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| - After the installation and test firing of engines last week, Fusillade has finally made time to secure a space-capable mech to send her into orbit. Granted, Astrotrain likely had no choice in the matter, but Fusillade's enthusiasm -- read: "Hey let's go find something in the asteroid belt to blow up." -- can be hard to resist at times. As they've gone along, the space-going Lancer has pulled upon Fulcrum's past advice, and went through a series of basic maneuvers for the sake of practice. She probably looked utterly retarded from the more experienced triple-changer's point of view. However, when something of interest comes up, or if she found something she didn't know, Fusillade made a point to butter up the train's ego, all the better to get him to spill the beans. On short range radio, s
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| - After the installation and test firing of engines last week, Fusillade has finally made time to secure a space-capable mech to send her into orbit. Granted, Astrotrain likely had no choice in the matter, but Fusillade's enthusiasm -- read: "Hey let's go find something in the asteroid belt to blow up." -- can be hard to resist at times. As they've gone along, the space-going Lancer has pulled upon Fulcrum's past advice, and went through a series of basic maneuvers for the sake of practice. She probably looked utterly retarded from the more experienced triple-changer's point of view. However, when something of interest comes up, or if she found something she didn't know, Fusillade made a point to butter up the train's ego, all the better to get him to spill the beans. On short range radio, she calls out, <> Decepticon Shuttle glides through space with all the confidence and assuredness of someone who's done this a thousand times and then some. And why shouldn't he? Before the Space Bridge was built, who was doing regular shuttle runs back and forth from Cybertron and Earth? And even now, that only works between two points with a space bridge...space is a big place and the triplechanger's space-venturing and cargo carrying capacity are always in demand. Sure he may be buttered up at times, but it dosen't stop him from giving Fusillade a little figurative poke now and then, swerving around asteroids or spare debris quite easily as he goes. Rank? Whassat? His huge form is deceptively agile. A simple adjustment here, a bare slight twist there, sending a chunk of rock hurtling harmlessly a few feet to the right. Oh yeah, he's good at this and he -knows- it. "It don't make sense." He responds with a grunt. "Them squishies with the other side already made no bones bout hatin us, and we gotta play nice with em? I'm all about lettin squishies fight each other, but eh." More often than not, Fusillade does find herself struggling to mimic some of the maneuvers, while other times she struggles more to just keep herself from being smeared across the tremendous stretches of spacerock. There's a few short puffs from the retrorockets along her nose and rear fuselage to shift her aside as the pair weave through the hard, unyielding obstacle course. She opens the throttle on her main thrusters a wee bit more, nosing up to celestial zenith to rise out of the main plane of the asteroid belt, trying to find a clearer path. <> Astrotrain has near legendary agility when it comes to manuevers in an asteroid belt, or scrambling for cover in a firefight. But sometimes the direct approach is preferred by him nonetheless. A quick stab of his undercarriage blasters reduces a particularly large rock into little more than tumbling pieces of junk, through which his huge form passes without even a scratch to his paintjob, as opposed to Fusillade taking the 'higher' path which is more clear. It's almost like he's rubbing it in. "You know me." He mutters over the nearby broadband. "Always up for blowin slag up. Even if them humans are kinda borin at times, it's kinda funny when they scramble and try to defend themselves. I like kickin tanks...I pretend they're Blitzwing when I'm in a bad mood." Make no mistake, every move by Astrotrain is being watched studiously by Fusillade. The Lancer slips ahead of Astrotrain, pressing the advantage of the clearer space, before grunting to herself at his display of power. <> Fluorescent laser light bolts out from her nosecone mounted argon laser, the shot oblique enough, and low-powered enough, to send the monolith rotating in an aberrant orbit toward Astrotrain. <> Decepticon Shuttle rolls over upside-down for just a moment. "Ya well, I was bored." He grunts out. "Besides, stuff that blows up in space goes all over the place, makes it interestin...." He then trails off at all the radio talk, and his response is simple. His side hatch and airlock opens up for Fusillade, slowing down so she can transform and 'drift' properly on board. It's about as subtle as he gets in telling her she's too slow for -his- speed back to Earth. The aircraft cum spacecraft mutters to herself at the offer. "I suppose a PROPER re-entry, one with out the burning screaming death, would be best done while not under duress." You head back into the inner system. --End--
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