Touchdown!
As the Express nears the landing pad, five of the escorting F/A-22s peels up and away, circling Autobot City at a safe distance. The sixth, brightly colored in blue and red on Air Force gray, merely rolls around the scarred, dark blue shuttle and hovers above it as it descends for landing. Another shuttle, this one a bit smaller and white, closes in rapidly.
Octane eases back on the main throttle until his ship is just hovering on its lifters; then he eases back on their throttle, too, letting the Express lower itself onto the landing pad like an oddly-shaped elevator car, coming smoothly to a halt at the ground. There's a barely-felt scuff as the skids touch pavement and take the ship's weight.
Octane cuts the throttles entirely. "Well, we're down. Talifeyah, you do what you need to do with Swindle and Vortex. Fatima will secure things groundside."
// All hands, we're on the ground. Wounded and sick are getting off first, starting with Daniel Witwicky and family. Departure will be via the forward cargo ramp, for the ease of emergency vehicles and rescue Transformers. Judging from the reception committee out there, the Truce is still on, so no shooting on the way out. Thank you for flying with the House of Al-Octane! //
The forward cargo ramp cranks down and touches pavement with a 'clang'.
Octane eases back on the main throttle until his ship is just hovering on its lifters; then he eases back on their throttle, too, letting the Express lower itself onto the landing pad like an oddly-shaped elevator car, coming smoothly to a halt at the ground. There's a barely-felt scuff as the skids touch pavement and take the ship's weight.
Octane cuts the throttles entirely. "Well, we're down. Talifeyah, you do what you need to do with Swindle and Vortex. Fatima will secure things groundside."
// All hands, we're on the ground. Wounded and sick are getting off first, starting with Daniel Witwicky and family. Departure will be via the forward cargo ramp, for the ease of emergency vehicles and rescue Transformers. Judging from the reception committee out there, the Truce is still on, so no shooting on the way out. Thank you for flying with the House of Al-Octane! //
The forward cargo ramp cranks down and touches pavement with a 'clang'.