Ep 0.5 - "It followed me home" - Open
Jan 22, 2012 14:53:14 GMT -5
Post by bulkhead on Jan 22, 2012 14:53:14 GMT -5
Patrol, especially close to base, was easy - or boring, depending on who you asked. Frequently both. It was the ease in and wind down from longer patrols, just a quick turn through Jasper and then out into the open roads leading to the base, nothing but dirt and dust and scrub and the occasional jackrabbit.
Usually Bulkhead thought it was fun, but 'usually', lately, had meant taking Miko with him, stereo cranked up and dirt everywhere under his wheels as they offroaded their way through the plains. It was a school day, though, and Miko was stuck in class, which left Bulkhead stuck on the roads, by himself. The offroading wasn't as much fun when it was just him. Even the blare of the stereo seemed a bit dull, and the route, which usually flew by, was crawling instead.
Venting, he switched the radio off, taking the last turn heading out of town, which was when he happened to glance up and realized he had a tail.
Scrap.
Cybertronian signature, hugging his bumper about three blocks back, unfamiliar design but size and color screamed 'Con. Growling low in his engine block, Bulkhead threw himself into gear as the light changed, tearing off in a squeal of rubber as he whipped back into town.
One zig zag roundabout through downtown Jasper and the vehicon was still there - two blocks back now, but not coming any closer. No overt hostility, not trying to catch him, just glued to his bumper like fragging wedding cans. Bulkhead was starting to get alarmed, but mostly he was edging into fragged off. What. The. Slag?
He took a north route out of town, away from the base, pouring on speed as he headed into the flats away from prying human eyes. His tail followed after and Bulkhead was no comm bot but he scrambled signals as best he could, risking a wordless ping back to base of compressed glyphs - followed/hostile/one contact.
As soon as the road was clear and Jasper in the distance and nothing but rock and an unfortunate jackrabbit to witness, Bulkhead spun out in a wide arc of spraying dust, turning to face his unwelcome tail on his own pedes, blasters hot. "You wanna start something, 'Con?"
Usually Bulkhead thought it was fun, but 'usually', lately, had meant taking Miko with him, stereo cranked up and dirt everywhere under his wheels as they offroaded their way through the plains. It was a school day, though, and Miko was stuck in class, which left Bulkhead stuck on the roads, by himself. The offroading wasn't as much fun when it was just him. Even the blare of the stereo seemed a bit dull, and the route, which usually flew by, was crawling instead.
Venting, he switched the radio off, taking the last turn heading out of town, which was when he happened to glance up and realized he had a tail.
Scrap.
Cybertronian signature, hugging his bumper about three blocks back, unfamiliar design but size and color screamed 'Con. Growling low in his engine block, Bulkhead threw himself into gear as the light changed, tearing off in a squeal of rubber as he whipped back into town.
One zig zag roundabout through downtown Jasper and the vehicon was still there - two blocks back now, but not coming any closer. No overt hostility, not trying to catch him, just glued to his bumper like fragging wedding cans. Bulkhead was starting to get alarmed, but mostly he was edging into fragged off. What. The. Slag?
He took a north route out of town, away from the base, pouring on speed as he headed into the flats away from prying human eyes. His tail followed after and Bulkhead was no comm bot but he scrambled signals as best he could, risking a wordless ping back to base of compressed glyphs - followed/hostile/one contact.
As soon as the road was clear and Jasper in the distance and nothing but rock and an unfortunate jackrabbit to witness, Bulkhead spun out in a wide arc of spraying dust, turning to face his unwelcome tail on his own pedes, blasters hot. "You wanna start something, 'Con?"