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Post by Mistwind on Apr 21, 2009 19:41:14 GMT -5
Pondering that over while transforming back, Mistwind stares up at the seeker, tilting his head, "I only want to know dead Autobots!" ooh wait, he was asked a question.... "Jet... I don't know, just can't get em off the ground when they grow so hea....vy" Optics trail across Duskwings wings, and his fans turn on in excitement.
"Maybe, as long as I'm not carrying, force feeds... what's the word... vela, velo..." He trails off searching for the word his processor is not so quick to give.
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Post by Duskwing on Apr 21, 2009 20:18:51 GMT -5
"Huh? Sides... SIDESWIPE! That's his name. Wish he was a dead Autobot, but he's not. Him and Sunstreaker... they can really fight, like us 'Cons. 'Streaker was a gladiator in the old days, fought Megatron hisself in the arena!" Duskwing pronounces Megatron's name with a certain tone of almost sacred awe. He trails off in silence for a few minutes, then shakes his head.
"Course ain't none of them around here. I think. Less' they just showed up. Dat's back home. You from my Cybertron? You kinda look like one a dem Micromasters," Duskwing says.
He idly scuffs a foot at the ground. "Meant like if you were on me in jet mode, like maybe on my back 'tween my engines, see-- could you be like a booster pack? You know, like somebody that's got booster rockets? Your jets boost my jets and we go fast?" Duskwing looks hopeful. "We could go outside and try it out!"
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Post by Mistwind on Apr 22, 2009 4:09:01 GMT -5
"I wouldn't want to meet them then, I'm sure" Mistwind cowers, of course he knows who Megatron is, anyone fighting him and living gets a wide berth from this little mech.
He tenses at the unexpected mention of home. It's not something Mistwind likes to think back to. "No... I am not from Cybertron" he answers, twitching when Duskwing proposes their linking possibility. Wha.... wait, between Dusk's engines.... between a seeker's engines, boosting, flying? True fly-ing??! "Do WANT!" he squeaks then excitedly turns to dash towards where he knows will eventually be a way to the outdoors: "Let's try it! Come on Duskwing sir! Let's try! Please hurry up!"
He's already halfway round a corner when he pokes his head back, waving furiously, "come on!"
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Post by Duskwing on Apr 22, 2009 17:33:42 GMT -5
Duskwing's optics widen slightly and he hurries to catch up, metallic feet clanging loudly against metallic floor. "Hey! Coming!"
He holds out a hand as he passes Mistwind; the tiny Decepticon is welcome to jump aboard.
"Dis way!" Duskwing says as he heads for the outer gate and some open space. Whether or not Mistwind can do anything to help him, it's an excuse to go flying--and Duskwing loves to fly.
And Mistwind wants to fly with him! Does Duskwing have a new partner-in-crime?
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Post by Mistwind on Apr 23, 2009 3:43:08 GMT -5
Duskwing is a lot taller than Mistwind, and however he might try, eventually Mistwind would lose sight of the seeker if they ran full speed.
He jumps the offered hand, bracing himself on being carried.
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Post by Duskwing on Apr 23, 2009 20:04:32 GMT -5
Duskwing scoops up Mistwind with just a slight hitch in his stride, and heads out the main gate. Not far from the base entrance is a large cleared area that the Seekers often use for transforming and taking off. He sets Mistwind to one side and transforms.
A long, dark F-15 jet fight sits on its landing gear before the small Decepticon; there's a soft hiss of hydraulics as Duskwing's cockpit canopy swings open.
"Hey, climb aboard. Dere's hand grips somewheres; dis here mode from an Earth jet, and dey got all kinda handholds and steps for humans. Dey even got signs tellin' em where not to step, on accounta dey ain't too bright and would get demselfs sucked inna turbine wit'out a sign tellin' 'em not to. Only I don't got all dem signs, 'cause I'm a Con, see?"
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Post by Mistwind on Apr 25, 2009 17:04:18 GMT -5
Upon watching the transformation, and the jet! Mistwind takes a moment to circle it, grinning like a Christmas morning. Given, it's not an advanced space cruiser, but neither is it just a seeker! It's a seeker inviting him to go along with him! Mistwind's not gonna care where Duskwing got his mode from; it flies, goes fast and can cause destruction! Truly, what is a boy more to want?
Tackling the unusual handles swiftly, the little packformer clambers into the cockpit, glancing at the turbines Duskwing mentioned, "Poor engines.... it must be so gross to have organic bits in you!" It'd be such a mess..... On the other hand... hmm. One more pull and he flops onto the seat, shifting his backside so no-one's bothered by his own turbines. He marvels at the control board, but keeps far from it. "Duskwing sir, I'm ready!" He states confidently.
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Post by Duskwing on Apr 26, 2009 10:39:52 GMT -5
Duskwing is either far too trusting, or his cockpit controls are just for show. Given that Starscream has been known to transport hostages in his cockpit, the latter option is the more likely.
