by Gatkowski » Sun Mar 23, 2008 12:03 pm
- Motto: "Victory needs no explanation, defeat allows none."
- Weapon: Nuclear Charged Fusion Cannon
Badlands - Getaway's Squad
It took a few astroseconds for sound to echo back and forth in the cavern. It was almost enough to make Dragunov start to worry, but eventually, Getaway's response got through to her. The sniper released a sigh of relief that her officer seemed to have not suffered any significant injuries.
Dragunov was not the kind of mech to hold any particular concerns for the well-being of others. Well, at least on a personal level. If it was duty, that was an entirely different matter. Her background in the aristocracy had taught her that revealing true intentions was more often than not the wrong approach to things. However, when entrusted with a task, Dragunov would do all in her power to fulfill expectations perfectly. Out in the field, keeping an eye out for your superiors was one such task.
Ingram pushed up and threw the last rusty piece of junk blocking the entrance away. The bulk that Dragunov herself probably wouldn't be able to move, let alone roll aside banged loudly as it was cleared out of the way by the robust femme. If there was one thing certain about Ingram - besides her obvious attraction to guns -, it was her considerable physical strength.
"That's that," Glock said as she kicked away some small metallic pebbles from the edge of the cavern entrance and looked down into the dark. The slope was wide and it looked like to have been made artificially, by precise and heavy construction machinery.
Getaway seemed to have noticed the same, as he called all three of them down there.
"Think you can manage?" Glock asked in a tone of challenge, again from the sniper and made a wag at the tunnel. She didn't seem to miss a chance at snapping at Dragunov.
"Want to race to the bottom?" The white femme asked back confidentally.
"Heh, don't make me crush that perfect picture you have of yourself," Glock retorted, and with light, but well measured steps, she began to descend into the tunnel, kicking up small clouds of dust wherever she stepped. Whatever that tunnel was, it had been rusting and gathering dirt for a long, long time.
Dragunov did not reply, just shook her head slightly as Glock began to move downwards. Setting her own visuals to light enchancement mode and tackling her rifle on her back, she also began to descend.
Ingram stood there a bit longer, looking at the particle cannon she had placed on the ground, then at the tunnel, then back at the cannon again. The weapon was large, and carrying it down such a slope might be bad for its structural integrity. In other words, Ingram really didn't want to drop or break it.
"Gotta do this carefully..." She then said, and picked up the cannon, placing it on her shoulder and gripping it tightly with one hand, to hold it firmly. She then stepped catiously down on a ledge, while clinging onto another with her free hand. A little slower, but step by step like that, she made her way downwards, to the level Getaway and the others were at.
"What is this place?" Glock asked as she looked around. In the depths, the tunnel widened, and not only Ingram's tank form, but whole convoys of vehicles could travel across it with ease. Numerous roadways and pillars filled the view, circling and stretching around and outwards, to great distances. It had clearly been not used for a couple of millenia, rust eating away at the cracked and collapsed road sections, one or two cave-ins had spilled debris and large portions of metallic stoncrete inside, but in its entirety, the tunnel seemed to hold.
"The old underground tunnelways. They were used as alternate traffic routes a long, long time ago. Before the Kaon uprisal," Dragunov said as she herself carried her look around the cavern. "Supposedly, all of these path systems have already been rendered useless ages ago. Either by the warfronts, or the factions destroyed them intentionally to prevent entry to certain areas by the other side."
On this one occasion, Glock left her remarks to herself. She found the gigantic tunnelway far more interesting a sight than Dragunov. Still, she had to admit that the sniper had considerably more knowledge on Cybertronian history than herself. Of course, not that it mattered much. History won't save you when a gun is pushed into your face.
"It's slaggin' dark down 'ere!" Came the crackling voice of Ingram, indicating that she made it down without breaking either her weapons, or herself. Then, the heavy weapons femme realized that some adjustments to her visuals should solve the problem of weak lighting.
"Whoa! This place is huge!" She commented as she found the adequate light enhancement level and looked around. She seemed even more fascinated by the place itself than Glock, which was not really a surprise. Ingram had a thing for anything that was big. If it was a weapon, all the better, but if not, mere size would matter enough.
"Where to now, sir?" Dragunov turned to and asked Getaway.