Canon Endgame

[lissla_lissar]

It is a meadow on the hill, undisturbed and quiet. A large buck toro grazes at the far end. Violets carpet the ground, and a little stream runs behind the cabin. The air is crisp, and clean, as though no-one has so much as thought to build a fire in days...and utterly without the smell of exhaust such as industry produces. There is a hollow in

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[not_toothfairy]

It was undisturbed and quiet. As a door opens in the air, the sound rings out first, an odd rising swelling sound of no instrument known to man, accompanying the sudden leap of a great black vaguely man-shaped, almost man-sized figure where there had been none before-

-and as it swells into immensity, assuming its proper size, one foot touches down for the barest of instants-

There is another indescribable noise as the foot leaves the ground again. A moment later, there is no longer a figure to be seen- but the big black truck is settled on the grassy ground, its engine purring in something like satisfaction.

[furiousmaximus]

Another figure, more than vaguely man-shaped steps through. Max, however, doesn't grow as his feet touch the ground. His eyes are already scanning the area for threats as he strides forward a few paces and stops to wait for Lissar.

[lissla_lissar]

Lissar comes through as well, and takes a few precious seconds to drink in the sight of a full-sized TopKick, tracing her hand along the hood before asking, "Where should we sit, Ironhide? That road, there, it is the one to the city."

[not_toothfairy]

The driver's side door opens first. "Up and in," Ironhide's voice instructs from the dashboard. "Maximus, you get in on the other side. Don't touch any of the controls, either of you. So long as you tell me which way to go, I can plot the course myself."