randomplaces | RID 'verse. Megastar and environs. Flying lessons

Liedherz: *runs into his leg, then pokes it* *she'd known he was there, but she's bored and wanted something to do*

Movor: *blinks at her* What the slag're you doing now?

Liedherz: vandering around aimlessly, vhat's it look like?

Movor: Not much for navigation, are you?

Liedherz: *earflick* Vhat's the fun of that?

Movor: Not smacking into things?

Liedherz: Vhat's vrong vith smacking into things?

Movor: *would eyeroll if he could* Well, for most people it hurts.

Liedherz: *looks up at him* You too?

Movor: Oh, yeah. Believe me, crashing hurts.

Liedherz: *knocks on his leg thoughtfully, then holds up a hand* May I sit on your shoulder?

Movor: *has flashbacks to being LOLed a gargoyle and sitting on Kickback's shoulder* *eyes her* No. *Uncooperative, no?*

Liedherz: I'll let you take me flying und drop me from a height

Movor: *admits that's a fun idea* You could fly up yourself and do that, couldn't you?

Liedherz: Not as vell. I need practise

Armorhide: *is nearby and laughs*

Movor: *snorts* All right, then.

Liedherz: *twitches an ear at Armorhide and thinks of what she's left in his sandbath* *it will only give him orange spots for a day or so*

Armorhide: *would be mad as hell, but he makes new ones regularly* *yay deserts* *it might even fit his camouflage...*

Liedherz: *holds up hand to Movor again*

Movor: *bends down and holds out a hand awkwardly*

Liedherz: *hops up and stands on it, 'looking' around alertly*

Movor: *straightens up and lifts her to his shoulder not terribly gently, then tips her onto it*

Liedherz: *sits comfortably, holding on gently with her wing claws* Danke

Movor: *starts to shrug, then remembers* *heads outside, Armorhide following idly*

Liedherz: *probably wouldn't be over disturbed by the shrug. Listening to everything around her, including her hair sticking to Movor because of static*

Movor: *twitches a bit at the sensation, but he's gonna drop her soon anyway...* How high are we talking about, here?

Liedherz: A few thousand feet. Hitting mountainsides can be fun, but it leaves evidence.

Armorhide: So does target practice. *smirk*

Liedherz: *gives him a LOOK*

Movor: *powers up his thrusters, taking off gently by his standards - considering he's used to shuttle-engines and booster rockets*

Armorhide: *is well-named and oblivious to looks from non-officers* *is actually oblivious to many things short of a direct order, when he gets going*

Liedherz: *holding on easily, not even using her hands, her face lifted into the wind as her heart exalts*

Movor: *speeds it up; at this rate it's gonna take them ages to get anywhere* *halts at about five thousand feet* All right, here we are.

Liedherz: *looks down and wants to jump, but is keeping her promise*

Movor: *picks her off his shoulder and holds her out, waits a second, then lets go*

Armorhide: *is shielding his visor down below and watching*

Liedherz: *plummets, grinning inwardly, though nothing shows on her face*

Movor: *stays where he is and tracks her descent*

Liedherz: *gooooing dowwwwwwn*

Movor: *feeling oddly gleeful*

Liedherz: *Hits and makes a crater* *now knows exactly how high they were* *Gets up and shakes off dirt* Again!

Armorhide: *wanders over to inspect the crater with interest* *kind of impressed - not bad for a fleshy - but not showing it* You sure? *has waved Movor down anyway, one notes*

Liedherz: I vouldn't have said it if I vasn't *ears back in frown*

Movor: *drops much faster than he rose and lands with a ground-shaking thump* *blinks around at the crater now he's in it, then picks her up by the base of her wings*

Liedherz: The exact same distance. *Looking at him and seeming to grin, though her face doesn't move*

Movor: *disappointed, putting her back up there* What, we're not gonna double it?

Liedherz: Not yet. I have to manage the flying before I do it vhile holding my breath

Movor: ...Huh? *is taking off again, much faster this time*

Liedherz: I can spacevalk vithout a pressure suit

Movor: You want to jump from orbit? *slowing to halt again*

Liedherz: No, that vould hurt *is distracted by the prospect of more weee*

Movor: Tell me about it. *scoops her up and tosses her out again*

Liedherz: *dives for about a hundred feet, then snaps out wings with an audible crack and hovers in place, the gleefulness of her face apparent now*

*Far below, Armorhide gives a disappointed 'awww'*

Movor: *hovers above and watches, frowning* So what is the point of this exercise, anyway?

