Ep0.5 - Utah - "Slasher Flick" [closed]
Mar 26, 2012 16:18:19 GMT -5
Post by jefferson on Mar 26, 2012 16:18:19 GMT -5
"Oh, slag!" Jeff exclaimed to the air.
He couldn't see behind him with his optical sensors but he could see her on his scanners suddenly. If he was someone like Leonard, or Stacy, he might transform, spin around, and take his chances with some dignity, but he wasn't them and he didn't want to die. Horrified by last twenty minute's happenings, he wondered where it had all gone wrong, but he already knew that - someone sent him and some dubiously mindless bots to take this femme on despite the high risks involved. Either someone was truly ignorant of all rumors, or someone was having fun toying with vehicons lives.
The thought made him angry, but the feeling was chased away when he realized he'd slowed down in thought. He'd fallen back so he was nearly under her and she had that terrible smoke billowing around her. He sped up to avoid it, and his wings began to itch, although he couldn't tell if it was caused by his mind or the actual dust.
He sped forward, not going as fast as he wanted to because of the canyon walls and the fallen columns blocking his exit to the sky. He constantly had to swerve to avoid hitting something and he barely got a glance back.
But in a few moments, he grew frustrated. He needed to get out of here alive and he was wasting time doing stunts in a canyon.
With more bravery than he felt, he transformed midair, his body still moving quickly in the air. No longer propelled by his thrusters or held up by his wings, he immediately arced downward towards the ground where he could see a thin river cutting a new layer into the rock. He turned and aimed his cannons at the femme, firing twice in her direction and once at the cavern wall.
The rock split on contact and a sizable chunk began to slide towards the ground, but it didn't stop there. With a loud crackling, the rock continued to split just along the edge of the canyon, heavy slabs of previously stable surface falling as well. And as Jeff watched, unsure what to think or feel about this unexpected result, the ledge caved inward, bringing a massive column of rock down with it.
Jeff dodged the falling rocks, but continued to fire at Serotype. His only plan at the moment was to dodge the incoming slabs of stone and rocket into the sky as soon as possible.
He completely misjudged the distance between the column and himself, however. With the groan and rumbling only Giant Dangerous Things Falling made, the thing passed just behind him, a pointed sheer clipping his wing and damaging his back.
The force of the hit send him hurtling towards the bottom of the ravine, crashing bodily into a few rocky outcroppings on the way down. He landed limply in the river, the sandy mud exploding outward and the cold water numbing his pedes of their itch. After a dazed nano of getting his bearings, he struggled to get back up, the impact having weakened him and surprised him at once. He should have factored this into his little plan, really.
He was grounded. It happened all the fragging time.
In a swell of anger, he cursed and punched the ground, earning him a splash of watery silt in the face. That same swell also gave him the strength to stand, though he stumbled in the uneven river. Making his way to the side of the canyon, he put his back to the wall for a moment's rest while he charged up his weapons. His visor was bright and searching warily. He'd lost sight of the femme, where was she?
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He couldn't see behind him with his optical sensors but he could see her on his scanners suddenly. If he was someone like Leonard, or Stacy, he might transform, spin around, and take his chances with some dignity, but he wasn't them and he didn't want to die. Horrified by last twenty minute's happenings, he wondered where it had all gone wrong, but he already knew that - someone sent him and some dubiously mindless bots to take this femme on despite the high risks involved. Either someone was truly ignorant of all rumors, or someone was having fun toying with vehicons lives.
The thought made him angry, but the feeling was chased away when he realized he'd slowed down in thought. He'd fallen back so he was nearly under her and she had that terrible smoke billowing around her. He sped up to avoid it, and his wings began to itch, although he couldn't tell if it was caused by his mind or the actual dust.
He sped forward, not going as fast as he wanted to because of the canyon walls and the fallen columns blocking his exit to the sky. He constantly had to swerve to avoid hitting something and he barely got a glance back.
But in a few moments, he grew frustrated. He needed to get out of here alive and he was wasting time doing stunts in a canyon.
With more bravery than he felt, he transformed midair, his body still moving quickly in the air. No longer propelled by his thrusters or held up by his wings, he immediately arced downward towards the ground where he could see a thin river cutting a new layer into the rock. He turned and aimed his cannons at the femme, firing twice in her direction and once at the cavern wall.
The rock split on contact and a sizable chunk began to slide towards the ground, but it didn't stop there. With a loud crackling, the rock continued to split just along the edge of the canyon, heavy slabs of previously stable surface falling as well. And as Jeff watched, unsure what to think or feel about this unexpected result, the ledge caved inward, bringing a massive column of rock down with it.
Jeff dodged the falling rocks, but continued to fire at Serotype. His only plan at the moment was to dodge the incoming slabs of stone and rocket into the sky as soon as possible.
He completely misjudged the distance between the column and himself, however. With the groan and rumbling only Giant Dangerous Things Falling made, the thing passed just behind him, a pointed sheer clipping his wing and damaging his back.
The force of the hit send him hurtling towards the bottom of the ravine, crashing bodily into a few rocky outcroppings on the way down. He landed limply in the river, the sandy mud exploding outward and the cold water numbing his pedes of their itch. After a dazed nano of getting his bearings, he struggled to get back up, the impact having weakened him and surprised him at once. He should have factored this into his little plan, really.
He was grounded. It happened all the fragging time.
In a swell of anger, he cursed and punched the ground, earning him a splash of watery silt in the face. That same swell also gave him the strength to stand, though he stumbled in the uneven river. Making his way to the side of the canyon, he put his back to the wall for a moment's rest while he charged up his weapons. His visor was bright and searching warily. He'd lost sight of the femme, where was she?
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