Mechanics of Flight
(( continuing from here ))
*Upon saying "beast mode", Soundwave's transformation seemed similar to how it had been as a tape recorder, complete with how his mass also changed from large robot to smaller alt mode size. However, this time his legs folded up in front so his feet became the owl's clawed feet. His arms folded behind his wings, as the wings spread out longer and more feathered. His robot head rotated back as the owl one rose up over it. During this, a cloak of white and blue tinted feather coat covered his compact mechanical frame.
This left Soundwave falling to the ground as his still extended wings flapped about mercilessly as he did. It took him a little longer to sort out the process of refolding his wings neatly alongside his small avian body. Yes, it was rather apparent this was the first time he had an alt-mode that required wings.
Unfortunately, this avian form was nothing like the seeker and fighter jet modes he knew about. Those were equipped with thrusters and the like to propel one easily through the air. But this earthen mode of a bird required techniques and skills hardly used before.
Following what he reviewed in the diagnostics alongside his instinctual sense, Soundwave extended his wings again and held them wide. In order to achieve thrust, he needed to creat lift! (And a place to get a running head start... but he decided to get the flapping detail down pat first.)
So he flapped some, and then flapped some more, until he started to feel himself bgin to get lighter and rise. He was actually starting to make some height and started to move forward as well. But his coordination/steering was still a bit off, and he ended up crash-landing onto Chanah's shoulder.*
*A little humbled now, he folded his wings a bit and looked over to her, eyes blinking once as his head tilted.* Hoooo?
*He was trying to apologize, but those words came out as that instead. Much to his dismay. Perhaps that's where the telepathy came in?
Deciding he needed a less awkward perch, the silver owl set his sites on the back of a control chair. Except he had swooped too low for his taste, and barely missed the back of the chair. This left him to use his beak and claws to scramble the rest of the way up to his perch.*
.oO( Very... unflattering. )
*He fluffed his feathers a bit and refolded his wings, as to regain his more collected appearence for Chanah then. More practice certainly was needed in order to fly in better form, he decided.*
*Upon saying "beast mode", Soundwave's transformation seemed similar to how it had been as a tape recorder, complete with how his mass also changed from large robot to smaller alt mode size. However, this time his legs folded up in front so his feet became the owl's clawed feet. His arms folded behind his wings, as the wings spread out longer and more feathered. His robot head rotated back as the owl one rose up over it. During this, a cloak of white and blue tinted feather coat covered his compact mechanical frame.
This left Soundwave falling to the ground as his still extended wings flapped about mercilessly as he did. It took him a little longer to sort out the process of refolding his wings neatly alongside his small avian body. Yes, it was rather apparent this was the first time he had an alt-mode that required wings.
Unfortunately, this avian form was nothing like the seeker and fighter jet modes he knew about. Those were equipped with thrusters and the like to propel one easily through the air. But this earthen mode of a bird required techniques and skills hardly used before.
Following what he reviewed in the diagnostics alongside his instinctual sense, Soundwave extended his wings again and held them wide. In order to achieve thrust, he needed to creat lift! (And a place to get a running head start... but he decided to get the flapping detail down pat first.)
So he flapped some, and then flapped some more, until he started to feel himself bgin to get lighter and rise. He was actually starting to make some height and started to move forward as well. But his coordination/steering was still a bit off, and he ended up crash-landing onto Chanah's shoulder.*
*A little humbled now, he folded his wings a bit and looked over to her, eyes blinking once as his head tilted.* Hoooo?
*He was trying to apologize, but those words came out as that instead. Much to his dismay. Perhaps that's where the telepathy came in?
Deciding he needed a less awkward perch, the silver owl set his sites on the back of a control chair. Except he had swooped too low for his taste, and barely missed the back of the chair. This left him to use his beak and claws to scramble the rest of the way up to his perch.*
.oO( Very... unflattering. )
*He fluffed his feathers a bit and refolded his wings, as to regain his more collected appearence for Chanah then. More practice certainly was needed in order to fly in better form, he decided.*