| rdfs:comment | - Slipstream is standing just outside of Polyhex, hands on her hips. She's looking for Goa, trying to spot him coming off of his patrol route. Goa is no subtle operator ... his dust and exhaust trail is visible the better part of a kilometer off. He honks as he approaches and recognizes Slipstream, but seems to be on his way in. Slipstream moves to get in his way, "Hello Gooey, how was the patrol?" she asks, "I thought maybe we should put in some practice, that is if you want to?" "Good cycle, Comrades. What are you up to?" Nitrogear asks, just out of curiosity.
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| abstract | - Slipstream is standing just outside of Polyhex, hands on her hips. She's looking for Goa, trying to spot him coming off of his patrol route. Goa is no subtle operator ... his dust and exhaust trail is visible the better part of a kilometer off. He honks as he approaches and recognizes Slipstream, but seems to be on his way in. Slipstream moves to get in his way, "Hello Gooey, how was the patrol?" she asks, "I thought maybe we should put in some practice, that is if you want to?" Goa coasts ... coasts ... right up to Slipstream ... no braking. Still no braking. His timing is such, though, that he bumps the seeker's shins at negligible velocity with a little chuckling noise from some inconspicuous fan or mechanism. "Tingly," is Goa's reply. His last posting was out in the rad zone, though the car's thick shielding looks barely the worse for wear. He stays silent afterward ... his thoughts reflect a playful curiosity. Slipstream peers down at the bump against her shins, then leans over slightly to peer down into his wind shield. "How does wing walking sound Gooey? I figure it’s time to work on it some more. See if you can hold on or at least stand there." Goa waits a while longer, chuckles a while more, and then finally transforms into his robot mode, seemingly in the middle of the motion of wiping soot from his arm guards. "I thought you hated that," he remarks, giving his arms and chest another vain look-over before looking up at the femme. Slipstream slips her hands off her hips and replies, "I'll cope Goa by taking the sensor network in my wings down just enough that I won't feel you tromping around on them." Nitrogear is seen flying above the Shadow of Polyhex, and notices Goa and Slipstream. He decides to land and say hello. Nitrogear's twin turban engines roar as he flies low, coming in to transform into Robot mode. Goa slowly turns around to see just which pair of jets is buzzing him. His reservation and sluggishness dissipate to some degree when he recognizes the grey Comrade, and he waves ... slowly. "Hey, Nitrogear." Goa glances back at Slipstream, tentative grimace snapped straight back to his dry smirk. "Why didn't you do that before? Sure. Sure, we'll fly." Slipstream looks over to Nitrogear, "Good cycle." offered to the fellow flier, then a smile at Goa, "I wanted to test my pain threshold, that's why I didn't do it before." "Good cycle, Comrades. What are you up to?" Nitrogear asks, just out of curiosity. Goa shakes his head, snickering ... something's still amusing to the mech about this situation. Or maybe not. It could be a leftover buzz from the radiation. It could be nothing at all. Only Primus can say with him, really ... Whatever it is, it doesn't seem to be deterring him from hopping up and around Slipstream's shoulders in a maneuver he seems familiar with. "Just some practice. Care to join us, in case I fall? ... Comrade?" Nitrogear grins, "Sure, why not. I have some time now. What is it you need for me to do?" Slipstream smiles a bit at that snickering from Goa, then she turns toward Nitrogear. "Goa is going to be walking on my wings, it’s sort of like jet judo but meant more for use against the enemy." she says, then peers at the grounder who has hopped up on her shoulders. "So care to come with?" Nitrogear nods again. "Gladly, Comrade Slipstream. I might learn something too." Nitrogear says eagerly, waiting to get going. Goa bounces his tires in alternation against the sides of Slipstream's chest, staring off into the sky vacantly. At least he's stopped laughing. Slipstream tolerates the tire bouncing to a degree as she hovers up into the air just far enough to transform. Goa barely moves during the whole transformation sequence under him, save to avoid getting crushed in the rising nosecone and grip his hands into his thighs. The latter have shifted aside slightly to hook the femme's wings instead of her intakes. "You might, Nitro'. Sorry in advance if I crash you or somethin'." Goa angles forward with his roof drawn over his helmet, waiting to accelerate ... Nitrogear isn't sure where he's even supposed to be standing or flying. "Then i'd better be out of the way. Should I take to the air along with you two?" Slipstream rockets up into the air, pulling a 45 degree angle ascent. She's at a slow, for her anyway, 200 mph - the bare minimum she can do without falling out of the sky entirely. She keys her internal radio, to Goa, then to Nitrogear, Goa peeks backward at the ... rapidly? Maybe not so much, after his rides with Firestorm ... retreating ground, checking the course Nitrogear has taken. He says this, but his hands have shifted to clinging at Slipstream's back armor in a bordering-on-not-okay, fearful way nonetheless.
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