Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on May 1, 2009 19:02:35 GMT -5
Duskwing is already a very fast jet--he may look like an F-15, but his engines are much more powerful than those built on Earth. He's still governed by the aerodynamics of the borrowed human-designed form--but the F-15 was built for speed.
As he passes through Mach 1.5 Duskwing tilts his nose up--it's harder to go fast down low in the thick air. As he hurtles upward, he continues to accelerate. It's a rush, all that extra thrust; Duskwing doesn't think about where he's going or how far, he just revels in the speed.
"WHOOO-HAAAAA!" He firewalls his throttle; somewhere around 60,000 ft he levels off and leaves Mach 2 far behind.
// Dis here is awesome! // Duskwing says, exulting in speed. // Lemme know if it gets too hot for yuse! //
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on May 4, 2009 3:56:26 GMT -5
Way incredible! So close to the mighty thunder of their engines, Mistwind sheer hysterical laughter is lost in the onslaught. Still, telemeters are rising strong, loyally monitoring their speed. For just the moment revere, marvel and joy push Duskwing’s presence to the back, until his comlink beeps to snatch him back from heaven.
“//It so is! It’s incredible! Have you ever gone this fast, sir?!//” is that ecstasy in his voice? No fraggin’ wonder!
Er...... Wait, hot, Hot?! “//J-Just don’t descend to quickly to generate meteor burn! My armour won’t handle something like that!//”
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on May 4, 2009 17:35:18 GMT -5
Duskwing doesn't answer for a moment; he's too busy reveling in the sheer ecstasy of hurtling through the air at mind-numbing speeds.
// Nope. Not never, and don't go my top speed much, 'cause we don't got enough fuel... // Duskwing trailed off as a thought fought to make itself to the top of his mind.
// Nah, we're not orbital or nothin'. Just figure you'll notice first if we're goin' way too fast. The edges in front start meltin' first, // Duskwing says, and then snickers over the radio. // Back home, the really fast guys usta like to grab Empties an' wimpy Autobots and take 'em flyin' really fast, see? //
The thought finally escapes, and Duskwing checks his internal gauges. // Uh... I think maybe we oughta slow down... fuel's low. //
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on May 5, 2009 15:43:14 GMT -5
"//Can I be honest? My tanks still had fuel from back home, well.... they ran empty right before you stopped acceleration//" so, not anymore they do! Checking his heat sensors, Mistwind really can't detect any signs of wear. Figuring that his metal is designed to withstand at least this, the boy feels a bit more secure. He giggles at the story though, "//they probably didn't enjoy themselves as much as I'm doing right now!//"
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on May 6, 2009 19:48:43 GMT -5
// Uh, yeah. I think I better land before I crash... // Duskwing replies, sounding uncertain. He banks and descends, throttling back to just above stall speed after completing the turn. There's a great, marshy river delta below them; his new course takes him back inland... hopefully toward higher, and drier, ground.
// Figure we can find a town or somethin' and dry-charge. Dat's what the guys did 'fore Hook got the energon maker goin', see? // Duskwing explains. // Den we can fly back again. //
Lower down, Duskwing could pick out patches of higher ground--breached levees lining the main river channel, surrounded on all sides by shallow, spreading floodwater.
// Youse see any decent landing spots? // he asks querulously. // Gotta be somethin' round here. //
Reluctant to venture away from the easy line-of-navigation provided by the river, Duskwing flies further and further upstream.
// Dere! It's drier up ahead! // Duskwing unlimbered one arm and pointed at muddy fields. He transformed the rest of the way, forgetting how that might affect his passenger/add-on enhancement.
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on May 6, 2009 20:32:44 GMT -5
Ah, crash? Did he just say...? Mistwind told Duskwing he wouldn't hold the both of them upright, right? Right?! Well bother; "//...//" really, he's actually very much prepared to let go the moment Duskwing stops fighting gravity.
Then the larger Con asks: "// Youse see any decent landing spots? //", and the little 'former nearly doubles over if he weren't bound so tightly: "//I'm sorry? No! I have no visual sensors to spot something like that and... pit!//" Before he knows it, Duskwing transforms without warning, his latches fighting to keep parts together to no avail. They release Duskwing in the emergency programming meant for situations like this.
