Empty Corridors

[Bluestreak]

Late in the day on Month 6, Week 2, Day 1, open to anyone aboard 'Event Horizon'

Someone has to hold down the bridge watch, even when one of the Primes (and how peculiar is it to have three Primes, and Optimus not even being the leader?) is off leading an Autobot expedition to a mysterious energy source just like in the old days. Today, that someone is Bluestreak.

So far, everything is just fine. The ship's internal status indicators stay firmly at nominal levels, orbital paths stay clear, and Rodimus's team hasn't made any distress calls yet. He hasn't seen anything from Omega Supreme's expedition, either, but Bluestreak heard that communications are chancy with them, and tries not to worry. It's hard not to worry--the Decepticons haven't tried to attack the ship since Pzz-Zazz and wouldn't it be like them to start something right now on Bluestreak's watch? So he worries and tries to watch all the monitors in turn, hoping he doesn't miss anything that might signal the start of an attack.

One of the monitors catches his optic. "That's funny. That weird energy that Rodimus is checking out is really picking up--I hope they're okay down there! I mean, at the rate it's increasing, it will go off the scale in just a moment, and that much energy of any kind can't be good--" Bluestreak glances briefly at his fellow watchstander, Slingshot, as he talks.

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Slingshot posed with permission.

[Slingshot]

Slingshot is this close to hunting down some duct tape to use on Bluestreak. "Yeah, like it's never done that before. Come on, Bluestreak, what's the worst-"

Everything turns white.


OOC: And Slingshot poofs.

[Bluestreak]

Everything turns white.

When Bluestreak's optics come back on line, he's still sitting in his chair. The bridge, he notices numbly, is intact; it wasn't a nuclear strike. The weird energy reading has subsided to almost nothing.

"Slingshot, did you see what--" Bluestreak starts to ask--but Slingshot isn't there. "Slingshot? Where are you?"

That was silly; obviously Slingshot wasn't on the bridge. Bluestreak reaches over to the ship's intercom and says, // Slingshot, um, can you report back to the bridge? Guzzle, is he down there with you in the lounge again? //

No reply. Bluestreak thumbs the intercom button again; sounding obviously rattled, he says, // Um, has anyone seen Slingshot? He was standing watch with me on the bridge and he just vanished! //