Test Drive

[i-am-that-jerk.livejournal.com]

"Stupid slagging diode-blooming meatship downgrading meee-eeeeee!" Sentinel roared his displeasure as he veered around another corner. He was still getting used to the different sense of balance with his reduced size. The change in mass was playing havoc on his handling. How did the damn Bumbler deal with the change?

He clipped another corner, not slowing down as he refused to give up. Hopefully none of those skittering organics would get in his way this time.

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[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

Wyn bites her lip to keep from laughing at the robot having a sulk in front of her. "Welcome to the world of the short. You get used to it eventually." she says, not entirely sympathetically. He's still about two feet taller than her, which isn't exactly short, per se.

[i-am-that-jerk.livejournal.com]

Sentinel grinds his jawplate. "It's about dignity, and the fundamental lack thereof. We Cybertronians are the greatest race in the galaxy, and THIS is how we get treated when some war can't be won without our help?"

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

"So how tall are you usually, if being quite a bit taller than I am is still short? ... and the ship is mostly humans." Wyn points out. She's not even going to touch the 'greatest race in the galaxy' thing.

[i-am-that-jerk.livejournal.com]

"Tall and large enough to make a 'regular' snowplow, when converted; and I'm glad you recognize the abundance of your kind. Just further evidence that this techno-nightmare's judgment is severely flawed." Sentinel shakes his head.