Drama Doesn't Follow Me.. It Rides On My Back
See, the road-bug bit... don't get me wrong, I do enjoy the Lounge... but for someone who's always been a bit of a wanderer, even before the war, and even when the war started I got used t'being off-base for long periods of time - always out there and lookin' for new stuff and trends.
Prowl's been takin' lessons at the dojo, so I ain't worried about him bein' too lonely, but I needed t'get out and stretch my wheels a bit. Most of it was uneventful. Lotsa nice scenery - made me wish Hound or Beachcomber, or my buddy Steeljaw was here so we could've enjoyed it together.
No, see... it was all kinda nice and relaxin' for most of the drive till I decided to take a different route back home. The road took me through this canyon that had wooded mountainsides on either side. They were high enough t'block out most of the late afternoon sun.
Lookin' back, maybe it wasn't such a good idea t'come this way...
*Jazz wasn't sure what he was looking at when his headlights picked out the first figure on the road. He'd thought it was one of the Insecticons and against his better knowledge had called out to it - with the truce and all, he was willing to put his dislike for the bugs aside and help this one out if it was lost.
Only... rather than reply to him, the thing had tried to eat him.*
Definitely not the Insecticons I know. They look like 'em but I don't think they're sentient. Thank Primus for special ops training, or I'd be Jazz sashimi right now...
*More came down the hillside on his right, probably out of some hidden caves between the trees, and they look ravenously hungry; and with nowhere to go forward or backward, he transforms and hightails it up the slope on his left hoping there was another road up there.*
And yikes! there's more here, too. Looks like I ain't got a choice. Hope this ol' rifle works; haven't used the thing since I got here.
*Pulling out his rifle he shoots the first bug that tries to jump at him, blowing its head off and swatting the next one aside with the barrel of the rifle. His right hand switches to his grapple and he uses the hook and line like a barbed whip, but they keep coming after him. He doesn't look back, zig-zagging around the trees and boulders as he runs forward. Sometimes he slips and he has to turn and shoot at a few bugs while getting up to run again.*
This is nuts... s'like there ain't no end to 'em. Fraggit, Prowl's gonna kill me if I don't get outta this mess.
*there's a large rocky ledge ahead... way higher than he is, almost as tall as the trees here. Quickly he shoots his hook and line, starting to climb as soon as it's wedged, and hoping those bugs down there can't climb, too... When he reaches the top, he stops and looks around. He can see bits of the road at the bottom that aren't covered by the bugs and further up-slope he can see the higher road... he just needs to get past the few hundred bugs to get there... He opens up a broad comm-line...*
[SOS! This is Jazz! I could use some help here! I just don't know where 'here' is right now, but if y'can follow my signal I'd appreciate the assist. I've got bugs tryin' t'eat me. Large robotic bugs, and they look hungry! Hurryin' would be good-]
*He stops mid-broadcast to swing the butt of his rifle at a not-Insecticon trying to climb the large rock ledge he's standing on, then shoots at a few more... anyone who can pick up the broadcast would have probably heard the sounds... his signal keeps transmitting the old morse code for SOS*
So much for adventure...
((OOC: sort-of open thread I guess, but for the flying bots... uh... just know that any instant rescue effectively kills the drama/plot I'm tryin' to get going here...))
Prowl's been takin' lessons at the dojo, so I ain't worried about him bein' too lonely, but I needed t'get out and stretch my wheels a bit. Most of it was uneventful. Lotsa nice scenery - made me wish Hound or Beachcomber, or my buddy Steeljaw was here so we could've enjoyed it together.
No, see... it was all kinda nice and relaxin' for most of the drive till I decided to take a different route back home. The road took me through this canyon that had wooded mountainsides on either side. They were high enough t'block out most of the late afternoon sun.
Lookin' back, maybe it wasn't such a good idea t'come this way...
*Jazz wasn't sure what he was looking at when his headlights picked out the first figure on the road. He'd thought it was one of the Insecticons and against his better knowledge had called out to it - with the truce and all, he was willing to put his dislike for the bugs aside and help this one out if it was lost.
Only... rather than reply to him, the thing had tried to eat him.*
Definitely not the Insecticons I know. They look like 'em but I don't think they're sentient. Thank Primus for special ops training, or I'd be Jazz sashimi right now...
*More came down the hillside on his right, probably out of some hidden caves between the trees, and they look ravenously hungry; and with nowhere to go forward or backward, he transforms and hightails it up the slope on his left hoping there was another road up there.*
And yikes! there's more here, too. Looks like I ain't got a choice. Hope this ol' rifle works; haven't used the thing since I got here.
*Pulling out his rifle he shoots the first bug that tries to jump at him, blowing its head off and swatting the next one aside with the barrel of the rifle. His right hand switches to his grapple and he uses the hook and line like a barbed whip, but they keep coming after him. He doesn't look back, zig-zagging around the trees and boulders as he runs forward. Sometimes he slips and he has to turn and shoot at a few bugs while getting up to run again.*
This is nuts... s'like there ain't no end to 'em. Fraggit, Prowl's gonna kill me if I don't get outta this mess.
*there's a large rocky ledge ahead... way higher than he is, almost as tall as the trees here. Quickly he shoots his hook and line, starting to climb as soon as it's wedged, and hoping those bugs down there can't climb, too... When he reaches the top, he stops and looks around. He can see bits of the road at the bottom that aren't covered by the bugs and further up-slope he can see the higher road... he just needs to get past the few hundred bugs to get there... He opens up a broad comm-line...*
[SOS! This is Jazz! I could use some help here! I just don't know where 'here' is right now, but if y'can follow my signal I'd appreciate the assist. I've got bugs tryin' t'eat me. Large robotic bugs, and they look hungry! Hurryin' would be good-]
*He stops mid-broadcast to swing the butt of his rifle at a not-Insecticon trying to climb the large rock ledge he's standing on, then shoots at a few more... anyone who can pick up the broadcast would have probably heard the sounds... his signal keeps transmitting the old morse code for SOS*
So much for adventure...
((OOC: sort-of open thread I guess, but for the flying bots... uh... just know that any instant rescue effectively kills the drama/plot I'm tryin' to get going here...))