Ep. 1 - Up! Up! And ...Down - [Open]
Sept 23, 2014 23:29:24 GMT -5
Post by Carbine on Sept 23, 2014 23:29:24 GMT -5
Episode 1 | Week 4
Ok.
So.
This is going to be awesome!
Probably amazing!
Or maybe not!
Carbine stood out upon a flat patch in the Nevada desert, idly swinging his arms back and forth in their sockets, the metal of his palms clapping together on the fore-swing while he thought about things. His stance was wide, peds planted apart enough to be plenty steady amongst the rough abrasive terrain. Optics? Were looking straight ahead at the horizon line, seeing just how much open ground he had to work in.
His spindly rotors idly flexed some, as he was getting used to the way they moved and maneuvered on his back. It was odd all things considered, as he had never had anything resembling wings before, the only thing odd on his back having been Bolo protruding from his spine. The canine was currently residing in his dock, but was mentally active, squirming around through their bond to curiously paw at Carbine's consciousness, waiting, knowing, EXPECTING something fun or new to happen.
Carbine had stuck out and away from base on his own without bringing anyone with him despite warnings not to. He may have made a sideways comment to Thunder that he should probably try to fly sometime soon, but he didn’t stamp it with a time, or even make it sound too serious. Just barely enough that if he got in trouble? He could say Thunder didn't come with him when he asked him to. But really he didn't want someone to see him fail miserably, as he would be rather embarrassed all things considered.
He was a hover car, 'flying' by means of propulsion of air through turbines, and magnetic thrusters to maneuver him in any direction he desired with superb dexterity. But he needed a solid surface to propel against, never reaching any form of true flight. He wanted that back, he wanted that familiarity, but no... Humans were incompetent and the closest thing they had was some rotorcraft thing. They had helicopter like craft on Cybertron, but to him? They always seemed fragile.
Oh well.
Carbine's head rolled back a second, as if gearing for something, before he threw his helm forward, the panels on his chest surging out in tandem with the rest of his frame. With a heaving motion of moving parts that were both his, and his canine companions the form of the black and white police copter sat idly where the mech once was.
Gradually, the rotors on top made a clicking hiss, before they started to spin around. Carbine didn’t rush it, he had the power to throw the rotors into a proper speed a lot faster than he was now doing, but he was being cautious, trying to get a feel for things. It was another reason he didn’t want someone there, he could feel... pressured? To perform quickly and hurry up so they didn’t need to wait for him? Whatever the case, the rotors started to kick up speed, dust pluming out from the downward thrust.
He knew the basics of Helicopter flight, namely the fact he had to use his tail rotor to counter so he didn’t spin in circles, and then how to move the angle of the top rotors to 'turn'. As such he made sure his tail rotor was going fast enough, before he put more force into the topmost one. With a scraping of his wheels sliding and hydroplaning over the surface of the gravel, Carbine was lifted ever so slightly, his frame turning some as he tried to balance out how fast the tail had to spin to keep steady.
The second however he lifted enough weight that was anchoring him off the ground? He realized he had been spinning his tail rotor the WRONG way, and as such? He violently swung around a full 180 degrees, kicking up a streak of dust and gravel as his tail boom cut through the air like a hatchet. He plunked down solidly onto his wheels again, a bit jostled, before he slowed and reversed the direction of the tail rotor.
Ok... time for round two...
Bolo was absolutely ecstatic, jumping around through their bond and spinning, looking down at the ground that was moving. It had been so long since they went for a ride! But Carbine ignored him, trying to focus and learn, trying to get the feel of real flight under him which was awkward. He managed to get a little bit off the ground, stabilizing reasonably so which permitted him to get a bit of confidence. Because of this he pushed off and rose up a few more feet into the air, an unseen grin peeling back with a sort of wicked delight.
Testing his capabilities a bit, he gradually eased up a bit higher then; trying to go just a little bit further than his hover car would have been capable of. It would be the highest he would propel under his own power (Ignoring jumps and other banking maneuvers in Cybertron's city which had thrown him higher) but alas... the second he did? The second he passed this familiar height?
He hit the vortex wing state.
The helicopter lurched some, dipping as if a large hand had grasped onto its top and pushed it down. The change in air currents startled Carbine, and he ended up dropping fully to land roughly onto his tiny rubber wheels with a rattling crunch. The impact caused him to lurch and spin a quarter turn, the rotors on top wobbling as they still spun rapidly, though were slow enough to not pull him off the ground. He just idled there, trying to figure out what had happened, dust flicking away from his frame into a plume.
