|
Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Apr 28, 2009 15:40:01 GMT -5
Flash floods lead to some great fossils. Animals are killed quickly and kept intact, then buried under silt before scavengers have a chance to tear the corpses apart and scatter the bones. Whole herds can end up buried together, this way, when the water comes rushing down their track.
Down, down the floodplain, miles from the research facility, there is a vast deposit of silt, with countless animals buried underneath. A small fraction may someday become fossils.
This one won't, because when you get right down to it, she's not really an animal at all. Can't drown if you don't breathe in the first place! The silt, drying under the hot sun cracks and finally ruptures, as Bambi digs herself out of her shallow grave.
Hauling herself out, the dinosaur shakes herself and spits, "Pitooey!" clearing the foul water from her mouth. The harsh sunlight after the dark makes her dizzy, and she staggers, exhausted.
|
|
Duskwing
Major
"What the slag happened?"
Posts: 848
|
Post by Duskwing on May 9, 2009 22:00:39 GMT -5
Further downstream, a tall, dark, winged figure continues its relentless mechanical stride upstream, following the flood-buried remnants of the road that paralleled the river. Not that this machine is that aware of what he treads under his feet; Duskwing only knows the ground is firmer on this barely elevated ridge of mud. There's another, paler shape mounted or riding on his left shoulder.
His unwavering stride continues to toss a thin spray of mud before and behind as he puts a foot down, press through the muck to the load surface, lifts, and swings it forward, over and over and over. His dark, cowled head turns from side to side between the tall purple air intakes that comprise the inner half of each shoulder; ruby optics scan the ground ahead and the sky above.
"I know I saw a town up here somewhere's...." he mutters uncertainly.
|
|
Mistwind
Major
Licensed flight addict, deepsea diving fan, mech-pilot rookie - Accepts food and play for services.
Posts: 531
|
Post by Mistwind on May 11, 2009 9:24:09 GMT -5
"I hope they got a toy store" Mistwind mumbles, hand propped under his chin. Then, as if realizing what he said in relation to their current situation, he adds: ".... after a fuel station, of course" One can see him blush just a bit.
He notes how the environment seems less natural... different from where they had landed and removes his hand from his chin, "H-hey, Duskwing? Isn't this place wet, in a strange way?" He looks down, "Everything's covered with muck, something has changed very recently" Yay for stating the obvious.
From his perch he eyes their surroundings suspiciously, as if they're gonna come alive to jump them.
|
|
|
Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on May 11, 2009 11:12:27 GMT -5
Bambi's whole head feels fuzzy, and her fuel tank aches. She realises two things 1) she needs to get out of the sun and 2) she needs to get something to eat.
Maybe there is a local town where she can pillage some battery cells?
Most of the trees have been knocked over by the floodwater, but the dinosaur tromps to some higher ground and rummages through the debris, finally finding a branch still in leaf. Making an improvised sun parasol, she ties it to the back of her neck with some supple bark strips, so that the leafs hang over her head. Portable shade.
Her headache starts to subside, and she has the profound feeling that she is missing something. Something big. Something important.
Someone.
These pangs she is feeling aren't hunger alone, but more the hunger of one alone, but she can't place them. Bambi starts to walk downstream, hoping to find a settlement of some sort. The two Decepticons may be able to see her coming.
OOC: Arbitrarily declaring this to be Day 13, to match Motormaster's thread, unless there is a time conflict with Smells Like Fire
|
|
Duskwing
Major
"What the slag happened?"
Posts: 848
|
Post by Duskwing on May 11, 2009 19:56:24 GMT -5
Duskwing stops for a moment at Mistwind's comments. "Yeah. I dunno... was only on Earth for a short bit. Dunno much about 'ganic planets. Back home... seas didn't do this. Stayed where dey was 'sposed to."
"Toy shop? You sound like Shortround. He's always hittin' toy shops; got a thing for dem little plastic statue-thingies." He turned his cowled head, trying to focus on Mistwind. "Hey, you met Shortround yet? You'd probably get 'long like two 'Cons at an Autobot on fire."
