Ep0.5 - Jasper - 'Crawl (cont.)' - Closed
Mar 5, 2012 12:46:12 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2012 12:46:12 GMT -5
Dragging herself by furled wingtip and tiny pedes was only marginally less painful through a groundbridge than on rough earth, and Fairwinds splayed out flat from the exertion as soon as the vortex closed behind her. Propping her helm up on the tip of her beak, the cassette flicked out her tongue and ran a composite scan of the soil. Then spat at it in disgust.
Jasper?! Oh fragtwizzle... Might as well just shove up a beacon for some Autoscrap to come finish me now.
A rumble of tyres on tarmac made her cringe, and with mounting dread she flicked her just-functioning optics up to work out how close to the highway she'd ended up bridging herself (feet away) and if the vehicle had an energon signal (no, thank Primus). Then Fairwinds chattered her beak, trying to work out what to do.
She was in the middle of nowhere, alone, and unnervingly positioned in Autobot territory. More than anything, she needed a ride out of here. Preferably to a vehical repair centre where she could patch up the worst of her injuries. Maybe even get her flight back.
The van tore past, its headlights only flickering across her outline and for nowhere near long enough to have her spotted. Another vehicle was approaching from the opposite direction.
A ride, huh...
Fairwinds forced her head to rise again, transforming the underside of her beak back into her helm to bring the micro-laser into use. It was a tool for cutting through metal at close range - nothing powerful, but it could take out a human-made tyre quite nicely. Aiming was difficult, and she had to wait for the target to come close before she fired, but when she did she hit her mark.
And a bit more.
The laser chewed through the first wheel, scored open the side of the car, and then burst the second wheel with enough speed and force that the whole thing spun out and rolled twice. Nothing moved afterwards, and Fairwinds began dragging herself slowly closer, trying to determine if this was a good thing or not.
Car was busted, the squishies were still functioning but damaged, and there was another set of headlights incoming that were bound to see the wreckage. She reviewed her car chase data. An ambulance and a police car would definitely come. The chassis of the vehicle was crushed, so the fire brigade would need to be called out as well to cut the squishies loose. Fire engines drove back to big engine rooms with useful stuff in them. If she hitched a ride on the underside of one of those all the way back to the station, she'd have no trouble finding what she needed for field repairs.
I am so totally awesome.
It took six minutes for her to reach the wreckage, and another four after that for the emergency vehicles to start arriving. It was all a blurr of loud noises and too-bright lights for Fairwinds, whose optics were struggling anyway to make anything like details out. Honing in on one of the big flashing things, she scuttled past the distracted humans and crawled up into the undercarriage. It was warm and comfortingly metallic, and she shuttered her optics with a sigh whilst she waited for them to get going.
When they did leave, they drove pleasingly fast with sirens still-blaring. Fairwinds rerouted as many self-repair nanites as she could to her optics during the journey, and had fuzzy greyscale vision when the humans finally stopped and got out. The cassette waited a few minutes before crawling down to peek out behind a tyre, looking to assess the garage.
Not a garage though. A repair centre for meatsacks. Useless. She thunked her helm against the wheel with a groan and a shudder of her wings. Scrap scrap SCRAP.
With a harsh exvent, she composed herself. Focussed on surviving.
Alright, fine. Stupid squishes drive to houses. Houses have garages, which have tool boxes, which is something. Pick a car. Break in. Steal stuff. Go home. And never leave again. Right.
With much muttering and cursing, Fairwinds dragged herself to the carpart and curled up under the first car she found.
<<Tag to June leaving the hospital?>>
Jasper?! Oh fragtwizzle... Might as well just shove up a beacon for some Autoscrap to come finish me now.
A rumble of tyres on tarmac made her cringe, and with mounting dread she flicked her just-functioning optics up to work out how close to the highway she'd ended up bridging herself (feet away) and if the vehicle had an energon signal (no, thank Primus). Then Fairwinds chattered her beak, trying to work out what to do.
She was in the middle of nowhere, alone, and unnervingly positioned in Autobot territory. More than anything, she needed a ride out of here. Preferably to a vehical repair centre where she could patch up the worst of her injuries. Maybe even get her flight back.
The van tore past, its headlights only flickering across her outline and for nowhere near long enough to have her spotted. Another vehicle was approaching from the opposite direction.
A ride, huh...
Fairwinds forced her head to rise again, transforming the underside of her beak back into her helm to bring the micro-laser into use. It was a tool for cutting through metal at close range - nothing powerful, but it could take out a human-made tyre quite nicely. Aiming was difficult, and she had to wait for the target to come close before she fired, but when she did she hit her mark.
And a bit more.
The laser chewed through the first wheel, scored open the side of the car, and then burst the second wheel with enough speed and force that the whole thing spun out and rolled twice. Nothing moved afterwards, and Fairwinds began dragging herself slowly closer, trying to determine if this was a good thing or not.
Car was busted, the squishies were still functioning but damaged, and there was another set of headlights incoming that were bound to see the wreckage. She reviewed her car chase data. An ambulance and a police car would definitely come. The chassis of the vehicle was crushed, so the fire brigade would need to be called out as well to cut the squishies loose. Fire engines drove back to big engine rooms with useful stuff in them. If she hitched a ride on the underside of one of those all the way back to the station, she'd have no trouble finding what she needed for field repairs.
I am so totally awesome.
It took six minutes for her to reach the wreckage, and another four after that for the emergency vehicles to start arriving. It was all a blurr of loud noises and too-bright lights for Fairwinds, whose optics were struggling anyway to make anything like details out. Honing in on one of the big flashing things, she scuttled past the distracted humans and crawled up into the undercarriage. It was warm and comfortingly metallic, and she shuttered her optics with a sigh whilst she waited for them to get going.
When they did leave, they drove pleasingly fast with sirens still-blaring. Fairwinds rerouted as many self-repair nanites as she could to her optics during the journey, and had fuzzy greyscale vision when the humans finally stopped and got out. The cassette waited a few minutes before crawling down to peek out behind a tyre, looking to assess the garage.
Not a garage though. A repair centre for meatsacks. Useless. She thunked her helm against the wheel with a groan and a shudder of her wings. Scrap scrap SCRAP.
With a harsh exvent, she composed herself. Focussed on surviving.
Alright, fine. Stupid squishes drive to houses. Houses have garages, which have tool boxes, which is something. Pick a car. Break in. Steal stuff. Go home. And never leave again. Right.
With much muttering and cursing, Fairwinds dragged herself to the carpart and curled up under the first car she found.
<<Tag to June leaving the hospital?>>