Roadtrip

[Slash]

Characters: Slash, Open to All
Location: Just outside Crown City
Content Warnings: None
Plot Summary: Slash has some fun during her "adventure" to Earth.

[Slash]

There was just something about the crunch of dirt and grass under her claws that sat just right with Slash. It was wild, primal even. Much better than hearing the dull *clang-cling-clang* of Cybertron's metal roads. It almost felt like she was meant to be doing this instead of sitting in some reservist camp on Cybertron. She wasn't, actually. What she was doing was very highly illegal. But she was doing it nevertheless!

Most of the wildlife in her path were making quite the fuss as a massive raptor tore serious aft through their once-peaceful ecosystems. Slash had been running for almost fifty miles non-stop and wasn't showing any signs of slowing down. Just going absolutely nuts through a formerly quiet countryside was exhilarating, to start. No boring teachers, no overbearing officers telling her what to do, how to do it, and when. There was only Slash, and everything unfortunately in the way of Slash.

*Nyoom...*

Slash stopped dead, her instincts taking hold. She turned to her left, having just emerged from the treeline. It was a road. And there were cars on it. And they were going fast. That made Slash want to go fast. So Slash went fast.

With absolutely no regard for herself or her actions, Slash joined the chase. She imagined it was a chase. Why else would dozens of cars be driving after each other down a road if not to be chased? What was road, if not for to chase? Nobody else liked Slash chasing after them from how it seemed. Just about everyone behind her had hit the brakes as soon as she'd jumped on the road, with the few cars in front of her slowly starting to notice as well. While most of the cars had given the robotic dinosaur the right of way, one in particular hadn't seemed to heed the warning signs. It was a dump truck hauling their load up I-16 that had failed to notice Slash chasing after them, which meant they were Slash's big prize. She started to approach her full speed as she practically salivated, about to take a nice tasty bite out of the box bed.

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The sight of a strange raptor bot about to bite a vehicle? That was enough to startle Sepsis out of her usual midair thoughts. She would swoop closer, down lower; no, no normal plane in their right mind would be pink with accents of green and orange, but at least a plane looked like it could be from modern Earth. She also didn't want to sound cruel--she was absolutely not a cruel bot by any means. After all, her name was not Palisade of Vos. She was Sepsis of Vos, a proud and kind medic, damn it all to Primus and the Guiding Hand--except Adaptus. Sepsis believed in him, of course, but didn't really have a fondness for Adaptus. After all, why did traits like utter bitter cruelty exist if they weren't adaptable to a mature society?

Ugh, why was she debating mental philosophy when she should be distracting the raptor. "Hey! Um, beg your pardon, but you should follow me!" She almost had wanted to go 'Hey, look, listen' like she were some glowing orb fairy. But no, no, she wanted to distract this raptor. Just get her off the road.

"Yoo-hoo!" She chirped, before attempting a barrel roll to try to attract Slash's attention. Oh yes, this was definitely something that Sepsis had to do. After all, he didn't want their race revealed through the presence of a raptor on the highway. "Oooh, come on, race me, I'm a pretty fast jet!" She seemed to loop in midair again to try to draw Slash's attention.

[Slash]

Yes... good... almost.... got...

The literal two year old was incapable of gracefully shifting their momentum once their attention had been directed away from the truck in front of her, causing Slash to tumble to a halt the moment she turned her head. Much to the relief of the dump truck, and to the detriment of every car behind her, Slash was suddenly sitting in the middle of the road while she attempted to get her bearings. The little dinobot still wasn't quite sure what had happened, having just taken a tumble. But then! She remembered...

Pink jet...

Pink jet was much better than dumped truck...

Slash wobble-sprinted her way back up off the ground, her youthful vigor pushing harder than her body could perform. With blue optics fixed on the jet like laser beams, the hunt was now on. Again. She sincerely hoped they were a fast jet, because Slash was a fast runner. Very fast. She left the interstate road behind her, starting to tear aft while following the little pink aircraft.