Duskwing looks forward again and starts moving--only to stop again. He starts to raise the arm Mistwind is sitting on, stops, and raises the other arm. Pointing with one finger and his arm-gun, Duskwing asks, "Hey, you see somethin' moving over dere?"
|
|
Mistwind
Major
Licensed flight addict, deepsea diving fan, mech-pilot rookie - Accepts food and play for services.
Posts: 531
|
Post by Mistwind on May 14, 2009 16:27:23 GMT -5
"Nope, haven't met him" Mistwind answers, "Hey! You think we could go camping out like that? Sounds like fun!" Bring your marshmallows!
"Hah?" He looks up in pointed direction, zooming in as far as his sensors will it, and yes, in fact does notice something moving, but it's to far away for him to make out what it is exactely. "Yes, something is moving. Probably an animal or something..." Then he shrugs, "If it's bothering you, shoot it"
Oh were he to know that it was a Cybertronian, he would so not say this! Or wait, maybe he would...
|
|
|
Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on May 14, 2009 18:22:59 GMT -5
Bambi is a very muddy and silty mecha-dinosaur with a tree branch strapped to her neck. She is a (mecha) animal, and as such, she looks like an animal.
Her keen senses let her know that there's something moving the town. Something that smells like metals not found on this world. Something talking?
Bambi cannot be so lucky as... as... what? This planet is not Earth. She seems to remember she went over that earlier, and then she ran into... who did she run into? Fuel. She needs fuel. Bambi slinks off, hiding behind some water-tumbled boulders, waiting to see if the other machines approach her.
|
|
Duskwing
Major
"What the slag happened?"
Posts: 848
|
Post by Duskwing on May 14, 2009 19:08:59 GMT -5
"Foist, we need an Autobot full of fuel," Duskwing points out. "Dey burn better if dere loaded. Only we need the fuel, so we'd take it, and den he still wouldn't burn too well."
Duskwing would have pondered that conundrum except for the more pressing matter of the darting whatsit over there. "Boddering me? How can it be boddering me? It's way over dere, and it ain't shootin'" Duskwing is very literal-minded sometimes.
"Sides, my last kinda okay squad leader always told me not to shoot turborats and stuff when I was low on fuel, 'cause it used up more fuel, and den I wouldn't have nothin' left to shoot 'Bots with, see. 'Save it for the Bots', he usedta say."
"Hey, it just ducked behind dem dere rocks." Duskwing's stride picks up as he hastens toward those rocks...
|
|
Mistwind
Major
Licensed flight addict, deepsea diving fan, mech-pilot rookie - Accepts food and play for services.
Posts: 531
|
Post by Mistwind on May 17, 2009 14:55:06 GMT -5
Then don't shoot it, simple as that. Mistwind grips the flyer just that little bit tighter as he's rocked faster towards the rocks. As his focus increases, his chattering goes down.
The bot won't jump down to approach from another angle, oh no sir, not him. Right now he'll trust his company for the size bonus it gives him.
|
|
|
Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on May 17, 2009 20:52:39 GMT -5
Bambi can hear and smell the other robots drawing close as she huddles behind the rocks, scrunched up.
Optimus Prime. She ran into him. He was clueless. Then there was another truck, she thinks. He was... he was...
Can't focus on that now. She needs to decide what she's going to do about the approaching robots. Bambi slips the tied-on branch off and transforms to her robot mode, back pressing against the rocks. Flood plain. This is too open. Running means nothing against jets. She's not built for burrowing.
So. Either fight or talking. She'll see how well this goes.
|
|
Duskwing
Major
"What the slag happened?"
Posts: 848
|
Post by Duskwing on May 18, 2009 19:41:34 GMT -5
The ground is firmer towards the rocks, so Duskwing doesn't fling quite as much mud toward Bambi from his careless stride as before. It's still enough to coat the diminutive dinobot in black slime if she's unlucky enough to be in the way.
The big jetformer stops abruptly and stares at the tiny robot with a look of dull surprise. It's prolonged look as Duskwing's CPU struggles to connect the Darting Whatsit with the sudden appearance of the diminutive robot.
