Post by nalia on Mar 15, 2008 13:55:13 GMT -5
Fingers of a fading sun gently brushed against the mountainous wasteland. Each mountain consisted of dull metals, rusty appliances and frail rubber. Rats found refuge within the towering heaps of junk. Occasionally, the small unfortunate beings would find themselves in the jaws of the canine that loyally guarded the wasteland's gates. Nothing seemed amiss in the old Junkyard.
Nighttime critters chirped, sand slithered across the luke-warm summer grounds, and the watchdog quietly slept by the northern-gates. Everything was as it should be. A soft rumble from an engine disturbed the peaceful setting, announcing the arrival of a sleek golden 2009 Chevrolet Camaro. It had entered through the southern-gate entrance of the Junkyard in order to avoid any large organic beings, and parked next to a large pile of metal – enough to keep it hidden from any prying eyes. Though, it was highly unlikely that any human, or animal for that matter, would be snooping around.
The golden machine had a strange aura to it. An aura that seemed to throb with a strange alien intelligence. In fact, the vehicle wasn't man-made at all. It only appeared that way. The Camaro had two black racing stripes that ran down the middle and slightly tinted windows were positioned on all sides of the car. The vehicle's headlights and engine went offline and the silence returned to the dark junkyard.
Optimus had ordered the yellow scout to stay position here. Why? Only time would tell. Not long ago, Optimus had sent out a signal to all of the other Autobots hiding in deep space. Being a scout, his job was to find those Autobots that arrived to Earth and inform them on all that had happened. However, he didn't understand why he was positioned in this... Junkyard.
Nighttime critters chirped, sand slithered across the luke-warm summer grounds, and the watchdog quietly slept by the northern-gates. Everything was as it should be. A soft rumble from an engine disturbed the peaceful setting, announcing the arrival of a sleek golden 2009 Chevrolet Camaro. It had entered through the southern-gate entrance of the Junkyard in order to avoid any large organic beings, and parked next to a large pile of metal – enough to keep it hidden from any prying eyes. Though, it was highly unlikely that any human, or animal for that matter, would be snooping around.
The golden machine had a strange aura to it. An aura that seemed to throb with a strange alien intelligence. In fact, the vehicle wasn't man-made at all. It only appeared that way. The Camaro had two black racing stripes that ran down the middle and slightly tinted windows were positioned on all sides of the car. The vehicle's headlights and engine went offline and the silence returned to the dark junkyard.
Optimus had ordered the yellow scout to stay position here. Why? Only time would tell. Not long ago, Optimus had sent out a signal to all of the other Autobots hiding in deep space. Being a scout, his job was to find those Autobots that arrived to Earth and inform them on all that had happened. However, he didn't understand why he was positioned in this... Junkyard.