Post by Windshear on Jan 21, 2012 21:26:56 GMT -8
January 21st, somewhere over Kansas
2:18 PM
2:18 PM
Windshear was falling. The world tilted crazily. In that moment there was nothing but the scream of the wind and the landscape spinning in a multicolored blur, a rushing chaos that threatened to reach up and grab the Seeker--but abruptly he pulled up, away, out of the uncontrolled, tumbling dive, and rose back into the sky in a graceful arc. He never tired of doing that, of pulling himself out of a seemingly-hopeless fall and bringing order to the chaos of his descent.
The Decepticon was out for a flight.
Eradicon drones didn’t really have much to be thankful for. They were used and abused by their commanders, some even to death, but they at the very least had superiors that understood that Seeker-types needed to get out and in the open air every now and again. Windshear was grateful for that. He had no idea where he currently was, having not bothered to memorize the population clusters of the humans. Why should he? All he needed to know how to do was what his superiors told him.
He gently spiraled up. Anyone watching the skies would be startled by the sight of the drone--he had no Earth-based alt-mode, and instead was out flying as a Cybertronian jet. This probably wasn’t the smartest idea, but Windshear had actually been built with his alt-mode, and unless one of his superiors stepped in to give him an overhaul, he was stuck with it. He rather liked it, though--it was an angular design, flat but wide, with a blunt nose and a pair of forward-pointing wings. It was a sharp, dangerous-looking thing, all wicked angles and curved blade-like protrusions. The sun glinted in fitful starts off the myriad facets of the jet’s dark purple exoskeleton.
As vicious-looking as the Cybertronian’s alt-mode was, however, this was clearly not a predator’s flight. There was no hunt going on today, no lethal intent evident in the lazy loops, the occasional sudden climbs and wild drops. This was, very simply, a creature enjoying itself.
Windshear was keeping an eye on the sky around him--you really couldn’t be too careful with M.E.C.H. sniffing about--but a stealthy flier would have little trouble sneaking up on him. He performed a rather right aileron roll, accelerating as he did before he climbed at the end of the roll, his nose turned up towards the sun.