This may be tricky...
Ok.
So.
This is going to be awesome!
...Or terrible
Probably amazing!
...Most likely dreadful
Or maybe not!
...Almost certainly
Carbine stood out upon a flat patch in the Nevada desert, idly swinging his arms back and forth in their sockets, the metal of his palms clapping together on the fore-swing while he thought about things. His stance was wide, peds planted apart enough to be plenty steady amongst the rough abrasive terrain. Optics? Were looking straight ahead at the horizon line, seeing just how much open ground he had to work in.
His spindly rotors idly flexed some, as he was getting used to the way they moved and maneuvered on his back. It was odd all things considered, as he had never had anything resembling wings before, the only thing odd on his back having been Bolo protruding from his spine. The canine was currently residing in his dock, but was mentally active, squirming around through their bond to curiously paw at Carbine's consciousness, waiting, knowing, EXPECTING something fun or new to happen.
Carbine had stuck out and away from base on his own without bringing anyone with him despite warnings not to. He may have made a sideways comment to Thunder that he should probably try to fly sometime soon, but he didn’t stamp it with a time, or even make it sound too serious. Just barely enough that if he got in trouble? He could say Thunder didn't come with him when he asked him to. But really he didn't want someone to see him fail miserably, as he would be rather embarrassed all things considered.
He was a hover car, 'flying' by means of propulsion of air through turbines, and magnetic thrusters to maneuver him in any direction he desired with superb dexterity. But he needed a solid surface to propel against, never reaching any form of true flight. He wanted that back, he wanted that familiarity, but no... Humans were incompetent and the closest thing they had was some rotorcraft thing. They had helicopter like craft on Cybertron, but to him? They always seemed fragile.
Oh well.
Carbine's head rolled back a second, as if gearing for something, before he threw his helm forward, the panels on his chest surging out in tandem with the rest of his frame. With a heaving motion of moving parts that were both his, and his canine companions the form of the black and white police copter sat idly where the mech once was.
Gradually, the rotors on top made a clicking hiss, before they started to spin around. Carbine didn’t rush it, he had the power to throw the rotors into a proper speed a lot faster than he was now doing, but he was being cautious, trying to get a feel for things. It was another reason he didn’t want someone there, he could feel... pressured? To perform quickly and hurry up so they didn’t need to wait for him? Whatever the case, the rotors started to kick up speed, dust pluming out from the downward thrust.
He knew the basics of Helicopter flight, namely the fact he had to use his tail rotor to counter so he didn’t spin in circles, and then how to move the angle of the top rotors to 'turn'. As such he made sure his tail rotor was going fast enough, before he put more force into the topmost one. With a scraping of his wheels sliding and hydroplaning over the surface of the gravel, Carbine was lifted ever so slightly, his frame turning some as he tried to balance out how fast the tail had to spin to keep steady.
The second however he lifted enough weight that was anchoring him off the ground? He realized he had been spinning his tail rotor the WRONG way, and as such? He violently swung around a full 180 degrees, kicking up a streak of dust and gravel as his tail boom cut through the air like a hatchet. He plunked down solidly onto his wheels again, a bit jostled, before he slowed and reversed the direction of the tail rotor.
Ok... time for round two...
Bolo was absolutely ecstatic, jumping around through their bond and spinning, looking down at the ground that was moving. It had been so long since they went for a ride! But Carbine ignored him, trying to focus and learn, trying to get the feel of real flight under him which was awkward. He managed to get a little bit off the ground, stabilizing reasonably so which permitted him to get a bit of confidence. Because of this he pushed off and rose up a few more feet into the air, an unseen grin peeling back with a sort of wicked delight.
Testing his capabilities a bit, he gradually eased up a bit higher then; trying to go just a little bit further than his hover car would have been capable of. It would be the highest he would propel under his own power (Ignoring jumps and other banking maneuvers in Cybertron's city which had thrown him higher) but alas... the second he did? The second he passed this familiar height?
He hit the vortex wing state.
The helicopter lurched some, dipping as if a large hand had grasped onto its top and pushed it down. The change in air currents startled Carbine, and he ended up dropping fully to land roughly onto his tiny rubber wheels with a rattling crunch. The impact caused him to lurch and spin a quarter turn, the rotors on top wobbling as they still spun rapidly, though were slow enough to not pull him off the ground. He just idled there, trying to figure out what had happened, dust flicking away from his frame into a plume.
This may be tricky...