[RP: Time off!]

[chaos_gunner]

[Editor's note: This is meant to be happening in continuity with this thread and this one. Rodimus takes time off; Galvatron takes advantage!]

*descends from Terran high-orbit, zigzagging through the vast amounts of spacejunk and debris that seem to be flying around up here* *muttered cursing at the nuisance*

Graah - anyone could tell that humans

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[firstlieutenant]

*obeys the touch to my controls without hesitation - and willingly, even though I could not do otherwise with my own command programs now inactive under multiple layers of safety interlocks and one-way gates* *falls smoothly into a long, sweeping dive that brings us deep into Earth's atmosphere, and into human airspace

[chaos_gunner]

*brushes thumbs lightly across firing studs, very tempted by the thought of littering the landscape with the blazing wrecks of these feeble adversaries! - but no, the ceasefire still holds, and I have something else in mind!*

No!

*pulls up into a hard climbing turn, veering to port* *smirks to myself as one of the enemy fighters, too slow to match the move, goes skidding uselessly underneath your flank*

*goes right over at the top of the turn, getting me an upside-down panorama of the city through your cockpit windows* *studies my next intended move, battle computers subliminally racing to process terabytes of data at split-astrosecond speed* *this is going to be insanely difficult - but in that case, who but Galvatron should attempt it!*

*grins wolfishly* All right, Cyclonus, this calls for the performance of your life! Give me your best!

[firstlieutenant]

*all my reflexes are locked down, of course, but somewhere inside myself I still shiver with the aching thrill of your touch teasing over my fire controls before you draw back* *and then again, and harder, at your next words...*

Give me your best!

/Always, mighty Galvatron!/

*waiting on your command, every circuit charged with anticipation...*

[chaos_gunner]

*grinning, fingers tightening...*

Now!

*flips us over and down in a plummeting rollercoaster drop, crashing through the middle of a second incoming wave of enemy fighters who scatter like panicked skuxxoids*

Ha-haaa! Yes! - run, you cowards! Out of my path or face your doom!

*levels out in a hard pull-up and accelerates, screaming across the city so low that I can feel through your sensors the sudden drag as the tops of the buildings tug at our slipstream* *windows rattle and walls shake in a four-block-wide wake behind us, sirens howl - yes, yes! Destroy it, destroy it all, blow this pathetic toy stronghold off the map of the galaxy-!*

*-no. No! Not today, at any rate, not yet...*

*with a quick snap of concentration, shakes off the brief urge to total destruction* *instead, focuses on my original target: the tall white needle that commemorates some long-dead human leader, with its coloured scrap of a banner flying from its pinnnacle...*

[koilungfish]

Odd as it may seem, I think this pretty much proves why the Decepticons follow Galvatron.

[navigatorsghost]

What, because he's powerful and skilful and fearless and reckless and can set a nation by its ears without even firing a shot, just because he wanted something to do on his day off?

Hell yeah. ^_^

[raisedbymoogles]

*shameless fangirlswoon* *collapse*

[koilungfish]

Mmm, something like that. That, and he has a pretty jet ::covets::