[ti]Ep 3[/ti]How's It Hanging? (Skystone, Oversquare, Bandit) (OPEN)
Nov 16, 2020 20:48:41 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2020 20:48:41 GMT -5
Week Three Day One
North America, Nevada
The acrid smell of energon exhaust mixed with the dry air of the Nevada desert as the morning sun appeared on the horizon, a sliver of orange and yellow.
Oversquare roared along a secondary roadway that interconnected to the larger highway system; her aft-light indicated that she would be veering off on the upcoming access ramp. There was literally no other living - organic, spark or otherwise - soul nearby, but the femme cycle wanted to make it a habit of employing human traffic norms.
Therefore, her avatar rider had been programmed with the "flipping the bird" gesture as well.
The black and orange tour cycle completed the ramp turn and exited onto the main section of the highway designated as Highway S14, which eventually connected with the next nearest human settlement some sixty miles distant according to the county and state maps that she had downloaded.
Popping a wheelie, Oversquare smoothed out into the local speed limit and reset her internal scanning software to ping and locate any potential disturbance or threat. To the common passerby, she was nothing more then a femme organic out for an early morning ride in the open desert, radio on and blaring the local territorial rock music station.
After her formal clearance and berthing assignment, 'Square had made it known - politely, mind you - to the authorities in charge that she was up for pulling whatever duty was available; not so much sucking up as the need to be useful.
Idle peds and all that.
Expecting trash duty, cleaning and maintenance or inventory or a combination of all, the older 'Bot had been both surprised and relieved to land patrol duty.
The scanning program pinged her processor, indicating the eighteen wheeler semi-truck incoming from a mile distant. As the vehicle drove past in the opposite lane, she made a visual notation of the vehicle.
Older model. American designation. 1970's time cycle.
And...wow...semi-naked organic female painted on the trailer, the paint adhesion peeling off in areas. The company name emblazoned above the risque model indicated some sort of shipping service.
'Square liked the colors and layout but deducted points for the...lewdness? Whatever. Organics were kind of weird, so to speak.
The older femme-cycle had been assigned to the AM patrol with a flight designated femme-bot as her patrol "buddy". The instructions indicated that this was now official policy.
She had protested, at first, as she could damn well take care of herself but ultimately backed off; apparently there had been a kerfluffle between one of the upper command officers and a pain in the aft human faction that was known to cause issues. Therefore, the resulting new policy was that no 'Bot was to go on patrol alone.
Oversquare took some pride on the fact that she had returned to her cybernetic roots and joined a faction at least attempting to make a difference; it had been a long series of cycles since she'd done anything remotely "heroic".
Activating the assigned frequency for the field team, she contacted her current partner.
+ "Skystone, Oversquare. Checking in at the third mile marker on Highway 14. All quiet. How're things hangin' up in the wild blue yonder?" +
North America, Nevada
The acrid smell of energon exhaust mixed with the dry air of the Nevada desert as the morning sun appeared on the horizon, a sliver of orange and yellow.
Oversquare roared along a secondary roadway that interconnected to the larger highway system; her aft-light indicated that she would be veering off on the upcoming access ramp. There was literally no other living - organic, spark or otherwise - soul nearby, but the femme cycle wanted to make it a habit of employing human traffic norms.
Therefore, her avatar rider had been programmed with the "flipping the bird" gesture as well.
The black and orange tour cycle completed the ramp turn and exited onto the main section of the highway designated as Highway S14, which eventually connected with the next nearest human settlement some sixty miles distant according to the county and state maps that she had downloaded.
Popping a wheelie, Oversquare smoothed out into the local speed limit and reset her internal scanning software to ping and locate any potential disturbance or threat. To the common passerby, she was nothing more then a femme organic out for an early morning ride in the open desert, radio on and blaring the local territorial rock music station.
After her formal clearance and berthing assignment, 'Square had made it known - politely, mind you - to the authorities in charge that she was up for pulling whatever duty was available; not so much sucking up as the need to be useful.
Idle peds and all that.
Expecting trash duty, cleaning and maintenance or inventory or a combination of all, the older 'Bot had been both surprised and relieved to land patrol duty.
The scanning program pinged her processor, indicating the eighteen wheeler semi-truck incoming from a mile distant. As the vehicle drove past in the opposite lane, she made a visual notation of the vehicle.
Older model. American designation. 1970's time cycle.
And...wow...semi-naked organic female painted on the trailer, the paint adhesion peeling off in areas. The company name emblazoned above the risque model indicated some sort of shipping service.
'Square liked the colors and layout but deducted points for the...lewdness? Whatever. Organics were kind of weird, so to speak.
The older femme-cycle had been assigned to the AM patrol with a flight designated femme-bot as her patrol "buddy". The instructions indicated that this was now official policy.
She had protested, at first, as she could damn well take care of herself but ultimately backed off; apparently there had been a kerfluffle between one of the upper command officers and a pain in the aft human faction that was known to cause issues. Therefore, the resulting new policy was that no 'Bot was to go on patrol alone.
Oversquare took some pride on the fact that she had returned to her cybernetic roots and joined a faction at least attempting to make a difference; it had been a long series of cycles since she'd done anything remotely "heroic".
Activating the assigned frequency for the field team, she contacted her current partner.
+ "Skystone, Oversquare. Checking in at the third mile marker on Highway 14. All quiet. How're things hangin' up in the wild blue yonder?" +