Ep. 1 - The Mojave - Beating Boredom - (Closed)
Feb 13, 2013 15:29:25 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2013 15:29:25 GMT -5
Oooohhhhh... FRAG.
It was the last cohesive thought Downforce had the moment before the plates under his desperate grip split apart. Close proximity transformation had its own set of survival rules, ones which had him letting go and left him in an awe inspiring and tank churning state of unsupported free fall for a split second as the Aerialbot flipped over and around beneath him, wings and fuselage turning inside out in a whirling mess of parts before solidifying into the mech's root form.
Downforce switched on his strongest clamps, reaching for that white chassis against the hurtling buffet of the winds, and reeled himself back in to the relatively stability of the other mech's back, letting the aerial take the brunt of the wind as they dropped. The mech was roaring something about human safety procedures on a doomed airplane and Downforce had to laugh, the giddy excitement burning back up through his lines with lightning speed. The ground was rapidly approaching, filling all of the space the sky had been in an more, huge and getting bigger by the nanoklik.
Four lengths, as Seekers measured it. Three. Two, close enough to make out the rocks, the plants, the texture of the baked earth that would be marginally softer but infinitely less level than asphalt...
"I WONDER IF IT'LL BE FRIENDS WITH ME?" Downforce quipped and flung himself away, springboarding off of the Autobot's frame to dive, legs and arms streamlined, cutting smooth through the air. One and three quarters lengths, one and a half, one...
His own transformation flipped him end over end, the world spinning from optics to sensor streams until his wheels oriented beneath him and the ground was coming in at an angle, it was coming, it was RIGHT THERE.
The impact hit with a greater rush than his normal jumps could even think of achieving, one great sensor and earth shattering CRACK that sent Downforce skidding out, axels unlocked and free spinning to try to absorb momentum as he skipped his own frame across the desert ground. Nearly five hundred meters away he finally ploughed to a halt, dazed and sensor blind, HUD streaming with error upon error in a thundering cascade that whited out everything except the rush in his audials that was no longer wind.
It took Downforce long moments to scrape himself back together again, though long experience had taught him what he could ignore and what needed prioritizing. And... oh, scrap and smelter take it, that crack hadn't been his imagination, it had been his undercarriage central support, and he was going to need to splint it and let it heal on its own because there was no way in the Pit Knock Out was going to fix that twice in less than one week. Wincing, the scout hunched up on his wheels, trying to hold himself up by dint of the less broken but equally impact stunned portions of his upper carriage, and looked around blearily to see what had happened to the flyer.
It was the last cohesive thought Downforce had the moment before the plates under his desperate grip split apart. Close proximity transformation had its own set of survival rules, ones which had him letting go and left him in an awe inspiring and tank churning state of unsupported free fall for a split second as the Aerialbot flipped over and around beneath him, wings and fuselage turning inside out in a whirling mess of parts before solidifying into the mech's root form.
Downforce switched on his strongest clamps, reaching for that white chassis against the hurtling buffet of the winds, and reeled himself back in to the relatively stability of the other mech's back, letting the aerial take the brunt of the wind as they dropped. The mech was roaring something about human safety procedures on a doomed airplane and Downforce had to laugh, the giddy excitement burning back up through his lines with lightning speed. The ground was rapidly approaching, filling all of the space the sky had been in an more, huge and getting bigger by the nanoklik.
Four lengths, as Seekers measured it. Three. Two, close enough to make out the rocks, the plants, the texture of the baked earth that would be marginally softer but infinitely less level than asphalt...
"I WONDER IF IT'LL BE FRIENDS WITH ME?" Downforce quipped and flung himself away, springboarding off of the Autobot's frame to dive, legs and arms streamlined, cutting smooth through the air. One and three quarters lengths, one and a half, one...
His own transformation flipped him end over end, the world spinning from optics to sensor streams until his wheels oriented beneath him and the ground was coming in at an angle, it was coming, it was RIGHT THERE.
The impact hit with a greater rush than his normal jumps could even think of achieving, one great sensor and earth shattering CRACK that sent Downforce skidding out, axels unlocked and free spinning to try to absorb momentum as he skipped his own frame across the desert ground. Nearly five hundred meters away he finally ploughed to a halt, dazed and sensor blind, HUD streaming with error upon error in a thundering cascade that whited out everything except the rush in his audials that was no longer wind.
It took Downforce long moments to scrape himself back together again, though long experience had taught him what he could ignore and what needed prioritizing. And... oh, scrap and smelter take it, that crack hadn't been his imagination, it had been his undercarriage central support, and he was going to need to splint it and let it heal on its own because there was no way in the Pit Knock Out was going to fix that twice in less than one week. Wincing, the scout hunched up on his wheels, trying to hold himself up by dint of the less broken but equally impact stunned portions of his upper carriage, and looked around blearily to see what had happened to the flyer.