Frowning at the cube, it didn't take long for Cliffjumper to scoot off the berth and cross the room to get a better look at the shifting display of environments showed off.
"'Look, our completely unravaged and resource-rich planet, isn't it pretty?' The 'Cons must be slaggin' glitching at the thought..." the mutter wasn't particularly vicious, more distracted, really, as Cliffjumper focused on the cube.
Glittering cities with crystals set at focal points or decorations in buildings; delicate spires and swooping arches, somewhere the buildings themselves seemed to be arches.
A literally floating garden of crystals and rock covered in various moss - well, Cliffjumper thought it was moss, anyway, as it looked kind of similar to the Earth versions of that, hanging high over a plaza dotted with pools and fountains.
An intricate, interconnected array of pools and waterfalls - he wasn't sure if they were natural or not - rainbows glittering in the light that fell from three suns.
Terraces covering the side multicoloured mountains - that was familiar, at least. Cliffjumper hadn't been, not even during the war, but he certainly knew about the bismuth terraces of Tetrahex, or the similar (but of different materials) terraces found in the Manganese Mountains where they ran through Tarn.
Deep canyons with giant waterfalls bursting from the top or through the cliff, falling miles and miles down below where crystal and rivers glinted.
Swooping rock formations that sort of looked like some of the sandstone configurations here on Earth.
"That canyon reminds me both of the Sonic Canyons and the Grand Canyon, same with those rock formations..." Cliffjumper didn't even glance back at Mirage as he spoke, almost transfixed.
It was silly, really, but seeing something that was so similar to home, but not ravaged by war? It both hurt and made him want to go, regardless of the unpleasantness of the mission itself.
Before the war, he hadn't really even travelled much; something like this wouldn't just have been an impossibility, it was something he'd never even considered.
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"'Look, our completely unravaged and resource-rich planet, isn't it pretty?' The 'Cons must be slaggin' glitching at the thought..." the mutter wasn't particularly vicious, more distracted, really, as Cliffjumper focused on the cube.
Glittering cities with crystals set at focal points or decorations in buildings; delicate spires and swooping arches, somewhere the buildings themselves seemed to be arches.
A literally floating garden of crystals and rock covered in various moss - well, Cliffjumper thought it was moss, anyway, as it looked kind of similar to the Earth versions of that, hanging high over a plaza dotted with pools and fountains.
An intricate, interconnected array of pools and waterfalls - he wasn't sure if they were natural or not - rainbows glittering in the light that fell from three suns.
Terraces covering the side multicoloured mountains - that was familiar, at least. Cliffjumper hadn't been, not even during the war, but he certainly knew about the bismuth terraces of Tetrahex, or the similar (but of different materials) terraces found in the Manganese Mountains where they ran through Tarn.
Deep canyons with giant waterfalls bursting from the top or through the cliff, falling miles and miles down below where crystal and rivers glinted.
Swooping rock formations that sort of looked like some of the sandstone configurations here on Earth.
"That canyon reminds me both of the Sonic Canyons and the Grand Canyon, same with those rock formations..." Cliffjumper didn't even glance back at Mirage as he spoke, almost transfixed.
It was silly, really, but seeing something that was so similar to home, but not ravaged by war? It both hurt and made him want to go, regardless of the unpleasantness of the mission itself.
Before the war, he hadn't really even travelled much; something like this wouldn't just have been an impossibility, it was something he'd never even considered.