"Hey!" The light dawns, dimly. He points accusingly and says, "You're one o' dem Micromasters, like Mistwind here!"
Duskwing turns his head slightly, trying to see past his own intake to see Mistwind. "You know dis one, maybe? He's a little guy like youse."
Because obviously all short robots know each other....
|
|
Mistwind
Major
Licensed flight addict, deepsea diving fan, mech-pilot rookie - Accepts food and play for services.
Posts: 531
|
Post by Mistwind on May 19, 2009 18:18:19 GMT -5
Oh yeah, most certainly they do.... Except that Mistwind just has no clue who the Dinobot is. What a Dinobot is, even more. But it's small! It's down there, and he wants to be down there with it for acquintance purposes! "Hey there!" the little shoulder-perch leaves his domain to clamber down all the extrusions on the jetformer, landing on the rocks between Duskwing and Bambi.
Tilting his head and giving.... it... him? her?.... a small wave, Mistwind inquires, "who are you? Can we be friends?"
------------------ Bouldering down the Seeker with permission
|
|
|
Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on May 19, 2009 19:47:35 GMT -5
Bambi is a girl robot. Bambi even has some physical design clues that she is a girl robot, like the bloody red lipstick painted on her lips. Robots who are from realities that have females should be able to identify her preferred set of pronouns pretty easily.
Swarmed by Decepticons. Surrounded. This is not good not good not good. The killer claws, tucked somewhere on the back of her low legs, twitch. When Duskwing says she must be a Micromaster, she starts to bridle, throw her arms up in the air and protests, "Me Bambi not-"
Wait. Wait. he hasn't attacked yet. Are... all Decepticons this easy to dupe? She looks down at the symbol on her chest. Covered by mud. Huh. Handy, that.
She sighs and sulkily replies, "Me Bambi Micromaster." Maybe a little tall and lanky for a Micromaster, and she certainly doesn't look like she could turn into a vehicle. "Who you jet?" She looks over at Mistwind and demands, "And who you?"
Friends? Decepticons do that?
|
|
Duskwing
Major
"What the slag happened?"
Posts: 848
|
Post by Duskwing on May 19, 2009 20:03:15 GMT -5
Of course Decepticons can have friends! Friends are the other grunts who hang out with you and join you in bitching about the crappy diluted energon rations, the sadistic workaholic officers, the really bad timing of those Autobot raiders just when you was gettin' some defrag for the first time in vorns...
Then there's the friends who come up with crazy plans to heist energon from the main depot and conveniently run off when a minibot-sized Decepticon artist inconveniently turns up as a witness... Decepticon friendship is a transient, fickle thing at times.
Unfortunately for Bambi's gender perceptions, Duskwing comes from the same reality as Spinister and Needlenose. What's a female? If red lips make the dame, then His Pinkness must be a veiled harem damsel.
"The name is Duskwing. Dat dere is Mistwind." He stabs a finger at the diminutive pale robot almost under his feet.
"Which Cybertron you from?" Duskwing glares at Bambi suspiciously; there's something niggling at the back of his processor about her. "Or you from the place with dem backwards Autobots what are tryin' to be 'Cons? An' can't you speak right?"
Duskwing is a very dingy gray pot to be calling the kettle black.
|
|
Mistwind
Major
Licensed flight addict, deepsea diving fan, mech-pilot rookie - Accepts food and play for services.
Posts: 531
|
Post by Mistwind on May 20, 2009 15:08:32 GMT -5
In theory, yes, there are females in Mistwind's reality - Arcee, for example-, but this little Con has never paid much attention to what makes a femme and what not. Why should he care if it would not matter to his person?
Friends however, matter! Boy waves gingerly when Duskwing introduces him, bouncing up and down. He frowns a bit as the large jet remarks her language.... and can't help but grin at the irony. "Miss Bambi.... where are you from?" he, too, ish curious to know where this little bot came from. Not little to him, but little to the generic system of Cybertronian height.
|
|