Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2013 22:03:13 GMT -5
However, for all the good this temporary reprieve did for him, its effects were not lasting, and when he submerged himself once again into the world of active-noise he, more often than not, found himself worse off for it. It took time for both his mind and his senses to readjust to the dramatic influx of noise after having gone without for so long, and while the process itself was not an unreasonably long one, it was none the less an unpleasant experience. Sounds seemed louder and harsher, his audials had to reacquaint themselves with the noises they had once been accustomed to, and his processor struggled to filter through the drastic increase of sensory-input (a task which was not unlike a drowning man trying to swim up a waterfall, in terms of difficulty.) Given this, one would be correct in the assumption that Red Alert's first few hours spent on Earth weren't particularly pleasant ones. New planets, particularly ones that sustained an abundance of life, provided a flurry of unfamiliar sights, sounds, and scents that he had little choice but to take in all at once, which (needless to say) made adjusting to the difference in sensory-input all the more difficult for him.
To make matter's worse, he his shuttle's engines had decided to throw a fit once he finally entered Earth's atmosphere, and he was forced to make an emercency (definently NOT a crash) landing little over a mile away from (what was, according to his audials and the internet) a heavily populated city. The probability that someone saw his decent from the sky and subsequent landing was slim at best, but still, those odds were too high for comfort, as far as Red Alert was concerned. He was not about to take chances and risk being discovered by the native population; especially when he was so...addled.
So, he abandoned his shuttle and took to the road, intent on sending out a call to his fellow Autobots (...wherever they were stationed) as soon as he placed a safe enough distance between himself and the spacecraft. As he drove he did his best to maintain a constant speed, to stay in a straight line and not veer overmuch in one direction or the other, but the task proved to be easier said than done. He found himself drifting periodically, nearly coasting entirely off the road in one notable instance, when his processor locked-up for a few startling moments as it struggled to filter through the torrent of sensory-information flooding his receptors. The way he perceived the world was not unlike a badly-synced stop motion film; he would hear and see things moments after he had traveled past them, his processor would lock but his body would keep moving, so when awareness was granted to him again it seemed as if he had jumped forward by minutes in only an instant.
In this disoriented state, he hadn't even noticed the police-car trailing behind him until the delayed ringing of its sirens pierced through the chaos in his processor.