[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Washouts [Thunder]
Dec 15, 2019 17:20:10 GMT -5
Post by Windshield on Dec 15, 2019 17:20:10 GMT -5
Episode 3 / Week 1 / Day 4 / Open
Three months had come and gone since Windshield’s introduction into the Autobot ranks. And while things started out rocky, in no small part thanks to Carbine’s intervention, all in all, it wasn’t so bad. Some Bots had taken to tolerating him, others even respected him, and few still deeply hated him, be it for his past as a Decepticon or his past as an inmate at Garrus 1.
Either way, it certainly sucked a whole lot less than tugging at Starscream’s end of the rope. He learned all about that, alright. How the Air Commander took to the title of Lord, how he replaced Megatron in an opportunistic power grab, and how he buried some of his favorite Autobots under a metric shitton of rubble. As if he didn’t have enough reasons to hate that conniving backstabber already, the Seeker kept on giving.
It was small wonder then, that thanks to Starscream’s crowning act of betrayal, he gladly shared with the Autobots everything that was asked. Windshield even regaled himself to scheduled scouting duty, scanning for Decepticon activity in his general area whenever he could. Of course, more importantly, it was also a very good excuse to take his altmode out for a spin.
If there was anything Windshield loved more than being bloody good at his job, it was speeding. While Arizona wasn’t exactly a scenic choice of residence, it had a lot of empty space and a relatively low population density. In other words, Windshield had a run of the place.
This lazy afternoon, the hacker was on his way home from just such a jaunt. The sky was a hazy pink shade and the vast swaths of desert descended into a boorish, quiet state. The only thing still loud and full of energy was Windshield himself, darting across one of the country’s less-traveled highways, quite possibly—and in all likelihood—well above the speed limit. But that didn’t bother him. He knew the cops rarely checked in on this backwater trail. That’s why he picked it, and why it was such a convenient spot for an Autobot. The whole road practically screamed low profile as much as Windshield didn’t.
“Windshield to Omega, sending an all clear. No Decepticon sightings.”
He called back to base via his comm link. It’s become quite a habit to report this exact message, no matter where in the US Windshield decided to patrol. Sometimes, it got lonely out here, and it wasn’t rare for the Autobot to be just a little bit hopeful for a Decepticon attack so he had something interesting to report.
Even at over 100 MPH, the desert could only get so interesting. While being an Autobot certainly beat his career as a Decepticon, Windshield also felt that it wasn’t nearly exciting enough. Not in a good way, at least.
Oh well, he was about to see just how exciting such a stupid afternoon can get when stupid bots are involved.
Speaking of which...