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Characters: Ironfist, Verity, and....
Content: Ironfist and Verity are doing their best to get to the Autobot base.
Location: Streets of Iacon.
Time of day: Afternoon
Warnings: None yet.
Status: Active
Ironfist felt like he had never been slower in his life. His vehicle mode wasn't very fast, and he knew this. He was built for defense with some built in offense, not a chase or a charge. But today he just felt like he was only inching along. His defensive shell would protect the one he was carrying, however, and that was really what was important.
The streets of Iacon were deserted, but not poorly lit. Still, usually ironfist would take note of various bots and enjoy the scenery while he was driving down an avenue like this. There wasn't much to look at now. The street was lit, yes, but the buildings on either side were dark and lifeless. It was eerie, and although he had his external sensors and scanners turned up to max to detect any threats, the whole scene made him very apprehensive.
"Alright in there, Verity?" he asked via internal comm, checking in on her as he had periodically. He knew she was a restless type and didn't like being cramped in enclosed spaces for too long. Another reason it felt like their trip to Autobot base was taking forever. Still, Ironfist refused to even take a chance at letting anything happen to his organic companion. During their brief friendship in life, they had grown close. At least, as far as he was concerned. Her feelings may have been different, but judging by their reunion, he thought maybe she felt the same way, and he would be damned and dismantled before he let another friend fall.
Content: Ironfist and Verity are doing their best to get to the Autobot base.
Location: Streets of Iacon.
Time of day: Afternoon
Warnings: None yet.
Status: Active
Ironfist felt like he had never been slower in his life. His vehicle mode wasn't very fast, and he knew this. He was built for defense with some built in offense, not a chase or a charge. But today he just felt like he was only inching along. His defensive shell would protect the one he was carrying, however, and that was really what was important.
The streets of Iacon were deserted, but not poorly lit. Still, usually ironfist would take note of various bots and enjoy the scenery while he was driving down an avenue like this. There wasn't much to look at now. The street was lit, yes, but the buildings on either side were dark and lifeless. It was eerie, and although he had his external sensors and scanners turned up to max to detect any threats, the whole scene made him very apprehensive.
"Alright in there, Verity?" he asked via internal comm, checking in on her as he had periodically. He knew she was a restless type and didn't like being cramped in enclosed spaces for too long. Another reason it felt like their trip to Autobot base was taking forever. Still, Ironfist refused to even take a chance at letting anything happen to his organic companion. During their brief friendship in life, they had grown close. At least, as far as he was concerned. Her feelings may have been different, but judging by their reunion, he thought maybe she felt the same way, and he would be damned and dismantled before he let another friend fall.