"Then away we go!!" Duskwing's engines spin up, a whine turning into a scream turning into a roar; his lifters push him off the ground, let him take off from the air, ignoring the rugged hills below as his speed builds up enough for his wings to bite the air and take over. Then, he cuts them off, flying on his mighty engines, because he is a jet and that is how Duskwing has always flown, and he loves being what he is.
It is elemental, this joy in slicing through the air, soaring high above the sullen ground; left behind is all the surly resentment of officers and patrols and duties. Here, there is only the air and the thunder of engines.
Duskwing climbs and dives and climbs again in a series of zooms; he rolls for the fun of it, and flings himself into tight, skidding turns; he'd originally started this flight to test something, but for the moment that's forgotten as he revels in just flying.
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Apr 26, 2009 15:23:20 GMT -5
The little Con presses himself against the clear solids, looking outside gingerly. His cries are small and high but each one is made from raw exhileration. "Duskwing.... this is great, no! Awesome!"
Mistwind, however, has not forgotten the 'purpose' that allows him to be here right now. He does not tear his gaze away from the outside world, but mentions; "Please save up for our experiment, sir...." A very early warning, but while he wouldn't dislike having Duskwing burn enough to result another ride, Mistwind is extremely curious to the theory.
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Post by Duskwing on Apr 27, 2009 21:50:56 GMT -5
Duskwing rolls back to horizontal and levels out. "Experiment? Oh, yeah. So you wanna climb out there and latch on somewheres? Like, uh, behind my cockpit?"
He backs off the throttle and slows down to subsonic speeds, but there's still a 400+ mph wind whipping by...
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Post by Mistwind on May 1, 2009 6:19:38 GMT -5
Mistwind knows, and feels, the air currents trying to take him with them. Still, he bravely crawls out, suddenly understanding a whole lot more the 'get sucked in an engine' problem of the squishies. No, Mistwind refuses to be blender soup. He hides behind the cockpit, slowly crawling down.
"Apologies if you feel this" He makes as he latches sharply onto the armoured hull, making sure he's tight and secure. "okay, transform..." Instantly his components are pulled snug against the jet, his turbines spinning a short warmup sequence.
This time, his link system fully seeks out Duskwing, not just doing a quick sweep. If accepting the linkage, which he has to if he wants to make use of his jetpack, Duskwing would feel like getting command over two extra turbines, and directional flaps. The latter would be obsolete to use in this case. "//You'll need to link with me, the rest is pretty intuitive//" Mistwind explains.
Of course, this does not mean that Mistwind has to do everything Duskwing wants him to; he can always stop commands from passing to the systems. But by granting his carriers a mental command over his turbines they will have a reaction time the same as if they had the engines themselves. Considering combat situations, this is very desirable.
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Post by Duskwing on May 1, 2009 17:30:52 GMT -5
"Okay! You in place dere?" Duskwing shouts (where is the mouth on a jet, one asks).
// Uh, link? // Duskwing ponders the strange signals he's getting. He sounds vaguely suspicious as he continues, // I ain't never done nothin' like that. Izzat like what Demmy's always talkin' 'bout wit' dem Mini-cons he ain't got? //
He continues flying straight and level while he sorts things out...
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on May 1, 2009 18:06:52 GMT -5
Right, how to.... He heavily tones down his confusion about a Demmy and a Minicon, focusing on the hitch. How can the jet not..... wait, has he become so used to his alternate mode that he began to see it as.... self-explaining?
"//I'm sorry, perhaps I should've ran that through before this.... you could always just tell me what to do//" instead of loading it directly into his mainframe. This is a weird kind of freedom. One he is not used to. "//back home people preferred the link... I assumed I had to recede.... I'm sorry, just tell me when to activate the engines.//"
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Post by Duskwing on May 1, 2009 18:18:04 GMT -5
The flurry of half-finished sentences only confuses Duskwing further. // Huh? Just tell me what you mean by link! // he replies, exasperated. // Am I supposed to tune to this signal, then? ///
He waggles his wings slightly in annoyance, then settles down. // Let me get back up to speed--hope you latched on good. // Duskwing seals his cockpit again and opens his throttles, pushing back through the sound barrier to a supersonic cruise.
// 'kay... HIT IT! //
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Post by Mistwind on May 1, 2009 18:41:10 GMT -5
Oh, they'd need explosives to separate the two now. For a moment his systems recalibrate as they are pulled into the stream. On Duskwing's alert his turbines slam open fueltanks; the warmup sequence allows him to go all out instantly, so when he adds his own power to that of Duskwing it's climbing quickly to a secure, strong roar. Using his sensors he adapts his flaps so they are even with Duskwing's geometry, streamlining into the winds.
His meters are monitoring the readouts and as he's throwing everything against the wall now, velocity is rising stat.
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