Post by Deleted on May 31, 2017 20:46:07 GMT -5
{Week 1, Day 1}
There was something undeniably pleasant about human vehicles, Sideswipe mused, taking a curve in the desert at enough speed that he skidded on the blacktop. They certainly knew how to make a sleek, shiny car. He had specifically picked one that he knew Sunstreaker would like too. Lamborghinis were just the right amount of sleek and shiny to pique their interest, and were fast enough to be truly enjoyable. Sideswipe enjoyed driving about in vehicle mode, something that had become familiar over the past few years. He didn’t like it as much as fighting, but, that was a given.
He’d rolled his tinted windows down just a crack to allow the electronic sound of a pop song filter into the empty air. Their music, too, was enjoyable. Aside from the Decepticon presence and hostile natives, Earth was a very nice place to be. And beautiful too. Just because he was a fighter didn’t mean he couldn’t admire aesthetic beauty. From the snow-capped mountains to the sprawling deserts, the old cities to the empty miles of grassy plains, the vast oceans to the sprawling tundra, it was such a diverse place. Cybertron had been all metal and energon and rust. In the later years, it had just been dead. Earth, though, was so very alive in everything that was on it. It was a shame to have to stop exploring it.
His search for his brother had been utterly fruitless. He’d traveled everywhere but the poles and had seen neither rim nor shine of his twin. It was discouraging to say the least, but, Sideswipe refused to be overcome by that negativity. He had not sensed Sunstreaker’s death, which meant that the narcissistic fragger was still out there somewhere, even if he wasn’t on Earth.
Sideswipe hadn’t wanted to stop looking, but, it was becoming dangerous, even for him. He could handle ‘Cons, but, these humans that his faction had said was targeting them were unknown to him. He doubted he’d be able to clobber them like he did the Decepticons. They were small, and he was willing to bet they were more like scraplets in their attack patterns than anything else. They would work in numbers to overwhelm him, which would be an issue. How would he find his twin or support. Optimus if humans captured him? Besides, there was no glory in that.
The red Lamborghini reached a flat portion of the road before opening his comms up to the Autobot frequency. He was in Arizona at the moment, having made a detour there after returning to the states, following a false lead on an ostentatious car in a junkyard. With that most recent, crushing disappointment over with, he was ready to return to base. America was dangerous at the moment, and he had no desire to deal with hostile humans should they find him.
::Yoooo, anyone home? Any chance I might get a ground bridge back to base?::
His tone was mild, bordering on cheerful as he made the call.
::Or, you know, I could drive it. Just seems like a waste of fuel if you ask me.::
He smirked internally. If Ratchet was running the bridge, he knew the doc-bot’s expression would be the very definition of grumpy.
Now he was kinda hoping Ratchet was the one manning the bridge.