Liedherz: *dives again, then swoops up and gives Movor a glancing whack with a wing* Tag

Movor: *blinks, then his visor narrows and he chases*

time pass

Ro-tor: *heading outside, complaining via radio that Movor didn't call him to start with*

Movor: *was distracted, slaggit* now get out here and help me!

Liedherz: *laughing her butt off as she zaps at him with both jets of flame*

Megatron: *blinks as Ro-tor dashes past* *checks the scanners*

Movor: *ducks, flame splashing off his armor; thank Primus for heat-shielding* *that's it, he's too clumsy like this*

Liedherz: *laughing harder*

Movor: *tumbles backwards abruptly, flipping into shuttle-mode, nosecone pointed up* *fires his wing lasers as his engines kick in*

Ro-tor: *dashes outside and transforms, powering upwards quietly*

Liedherz: *listening as she hovers*

Movor: *thrusts towards her, aware his wake will make her flight difficult if he misses her*

Liedherz: *drops*

Ro-tor: *flying upwards* *twists as he sees her and fires the gun on his nose*

Liedherz: *stops just short of the shot and laughs again*

Movor: *banks and heads back to them*

Ro-tor: *flies up to her level, still firing his laser*

Liedherz: *those white wings may be large, but she's amazingly agile too as she darts and twists and falls and rises. She's been denied this part of her heritage too long and means to make the most of her time in the sky.* *zaps back with one hand*

Ro-tor: *rolls away happily. It's the first time he's had an aerial opponent, and he expects it to be fun.*

Movor: *coming in from behind, targeting Liedherz and firing*

Liedherz: *drops, but catches a glancing hit to the leg* *her pants are toast* *comes back firing*

*Movor slows and they both hover, firing at her, then splitting away to opposite sides as she gets too close, Ro-tor flying up and around her*

Liedherz: *right smack between them, firing both ways and wondering if they'r this dumb....*

Ro-tor: *is heading higher, though, and it might hurt her arm to bend it that way* *drops his nose and fires down at her*

Megatron: *is watching bemusedly and considering*

Liedherz: *drops again and goes into a spiral dive just for the heck of it* *then comes back with both barrels blazing*

*And Ro-tor was dropping in to give chase, but then has to spin away hurriedly. Movor's slower and says nasty things over the radio as his armor gets caught - that's gonna itch later*

Megatron: *It's good exercise for them, but they're using up energy... hrm...*

Liedherz: *goes after Ro-tor*

Ro-tor: *hey!* *ducks to the side, tracking her and moving nearly sideways in a circle as he fires*

Movor: *is nice and high* *takes potshots at her*

Liedherz: *takes another hit and grunts, then pursues Ro-tor with a vengeance*

Ro-tor: *abruptly does a half-loop, rolling at the top so he's the right way up and doing a hairpin turn to bring his roto-gun to bear again*

Movor: *has to readjust here* *takes a shot and singes Ro-tor's tail* *gets scolded over the comlink*

Liedherz: *ducks and jags and then swoops higher* *zaps the copter in passing*

Ro-tor: Gah! *tips his nose upwards and fires*

Liedherz: *zig!* *duck*

Movor: *is jetting higher*

Ro-tor: *spirals up, then dives at her for the hell of it*

Liedherz: *Listens, then spins to the side and straffs*

Ro-tor: *ow!* *corkscrews away and levels his flight*

*And abruptly the muffled thunder of engines rises from below, as a far larger and more alien jet surges up and curves overhead.*

Ro-tor: *yelps in surprise*

Liedherz: *ears flicking quickly as she tries to pinpoint the source of the new sound and keep track of the other two*

Megatron: I hope you don't mind the interruption. *not that they have any business doing so* I just thought I'd come up here and show you amateurs how it's done.

Liedherz: Three against vone? Sounds like fair odds. *not as confident as she's making out*

Ro-tor: *quiets and flies up to flank his leader* Yes, sir.

Movor: *echoes his partner* *takes a last shot and drops down on Megatron's other side*

Liedherz: *hovers, the wind lashing her white hair around her sightless face as she listens to her opponents* *then heads right at them, fire blazing*

Megatron: *chuckles* Perhaps it'll do for now. *accelerates forwards as she charges, horribly swift for all his size*

Liedherz: *ducks and twists, firing upward in hopes of getting his belly*

*Movor's not so quick off the mark but keeping up. Ro-tor's not as fast as either of them, full stop, but his acceleration's better. Both of them are nervous: they've never done this with their commander before, and they're hanging on every signal he sends them.*

Megatron: *banks smoothly to the side, then turns, and fires**and here's why he doesn't fight often: his weapons are on low power, and yet the blasts are powerful enough to take a chunk out of Ro-tor if the 'copter gets too close*

