Flashback - Cabin Fever - Closed
Nov 24, 2012 21:16:38 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2012 21:16:38 GMT -5
OOC - Breakdown and Downforce, waaaaay back in the early days
FINALLY.
The terrain around the base was nothing to bother snapping vids of, but oh Primus, the open space and fresh atmo was a thing of pure beauty after so long venting nothing but recycled dregs from the close walled interior of one featureless corridor and room after another. SO LONG. He'd almost forgotten what it felt like to have open road beneath his wheels and enough room to drive. Almost forgotten the exhilaration of freedom, locked up in a bunker with nowhere to go and nothing to do, going slowly out of his processor one glitch at a time from sheer stir crazy boredom.
It had been THREE whole duty cycles and Downforce was losing his MIND.
So when the chance came at patrol the answer was 'yes please' and 'anywhere you want, sir', and he was good to go, off and running and FREEDOM, pointed in a direction and open road under his tires and....
....oh, wait. There was something else, wasn't there? Something he was supposed to... OH. The other one. Ooops.
Downforce slammed on half his brakes, spinning out in a neat 360, and chased back the way he'd come. He found his erstwhile 'partner' - big hulking guy, heavy on his wheels - all the way back at base, or close enough as to make no difference. Downforce flung on his brakes again as he barreled up to the frontliner, slinging himself in a smooth glide around the heavier grounder... and then did it again because wow, that was sort of fun, and a challenge, so close they were nearly brushing plating but not, around and around the other in a drifting slide. "Hey, hi - are we doing this patrol thing? Together? Right?"
FINALLY.
The terrain around the base was nothing to bother snapping vids of, but oh Primus, the open space and fresh atmo was a thing of pure beauty after so long venting nothing but recycled dregs from the close walled interior of one featureless corridor and room after another. SO LONG. He'd almost forgotten what it felt like to have open road beneath his wheels and enough room to drive. Almost forgotten the exhilaration of freedom, locked up in a bunker with nowhere to go and nothing to do, going slowly out of his processor one glitch at a time from sheer stir crazy boredom.
It had been THREE whole duty cycles and Downforce was losing his MIND.
So when the chance came at patrol the answer was 'yes please' and 'anywhere you want, sir', and he was good to go, off and running and FREEDOM, pointed in a direction and open road under his tires and....
....oh, wait. There was something else, wasn't there? Something he was supposed to... OH. The other one. Ooops.
Downforce slammed on half his brakes, spinning out in a neat 360, and chased back the way he'd come. He found his erstwhile 'partner' - big hulking guy, heavy on his wheels - all the way back at base, or close enough as to make no difference. Downforce flung on his brakes again as he barreled up to the frontliner, slinging himself in a smooth glide around the heavier grounder... and then did it again because wow, that was sort of fun, and a challenge, so close they were nearly brushing plating but not, around and around the other in a drifting slide. "Hey, hi - are we doing this patrol thing? Together? Right?"