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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[stingslikeali.livejournal.com]

"Gah! Hey!" Bee said, dodging out of the way. "Watch where you're going!"

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

Sentinel skidded to a halt, spinning two complete circles in the process. "YOU watch where I'm going, Bumbler!" He slips back into robot mode. He may be downsized, but he's still a good sight taller than Optimus' flunky.

[stingslikeali.livejournal.com]

"Why should I? Is the "superior officer" completely incapable of being responsible for himself?"

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

Sentinel practically growls. "The superior officer has been unjustly assaulted by a disgusting techno-organic entity, and is now trying to adjust to a significant shift in mass! Damn stabilizers haven't finished compensating yet..."

[stingslikeali.livejournal.com]

"...Y'know this wouldn't happen if you picked a more maneuverable alt-mode. Or, y'know, actually remembered that we have legs for a reason."

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

Oh look, it's a skittering organic! Wyn is currently a bit distracted by something on her omnicom and doesn't notice the tinier-than-usual snowplow barreling towards her.

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

"That's not the point! The point is that I'm not about to let some archaic organic-designed vehicle mode thwart me! I don't even know why this abomination of a vessel put me back into it anyway! And what good is an alt-mode if you don't take the time to master it?" Sentinel fumed, stamping his servos.

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

Still annoyed by his brush with the flunky, Sentinel barely notices the squishy up ahead. "Out of the way, organic!" Unable to veer away in time, he transforms, punching a fist into the ground to vault over the lesser life-form, winding up transformed and flat on his back with a crash. "Oof!"

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

Well, Wyn notices that, at least. "Are you all right?" she asks, tilting her head as she peers down at the robot currently lying flat on the floor. "That was possibly the second-coolest thing I've seen this week, by the way."

[stingslikeali.livejournal.com]

"You do know we you can use the Sensoriums for this? A lot more space to drive in, and it has the added benefit of NOT nearly running a bot over!"

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

Sentinel grumbles and fumes as he collects himself, standing back up. "Stupid organic...." He looks down at this one. He's fairly certain it's a female. "Of course I'm alright. I, Sentinel Prime, am one of the Autobot Elite Guard. The strongest warriors in the galaxy!"

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

"... never heard of you, sorry." Wyn says, shrugging apologetically. "... are you a robot?" she continues, putting two and two and the transformation from what looked like a tiny snowplow to a vaguely person-shaped being together and hopefully getting four.

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

Sentinel huffs. "You're probably from that backwater dirtball that Optimus' crew landed on... and yes, I am a robot. A Cybertronian, and one of the most valliant of all Autobots." He flips out his battle visor to emphasize his point.

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

"I don't need to be lectured by some third-rate glitch flunky." Sentinel snapped, transforming back and almost running Bumblebee down as he got moving again.

[tincanbombs.livejournal.com]

Kyle's just wandering down a hall, minding his own business and pondering the proper angle to ensure that two EMP generators will produce waves that bounce off each other, and a bunch of other stuff related to a directional EMP gun, when he hears something like a far-off shout. Intrigued, he cautiously heads towards it, reaching the corner just when an odd-sized vehicle skids around it.

[stingslikeali.livejournal.com]

"At least I can move without crashing into everything!"

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

Wyn's not entirely impressed with the battle-visor. She is impressed with both the transforming function and the AI needed to operate such a robot (and with a personality, even if it was kind of abrasive and pompous). "I like my planet." Wyn says mildly.

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

These organics were EVERYWHERE it seemed!

"Oh for spark's sake!" Sentinel screeched to a halt, digging his plow in and managing to stop this time, taking a good chunk out of the floor in the process.

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

"Yes well..." Sentinel sounded almost sympathetic. "You're organic. You just don't know any better."

He flexed one his arms, trying to work out a kink from the impact. "Are you from the 'same' Earth as any of the other organics scurrying about here?"

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

"Not from what I can tell, no. No one else has magic in their world, apparently." Wyn says. Or if they have, she hasn't met them yet. "Alternate universes make everything more interesting. Oh, I'm Wyn, by the way. You said you were Sentinel Prime?"

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

Sentinel nodded. "Yes, that is my name... I am... pleased-" he tried to say it convincingly "- to make your acquaintance, Organic Wyn."

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

Well, Wyn gives points for trying, even if it's not entirely convincing. "Nice to meet you! ... and really, you don't have to rub the fact that I'm a squishy carbon-based lifeform in my face. I'm perfectly aware of that." she points out, tilting her head.

[tincanbombs.livejournal.com]

Kyle jumps back, readying to get the hell out of the way, but it seems that the awkward-looking thing has managed to brake. While cursing.

That's not what has his attention, though.

It has wheels. He hasn't seen a vehicle with wheels outside of old history records, and there were no surviving blueprints, so he has no idea how it works. Curiously, he walks to the side a little, though he keeps a fair distance. Better start with the obvious first. "Good...day. Are you all right?" Or rather, is Stacy all right? He can't imagine that it's fun for her to get a chunk torn out of....some part of her insides.

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

Sentinel nods reluctantly. "So... what is this 'magic' you speak of?"

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

"Urgh!" Sentinel shrieks in revulsion, transforming to robot mode. "I've got... ORGANIC ON ME!!" He frantically starts pulling the debris out of his (now) shoulder-pads. Once it was mostly done, he pulled out a spray can and started disinfecting himself.