, and carried his work off with him to the hallways. It was a lot longer and larger than he had remembered on the screen representation. What seemed to have been a mere minute walk, turned out to be more than a breem. To one who is suffering with boredom like Wheelie would find this wait grueling.
He suddenly heard a noise from down the hall. It was the same noise he heard in the base! But this one was longer, and it sounded sad instead of a quick, sharp whistle. It wavered as if it was distorted or mechanical, but the sound was not either of those. It almost sounded like... Song.
Wheelie listened hard, trying to hear the words spoken. But he was too late, the sound faded and he was left with many more questions than he had before.