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Post by rustbucket on Jan 19, 2016 21:03:01 GMT
The Bonneville Salt Flats is a densely packed salt pan in Tooele County in northwestern Utah. The area is a remnant of the Pleistocene Lake Bonneville and is the largest of many salt flats located west of the Great Salt Lake. It is here were Land Speed records are made, movies shot, tv shows filmed and air and space craft are tested. A flat desert of dust and salt, where people come to play in the sand and put as much dust in the air as possible. It is also home to the Bonneville Speedway. This is where a Velocitron should go for fun and games if they're willing to get their paint job a little dusty and get their grills plugged and let off a little smoke and steam. This is not the place for the Daytona lovers. Go back to the East Coast for that.
Welcome, to Boneville. Enjoy the sun, sand and speed.
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Post by rustbucket on Jan 19, 2016 21:17:48 GMT
First, there was silence.
Then there was an ear shattering kaboom. Two, in fact. One covered by the other. An echo of near misses.
The roar of engines muted out the other boom, barely. Their drivers may have noticed the smoke streak flying through the sky. It twisted over, a brief light flickering through the cars. Then it sped onward and downward. Then it was out of sight beyond the horizon.
The next impact shook the ground and tore the earth, leaving a smoking gouge upon the earth. It bounced and skipped a few times, metal shield sheering off as it rolled and came up, briefly showing a robot, smoking like the rest. The briefest glimpse of green eyes as it rolled again and a large car, looking like a stylized train came out, bellowing smoke from it's stack and roaring like a lion over it's territory. Four wheels on the ground and dust clouds shot up as it spun back towards those he had seen racing.
"Thanks Solus I stuck that landing. By The Pit that was fun." He began broadcasting to the Autobots, letting them know he had arrived. For now, he was glad to be set free from the confines of his shell. Free to let his engine roar and free let the world know he was a coming.
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Post by Whirl on Jan 23, 2016 2:18:37 GMT
a Ground-Bridge opened, and a lanky blue rotary stepped through, his jerky stride taking him waling to the scene of the crash.
Whirl was torn between enjoying the scene or just pulling the mech inside out of the mess. Eventually though, he walked right up and ripped off a door, looking in at him.
"You look like you need help. Sadly the only one available is me..."
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Post by rustbucket on Jan 23, 2016 3:12:26 GMT
Having a door ripped off of him rather startled Rustbucket. He stopped in the cloud of dust and vented, swirling the dust away from his pipes. On his side sat several kegs and one on a direct feed to his engine and smoke came from a rather solid looking stack. Then he transformed, engine block going up into his cockpit and the stack just falling off of him as he stood and pushed up with his back wheels. The kegs slipped around the waist along with a kit from the back as the roof collapsed over the engine block and split, leaving three exhausts on each side. One hand grabbed the stack which had became a very solid and very large hammer as he got to his feet. The head came out last, not of any known design for cybertronians or even velocitronians. Two large green optics were surrounded by a solid and scarred helm that curved out to form broad, almost pointed ears and two rather large tusks came from the front of the green face. A smile came to the face, beneath the pitted and scarred black body. It was a smile that showed sharp teeth a cybertonian shouldn't have needed. And on the chest came a shield, bearing the autobot symbol and the mark of Solus, the golden hammer.
"Help is always appreciated. Generally unless one is in the hospice, it's less painful. Or is this how you always greet new friends?" Rustbucket jammed the hammer into the ground and it buried itself and stood, the mark of Solus showing beneath the dust. He reached into his pack and pulled out a hammer and a couple of replacement hinges. "If you'd be so kind, I'd like my door back. Adds wind resistance when it get's inside."
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Post by Whirl on Jan 23, 2016 3:34:35 GMT
"Sorry buddy... thought you were the ship there for a moment. The ground gave ya quite the brutalizing, huh?" Whirl asked. He handed the door back, "But yeah, I greet my friends this way too!"
He straightened up, unbending his knees so that he was easily as tall as Rustbucket.
"This is Earth," he looked around, gesturing with a claw, "We're fightin' for it over the greater good, though Primus knows I can't think what it's got to offer."
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Post by rustbucket on Jan 23, 2016 3:49:56 GMT
Taking back his door, Rustbucket shook his head, still grinning as he twisted his arm up and around while using the other to shove the door back in place. He dropped the pins in. "Ha. Not the ground. I've spent a long time away from where I can get any normal repairs by a certified doctor. Long time. This is all self repair of generations upon generations of my flesh and blood kin." He reached into the kit and pulled out a pipe bent in two half squares and put it between the doors hinges. Then he gave it a few good hits and put those away and reached in again, getting extra wiring and cover, connecting the door back. He flapped it a few times to make sure it worked.
I left the ground with a mark it won't soon forget. And Earth?" He raised a brow and patted it with his foot as he finished the repairs to himself. "The creatures here name it for what it has much of, it appears. And I can think of many things it can offer. Though less for cybertonians, I suppose, then for the natives."