The downside of such an action is coming in the form of a disoriented freefall to the ground while he tries to get all his limbs back to bot mode. His body complies, instantly ejecting a frame from his backside. Then Mistwind disappears below a glidernet, caught by thermal drafts, leaving Duskwing to sort the landing out for himself. "//...s.... slagging warn me will ya!//" He sounds none to pleased, though more annoyed and startled than angry. Up in the sky, his hanglider is dutifully carrying him in circles.
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on May 6, 2009 20:44:00 GMT -5
"Huh?" Duskwing looks around in puzzlement; what is Mistwind going on about? He shrugs, twitching both arm guns, and settles to the ground. The mud squelches underfoot, and Duskwing scowls. He lifts one foot and scowls more at the black gunk coating the underside of his foot. "It's stucky, but holds my weight!"
The dark blue and purple jet-former looks up at the little robot with the hang glider. He stares at the circling figure. "You can fly? What kinda wings is dat?"
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Post by Mistwind on May 7, 2009 9:24:35 GMT -5
Setting in a descend while circling Duskwing, he answers brightly, "they're not really wings; it's a glider allowing me to remain airborn on the thermal winds!".
Diving down and setting in a secure landing, right before his feet hit the ground the hanglider folds back to its pocket. Stepping out to keep his balance on the soppy soil he looks up and around him. For a moment he stands frozen in the environment, taking everything in. Then he laughs, rubbing his nose cheekily, "well.... we sure hit the sunny slopes, didn't we?!" His unconcerned laughter carries well.
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on May 7, 2009 17:31:24 GMT -5
Duskwing stares as Mistwind lands. "Uh-huh. I guess if it works... but dose things look really flimsy. Somebody shoots dem, dey'll just go FWOOF!" Duskwing gestures dramatically with both pale gray hands.
Then Mistwind says something nonsensical again. Duskwing stares blankly, then finally says, "Uh... it's flat here."
He points upstream, vaguely northwest. "I think I saw a town dat way." The tall Seeker starts off with a long-legged stride, and then halts suddenly, remembering how Mistwind had trouble keeping up in the base.
"Hey, you want a lift?" Duskwing asks diffidently. It's not that he's suddenly feeling solicitous of the weaker Micromaster, really--it's just hard to talk to someone lagging a mile behind. Duskwing likes chatting with Mistwind.
--- OOC: segue over to "Drowned Dinosaur" after next round?
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on May 8, 2009 15:19:16 GMT -5
Reminded of the fragileness of his hanglider, Mistwind crosses his arms in front of him, murmuring through clenched teeth, "yeah..... well..... non-militia hardly gets the heavy stuff....." Still, that doesn't make him a scaredy cat!
He bounds after Duskwing as the seeker sets off, the ground squishing and splashing underneath him. As Duskwing suddenly halts, the smallish Con finds himself standing in a footstep pool. From it, looking up at Duskwing with a tilted head, he's not going to turn down the profitable offer. Hey, being carried, getting somewhere faster, having someone to talk to, sign him up for that.
"It would get us around faster" he admits. Should Duskwing hold out his hand, he'll gladly clamber onto it.
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on May 8, 2009 20:34:35 GMT -5
Duskwing lifts Mistwind up and raises him to his shoulder, giving the "micromaster" the chance to perch there.
"Huh? What non-mil--mil--militia? All 'Cons is combat guys. Ain't dey?" Duskwing's face is screwed up in puzzlement as he continues walking. Heavy feet sink deeper into the mud and drag out again, driven relentlessly by machine-driven servos; the Decepticon's hasty stride flings mud everywhere.
----- off to "Drowned Dinosaur"?
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Post by Mistwind on May 9, 2009 18:00:39 GMT -5
Ah look! Mistwind gets to sit on Duskwing's shoulder like a little pirate parrot. Doesn't he feel special now?
Actually, no, no he doesn't; this ain't a mount, but a lift. One that happens to ask him a question to make his Decepticon pride dent just that slightly. Isn't that the foremost difference between them and 'Bots?? "We are! And we are the best!" Mistwind beams, "But if we all do the same.... wouldn't that be.... boring?" He objects, "and stupid... very much?"
------- Let's bolt!
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