Liedherz: *avoids it, twisting in a way that would have broken a normal human's spine, then swirls upward and away as though fleeing*

*Megatron lets his underlings follow more slowly, accelerating fast enough that he'll overtake her in a second*

Liedherz: *drops!*

Megatron: *spins, nose pointing almost vertically down, instructing the others to head down in a pincer formation, and fires again*

Liedherz: *tries to move aside, has too much velocity and winds up hit in the wing* *spinning out of control*

Ro-tor and Movor: *coming in firing*

Megatron: *descends leisurely*

Liedherz: *takes more hits, nearly hits Armorhide if he's still around as she makes another crater*

Armorhide: *keeps his balance, just about*

Rollbar: *comes out, looks at the crater, looks up at the fliers* What're we doing?

Armorhide: Playing tag.

Rollbar: *looks up as Megatron comes down* ...With the boss?

Armorhide: Who d'you think won?

Liedherz: *no sound or movement, but she's healing* *not that the wounds are visible*

*The Commando fliers wait for Megatron to transform to robot-mode and land before following suit and landing behind him.*

Megatron: *strides over to inspect*

Armorhide: *nods to him* Nice one, sir.

Liedherz: *groan*

Rollbar: *surprised* Hey, she's still functioning.

Megatron: Indeed. *regretful* *watches*

Liedherz: *sits up dizzily, and then stands despite the ringing in her head from the force of her fall* Not bad for a first try....

Armorhide: What do you mean?

Liedherz: *perks ears and looks up at him* That vas my first time flying. *eartwitch* Und it vas fun.

Ro-tor: *laughs* Well, yeah. Of course it was.

Megatron: Hm. *nods, feeling mild satisfaction at getting to get out and shoot someone down* I suppose that was entertaining. *turns to leave*

Liedherz: *hops out of the crater and follows at his heels*

Megatron: *doesn't pay her any heed at first*

Liedherz: *tag tag tag tagalong*

*Behind them, Movor mutters about a bath; Armorhide comments on the state of the fliers' shells and tells them to come and get fixed*

Megatron: *pauses as he re-enters the command chamber* *doesn't look around* What do you want?

Liedherz: Nothing. *still following closely*

Megatron: Really. *strides over and settles in his chair, certain ports connecting him back into the computer*

Liedherz: *hops up on the arm of said chair and crouches there, running her fingers through her arm mane to clear out tangles and seeming oblivious to the fact that her clothes aren't as modest as they used to be, and are also still smoldering*

Megatron: *eyes her coldly* This is still my chair.

Liedherz: Mmmhmmm....

Megatron: So the obvious question is: what do you think you're doing on it? *looks like he has an alien pet now*

Liedherz: sitting on it.

Megatron: *scowls* Get off immediately.

Liedherz: No

Megatron: *optics narrow* Then I suppose I'll have to content myself with shooting you again tomorrow.

Liedherz: *working on other arm mane* It's a date.

Megatron: *will ignore that, thank you* I'm sure my soldiers enjoyed today's session.

Liedherz: They enjoy flying. *spreads wings and shakes them, then starts fingercombing her hair.*

Megatron: I should hope so. It's their function.

Liedherz: They need more practise.

Megatron: Hardly surprising.

Liedherz: *fingering clothing* *wanting metal battle babe armor*

Megatron: *catches scent of burnt clothes and smiles slightly to self* They've never had an opportunity to practise aerial combat before.

Liedherz: *sound of ripping cloth from under her wings as pants become loincloth and halter top* Vell if you can vait a little before shooting me down I'll give them more practise tomorrow.

Megatron: Wonderful. *frowns at the noises and glances over*

Liedherz: *stands up to look around the command room, wings spread dramatically as she unconsciously displays her new outfit, which is modest as far as lady Tarzan outfits go* *still wants metal clothes*

Megatron: *too much organic-ness visible, but any is too much* I assume you're going to find yourself some armor first.

Liedherz: Vhy? *looks at him as she cloaks herself with those huge wings* Nothing today broke my skin.

Megatron: *thinks there are more ways to deal damage...* Please yourself.

Liedherz: Vhy do you care, anyvay? *looks at him*

Megatron: About what? *blank*

Liedherz: Vether or not I get hurt.

Megatron: *laughs* Oh, I don't. I merely assumed that you would take some precautions for your own safety. *and would have to get off his chair to do it*

Liedherz: *snort* I'm in no danger.

Megatron: If you say so. *smirks slightly*

Liedherz: *ignores him in favor of listening to the mice she's sure she hears*