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Post by Whirl on Jan 23, 2016 13:59:29 GMT
"The creatures here are small-minded and lost," Whirl told Rustbucket, stretching very slightly, "I'm not the best at greetin's," he stated in his high, squawking voice, "But if ya one for killin' 'cons, there's plenty of 'em skulkin' around on this ball."
He looked around at the landscape, "Got some great flyin' territory though..."
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Post by rustbucket on Jan 23, 2016 15:06:10 GMT
"Then I suppose it is only a matter of time before I face them beside you. I'd rather they come peacefully." He tore the hammer from the ground and swung it into both his hands, the weight of it having some effect on him. He then put it to his back, where there was a solid thud of metal on metal and he reached around his back to pull out a hooked chain, which he put down by the hammers head.
"In truth, it's been a long time since I've gone head to head with Decepticons. I've had a hard education learning not to underestimate those smaller then us though." He looked to the sky and nodded, grinning again. "The open sky call like the open road? The freedom to go as fast as you can, to put your engine in the red just to see if you can? Break a new barrier? Or are you suggesting something more formal, like a race?"
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Post by Whirl on Jan 23, 2016 15:28:31 GMT
"Racin' ain't my style. My style's style," Whirl replied. He still hadn't asked the other mech's name, "The Prime rattles on and on about, you gotta get yourself an alt mode to fit in. We don't want to scare the resident vermin, or somethin'... Can't say I'm seein' much effort to keep it down."
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Post by rustbucket on Jan 23, 2016 15:40:40 GMT
"Style is good too. I already got my alt mode however. It fits my style and who I am. I'm a Rodder. We always stuck out like sore thumbs on Velocitron. I'd either call it coincidence that I end up in a place where I can find some like my type or Solus' guidance. Style, substance, speed and power, can try for all or try for one. Never been one for style, but I knew plenty who had wicked paint jobs. If you aren't who you want to be, why bother?" He shrugged. His philosophy was not common, he supposed. And, the one before him probably didn't want it. Given his, particularities. Seemed almost recognizable at that. The worst he'd done was tore off a door and had held no actual violence to him. And he was an Autobot. They'd had trouble in their own ranks often enough.
"Anyways, I Rustbucket. I suppose at this point, it's cliche to ask to take me to the leader? Or are there other, more fun things to which we could do with our time?"
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Post by Whirl on Jan 23, 2016 15:53:17 GMT
"No cons around here... shame. Ya might as well be dragged back ta base," Whirl answered, itching at his wrists again, "We got us shiny new guys what think they're the boss of me and suchlike."
He called up a ground-bridge, then turned back around and scrutinized Rustbucket for several seconds.
"So... it's Rustbucket, huh? I'm Whirl. The Wrecker."
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Post by rustbucket on Jan 23, 2016 16:02:13 GMT
Rustbucket nodded at the name. That explained why he was recognizable. The Fistitron's articles had often dealt with the Wreckers. He'd flooded with those after rejoining Autobot society. He'd missed a lot. "Nice to meet you formally then. Your name and occupation carries a certain gravitas to me at least. Rare thing to meet surviving Wreckers. And if they are new and shiny, have you ever thought of getting them a little dirty or dusty? A tussle in the mud or thrown to the desert dust can be an experience. Especially if they can't handle a little dirt on the precious paint job." He gave a grin and then motioned with one arm.
"Lead the way, you know the base better then I. And I'm not going to back stab you. I'm of an honest profession. I just slam my hammer on heads from the front."
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Post by Whirl on Jan 23, 2016 16:30:54 GMT
"Nice to meet somebody with the proper respect for Wreckers, eh?" Whirl asked. Rustbucket was probably trying to remember what it was that Whirl was supposed to be well-known for - oh yes, being the meanest son of a gear drill-sergeant the Wreckers had ever come up with. Oh, and for being the only mech to win the poll of 'most likely to defect' two years in a row without actually defecting.
The blue rotary opened up a ground bridge, trying to pick bits of sand out of his plating.
"Can't imagine why I'm leading you around like a lost sparkling..." he muttered, as the bridge to the control room opened, "Not my job to help people..."
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Post by rustbucket on Jan 23, 2016 16:42:30 GMT
"May not be your job, but you've done so and you have my thanks. Forgive me if I seem like a lost sparkling, never the intent. This is a new world and I've had not much for contact, nor do I know any on this planet. A greeting by a Wrecker is not to be understated. Your like do the dirty work so I can keep my hands cleaner on the front lines. And many die horribly for it. It's the way of war." He said, bowing his head a little making the mark of Solus in the air, a simplified T. He headed into the vortex.
"If you do not wish to lead me, point me to the forge. I will give my thanks there."
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Post by Whirl on Jan 23, 2016 17:00:55 GMT
"Nah, I'm headed back anyway," Whirl replied, stepping through the bridge.
(To the command central!)
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Post by rustbucket on Jan 23, 2016 17:05:40 GMT
With a shrug, and one last look at the wide open desert, Rustbucket followed. Nice place they had here.
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