kismet_loop | [accidental video]

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[accidental video]

[It's been a few days since the end of the explosions that have been following him and others throughout the place. Jetstorm wasn't alone during that time, not entirely, but now that it's over, he's getting time to think about what all has happened. Who he was left with, the world he finds himself in now, the idea that they could all find themselves under attack again at any time, for any or no reason at all.]

I am a warrior.

[Where he is now isn't clear, but by the absence of sound in the room but for what Jetstorm himself makes, it's clear he's alone. If his feet could wear a path in the ground walking the same circle over and over, they would. There is no indication for how long he has been walking like this, one end of his nunchucks in each hand as if he thought he might need it. He seems fretful as he argues with himself, and completely oblivious to the little drone close by, silently recording everything.]

I am strong. I am swift.

[His hands lower and he doesn't seem to notice it or care. One hand lets go of a grip to reach up and rub down his face. A few paces later, his other hand goes a little too slack and his weapon goes down to the ground with a clatter. The Minicon looks down at it in horror with a cry.]

Ah! No!

[In a rush, he darts down to retrieve his nunchucks and clutches them in front of him again, grip renewed. One hand pulls into his subspace to retrieve the only other item he has ever carried on his person: a cleaning cloth. With a whimper, he steps over to sit down on a small stool that may or may not have been for a bot his size, or perhaps for a human, and begins to methodically wipe down his weapon from one end to the other, always in small, counter clockwise circles.]

Most humble apologies, Master Drift.

[But his fingers are trembling. He misses spots, only to go back and work over them again.]

I am strong... I am...

[Finally, he gives in and hugs his knees to himself, pinning his nunchucks against him, and shivers.]

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[He'll look back to her ride himself, then back to her again.]

If I estimate correctly, the translation would be about four hundred and fifty pound units. [And he's not looking confident in that at all, comparing his thick frame to her ride.] I am not so sure this will work. I worry I may damage something.

Edited 2015-07-29 00:53 (UTC)

Well... if a hundred-and-fifty pound guy can haul a three hundred and fifty pound caribou across the back of their skidoo, I'm willing to at least try it. [If worse comes to worse, she can call for pick-up.] We'll just have to be really careful with getting situated.

[Those optics might widen a little, then look at that 'skidoo' and back at her again.]

I... suppose. If I feel that it is beginning to take damage under my weight, I can let myself fall off the back to stop it. It would only be paint scratches at best, but I do not want to cause you to not have a faster means of travel.

[She offers Jetstorm a reassuring smile, shrugging before she pulls her shirt on again.] If things go terribly, terribly wrong, I at least know a guy who'll fix it---and another who'd give us a lift. [The thought's enough to get her grinning briefly, while her expression's hidden, because it's true and awesome and a little ridiculous; she knows a guy---two or three guys, actually---if there are repairs needed for anything mechanical; she knows a guy, if she needs a quick getaway; she knows a guy, if she needs aerial support; she knows a guy, if she really needs somebody punched. Something's gone terribly right, at least insofar as her social networking's concerned.]

I think we'll be okay if we proceed with caution. If you want to get on first, facing the back, and leaving a little room for me to sit so's I can actually drive, we'll have almost all of the weight situated over the section of body best for bearing it.

[He still doesn't look sure about this and he's not going to until they actually make it with the skidoo in one piece at the end of their trip. But he'll give her one more look, just to give her a lat chance to change her mind, before he steps over to the thing and starts to veeeery gingerly try to position himself on it as requested... with every little squeak and creak and unexpected shift of metal/leather/whatever under him forcing a pause out of him.]

[At that last look, Sam nods, having no intention of changing her mind. This is happening, and... the stree'doo holds. It holds even as she situates herself to sit back-to-back with Jetstorm, and although the minicon can't see it, he's sure to hear her smile as she speaks.]

Okay. Awesome. I am feeling optimistic about this. I'm going to start'er up so we can set out, but I'll go slow. You ready?

[He's just holding his balance here, still nervous, but not enough to get back off the vehicle again and just insist upon running the route.]

I am ready. I think... it may hold out.

[And he'll be watching that machine like a cyberhawk, just in case. That's not fear on him, that's concentration.]

Good, good. Here we go.

[And moments after Sam secures her helmet, they do go, starting off slow and gaining speed only gradually. Despite Jetstorm's weight, the stree'doo seems to be bearing up alright.]

[So far, so good. He'd take a better look at this thing if he thought he could do so while they're riding around on it, and it does make him feel more than a little awkward, but eventually it'll get faster than he can run, and he can't really complain. This is pretty neat.]

[It's neater yet when they hit a good clip, and the higher speed illustrates one advantage the stree'doo has over an actual motorcycle; its stability, even with all the weight atop it.]

Edited 2015-08-02 15:55 (UTC)

[This is... actually really neat. He's always been used to the world rushing by from the speed of his own two legs, or the feeling of motion from within his pod form, where he has no visual sensory input, as experienced from within his Master's vehicle form, but he's never seen it for himself. It's fascinating, for sure. He'll find himself looking all around at everything, watching it rush by, feeling a little thrill at it.]

Do you travel around using this device often?

Yeah.

[She has to raise her voice on account of the engine noise and her helmet's muffling effect, but it's a non-issue; she can be loud, if inclined.]

Not fast on my feet, and besides! The novelty of driving dry in warm weather's not worn off.

[Strange, a little. Maybe. Okay, a bit.]

You do not have these things where you were?

Sorta! We have 'em, but we have 'em outfitted for driving on snow and ice---skis, instead of wheels. There are some for water, too, but I never drove one.

Ah. [Something to ponder later. It's neat, but hopefully Cybertron doesn't have anything like that here. Then again, the organic life kinda needs it, but the rust that'll come with... Ugh.]

[Sam would nod, but. There's that whole sitting back-to-back. With the clip they're traveling at, it doesn't take long to reach a Gateway, though it's a brief stop to actually utilize the thing.]

Doin' alright with my driving?

[They stop, and Jetstorm has been looking around enough to take notice of the portal. It's not the first time he's seen one, but it's something he'll need to use in the future, he's sure.]

Yes. If I had the ability to travel like this, I would do so as often as I possibly could. At least, for a while.

[Hm. But that portal...] I have heard those called portals. Are they groundbridges?

You could always ask Wheeljack? When he and I were first talking about transportation, he took me through the Warehouse until I saw something I liked, and I'm sure he wouldn't mind doing the same for someone else.

[Now Sam nods.]

Yep! Or, so I was told; I've heard 'groundbridge,' I've heard 'gateway.'

[Don't mind that look on him.] Who is Wheeljack? I have heard that designation before, but I do not recall.

Chief Engineer, here, and one of the Guardians.

[Even as they're moving on again---and again starting slow---she continues.]

He helped us get the theatre set up, too. Very friendly, very accommodating.

Perhaps I should speak with him.

[Maybe.]

You totally should. At the very least, he's a good person to know---and to be able to refer other people to.

I would have to eventually anyway, yes? Where are all of the Guardians? I have met one, in the medbay.

Well, maybe not have to, but the odds are good. There's Wheeljack at the Hub, Irja at the farm, Rathan in the ruins out West... That's not all the Guardians, but those are the ones I know where to find.

I was told they are the ones who keep the Miasma out of the city. How do we help them?

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