[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Thunder Roll Sunshine [ Sunstreaker || Prowl ]
May 10, 2021 22:58:42 GMT -5
Post by Sunstreaker on May 10, 2021 22:58:42 GMT -5
Week 2 - Day 6
Jasper County
It had been almost eight hours, and there was no sign of that idiot or his truck. Sunstreaker was in the clear. Not that she was afraid of the consequences of verbally flipping off a random, forlorn passerby however, no. That being said, she'd been slightly intrigued on whether or not they had the gumption to come rightfully chase her down. Seems as though they didn't, or perhaps that carburetor really was beyond saving.
Sunstreaker had been driving west for six days straight (with breaks). Every few dozen miles or so, she'd fire off a brief Autobot comm signal, wait around for anyone to show up, then move on and repeat. It was low-powered, and an awfully short pulse, meant to locate local installations only. If she went about broadcasting continent-wide on the wideband, she'd risk her signal being picked up by folks she'd rather not run into yet. Sunstreaker would search the whole blasted planet if she had to, mile by mile. She was banking hard for some Autobot to be out in the wastes looking for trouble the same time as her. Long odds, but as the past few years had proven, she had absolutely nothing but time.
Least she got to travel, see the sights, look at whatever an internet was, and finally stretch her legs.
The last signal burst had been sent out two minutes ago, with a duration of 25 seconds, during which Sunstreaker had kept along a relatively straight road, a decent way for anyone listening to chart her course if they were so inclined. Aside from the occasional big rig, she was utterly alone out on the road. It was infuriating, having spent so damn long on that salvage barge without a spark to talk to, only to finally escape and have nobody else to talk to.
Or rather, nobody she should talk to, given that she didn't orbital bounce into a warzone.
This planet was downright peaceful, compared to what Sunstreaker had just come from. Sunstreaker would bet her right fin that there were Autobots hiding in plain sight. Probably a few Cons, too. But Primus... if she'd picked the wrong planet... miscalculated the orbital bounce and just... stranded herself here?
There'd be no way in hell she'd forgive herself. But at the very least, she'd be able to spend her days in peace and quiet...
...
Yeah, frag that.
Sunstreaker was itchy. Been far too long since she'd shot something.
The current stretch of road had been (and likely would continue to be) uninteresting. It was lonely, desolate, and starting to get hot. Not that she minded the last bit. She took what seemed to be the first bend in the road in probably 50 miles, a nice change of pace consider how the rest of her day had gone. A tiny town rotated into view, complete with lights and activity, as far as she could tell. The few road signs she'd caught on the way over had all read J-A-S-P-E-R. Odds were this was J-A-S-P-E-R, then.
Sunstreaker had generously decelerated as she began to pass traffic again, having learned early last night that some organics here didn't take kindly to being blown by on the road. She was still a ways out from the place, but she figured it was about high time she took another break.
Jasper County
It had been almost eight hours, and there was no sign of that idiot or his truck. Sunstreaker was in the clear. Not that she was afraid of the consequences of verbally flipping off a random, forlorn passerby however, no. That being said, she'd been slightly intrigued on whether or not they had the gumption to come rightfully chase her down. Seems as though they didn't, or perhaps that carburetor really was beyond saving.
Sunstreaker had been driving west for six days straight (with breaks). Every few dozen miles or so, she'd fire off a brief Autobot comm signal, wait around for anyone to show up, then move on and repeat. It was low-powered, and an awfully short pulse, meant to locate local installations only. If she went about broadcasting continent-wide on the wideband, she'd risk her signal being picked up by folks she'd rather not run into yet. Sunstreaker would search the whole blasted planet if she had to, mile by mile. She was banking hard for some Autobot to be out in the wastes looking for trouble the same time as her. Long odds, but as the past few years had proven, she had absolutely nothing but time.
Least she got to travel, see the sights, look at whatever an internet was, and finally stretch her legs.
The last signal burst had been sent out two minutes ago, with a duration of 25 seconds, during which Sunstreaker had kept along a relatively straight road, a decent way for anyone listening to chart her course if they were so inclined. Aside from the occasional big rig, she was utterly alone out on the road. It was infuriating, having spent so damn long on that salvage barge without a spark to talk to, only to finally escape and have nobody else to talk to.
Or rather, nobody she should talk to, given that she didn't orbital bounce into a warzone.
This planet was downright peaceful, compared to what Sunstreaker had just come from. Sunstreaker would bet her right fin that there were Autobots hiding in plain sight. Probably a few Cons, too. But Primus... if she'd picked the wrong planet... miscalculated the orbital bounce and just... stranded herself here?
There'd be no way in hell she'd forgive herself. But at the very least, she'd be able to spend her days in peace and quiet...
...
Yeah, frag that.
Sunstreaker was itchy. Been far too long since she'd shot something.
The current stretch of road had been (and likely would continue to be) uninteresting. It was lonely, desolate, and starting to get hot. Not that she minded the last bit. She took what seemed to be the first bend in the road in probably 50 miles, a nice change of pace consider how the rest of her day had gone. A tiny town rotated into view, complete with lights and activity, as far as she could tell. The few road signs she'd caught on the way over had all read J-A-S-P-E-R. Odds were this was J-A-S-P-E-R, then.
Sunstreaker had generously decelerated as she began to pass traffic again, having learned early last night that some organics here didn't take kindly to being blown by on the road. She was still a ways out from the place, but she figured it was about high time she took another break.