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Post by surefire on Feb 18, 2013 1:11:38 GMT -5
New Kaon. That was Turboblast’s heading as he shot through the air at high speeds, now far from the spot that his pod had landed. He had received the call to assemble just recently and set off to lend his skills immediately, breaking away from the drab little planet he'd been occupying in the meantime to meet up with his Decepticon brethren.
The air was so much cleaner here than where he'd come from, and he practically purred as it swept through his intakes. The Alpha jet checked his course settings and logged the information into his processer. He was apparently flying over a country called ‘Japan’. These fleshlings had such odd names for their landmarks, he mused.
He sighed softly as he continued at his current heading, almost in a trance-like daze as he flew with only his thoughts to accompany him. That was until he heard... and then saw something coming toward him. It seemed to be going rather fast actually, and he banked a hard left to avoid being hit by what appeared to be a native aircraft. Turboblast frowned inwardly. Native aircraft didn’t have Cybertronian signals…
The young marksman armed his guns just in case, even though the other seeker APPEARED to be a Decepticon. You could never be too careful when traveling alone on a foreign world, after all… Not to mention his feathers were a bit ruffled at having almost been hit by said Decepticon.
“Watch it, you glitch!” he growled out in an open frequency to the other jet. Superior or not, he should learn to watch where he was going.
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Post by Shadow on Feb 18, 2013 1:43:04 GMT -5
The Stealth jet leveled out and circled around. He had been so caught up in this interesting bit of intel he was picking up that he had nearly hit a blue jet. The Decepticon was about to knock the joker out of the sky out of amusement before noting the Decepticon signals as well as the the comment. "Ah Sumimasen! I was so busy gathering data on natives some sorta visual record of their governments inner workings." The lost seeker stated, and lost he was for Moonblade had no central guidance system so had been wondering aimlessly as he tried to get to New Kaon. At least he had been making good use of the time, or so he thought, The thought of things like TV shows and popular Asian soap operas were lost on the ninja. Thus all he had really learned was about the human's language and culture in eastern asia region.
"Neee! I gotta say though, Nice Aft! You on your way to New Kaon? Then maybe I should go with you." The shinobi purred his engines as he flirted with the other flyer in his best cool and suave vocals. All dispite the fact that he nearly hit this flyer earlier, now he was obviously flirting with him. The F-117A Nighthawk swooped up and hovered just a little above Turboblast, nearly 'riding' him. "So what about it? They call me Moonblade? Ne, what about you?" He chirped fully content to focus on this new distraction with a "nice aft" rather than his previous one.
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Post by surefire on Feb 18, 2013 19:40:50 GMT -5
Turboblast had to admit, most of the flier’s words were immediately tuned out in his processor as useless and annoying white noise, and he sped up to get further away from the jet, not liking the close proximity. He grumbled under his breath as the other went on speaking, and wished he could properly glare at the other ‘con for his brash attempts at flirting.
“Can’t you find your own way to New Kaon? How long have you been here, exactly?” grumped the small plane, noting the odd accent and words that the other Cybertronian used. He’d never heard anything like it and could only assume he’d picked it up from the humans.
“Shouldn’t you already be servicing our Lord and Master instead of flying in circles and dive bombing your allies over some human wasteland?” he growled, continuing to voice only some of his many livid thoughts toward the seeker.
Were he in his robot mode he would have immediately turned his nose up and walked away, thinking that the jet seemed quite odd and that he would want nothing to do with him. At this point in time though, he appeared to be stuck leading the apparently lost Moonblade to their destination. He was not necessarily looking forward to this flight, and his previously good mood seemed to be ruined thoroughly. Thus, Turboblast braced himself for a long and probably irritating journey. He would be glad to get to New Kaon and be rid of this ridiculous predicament.
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Post by Shadow on Feb 18, 2013 21:01:11 GMT -5
As the blue jet sped up to try to put distance between them Moonblade only sped up enough to tail him. The stealth jet was more amused by the grumpy seeker's apparent discomfort. "Heeee? I've been trying, but it's so.... Muzukashi, na!" He sighed out before adding, "I don't have a central guidance system, my Protoform was constructed in a rush so it didn't have one." He explained rather passively. He was quiet for a while before finally answering the question about how long he'd been there, "Oh about a Deca-cycle or so." He stated rather casually as it this was hardly the longest time he had been lost some where and truth be told it was actually rather short for all the times he was on his own. He really did try though and put his all into getting places, even requesting to have a central guidance system installed but each time he had, something would come up to ruin it. Usually some medical emergency or an Autobot attack.
"Probably, but when I get a attractive young 'con with curves and an aft this nice, I certainly can't complain... Nanashi-kun." The shinobi flirted as he flew up beside him lightly scrapping his wing across the Alpha jet's delicately, barely ever scratching the paint. It was considered like goosing a girl's rear among many seeker and often a sign of affection. Whether or not this moody flyer would see it that way was up to debate, but Moonblade had made his friendly and very flirty nature all too obvious.
(OOC: Muzukashi = Difficult, Nanashi = Nameless)
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