O: Inside, running lights and various bits on the walls and back lit up, guilding them inside. It wasn't a plain metal hauler, it was made of Cybertronian parts, and part of Optimus himself.
He eased Cliffjumper down inside the trailer, leaving him to figure out the safety straps on the floor for himself; he climbed out and transformed. It was a bit painful with the shoulder injuries, but driving was easier on his leg, as expected.
::Get secure, we're about to roll out.::
He hooked up to his trailer, and they were on their way out of their with an engine roar.
CJ: It didn't take that long to figure out; while there was a few of them, they were logically arranged, and it wasn't as if he was completely incapacitated and needed to be completely strapped down, just something to aid in making it easier to keep the balance.
Sending a wordless confirmation pulse along the comm, Cliffjumper leaned, almost gingerly back against the side of the trailer; it was clear it wasn't just a practical add-on, but something part of the mech himself. That was both facinating and kind of... uncomfortable.
It still didn't stop Cliffjumper from trailing a hand over the floor or the wall briefly, however, as he opened a general channel and there was finally undisturbed silence on the comm. band. No ghosting. Cliffjumper wasted no time in sending a comm., nodding to himself.
::Mirage says the way is clear; there's apparently been riots spread that way too, but that's been... cleared up... or somethin'.:: Cliffjumper frowned. Mirage had used 'expected enthusiastic zealousness' when describing what the riot control had done about the protestors, which usually meant 'too much, to harshly, not good at all'.
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Date: 2011-11-14 12:30 am (UTC)He eased Cliffjumper down inside the trailer, leaving him to figure out the safety straps on the floor for himself; he climbed out and transformed. It was a bit painful with the shoulder injuries, but driving was easier on his leg, as expected.
::Get secure, we're about to roll out.::
He hooked up to his trailer, and they were on their way out of their with an engine roar.
CJ: It didn't take that long to figure out; while there was a few of them, they were logically arranged, and it wasn't as if he was completely incapacitated and needed to be completely strapped down, just something to aid in making it easier to keep the balance.
Sending a wordless confirmation pulse along the comm, Cliffjumper leaned, almost gingerly back against the side of the trailer; it was clear it wasn't just a practical add-on, but something part of the mech himself. That was both facinating and kind of... uncomfortable.
It still didn't stop Cliffjumper from trailing a hand over the floor or the wall briefly, however, as he opened a general channel and there was finally undisturbed silence on the comm. band. No ghosting. Cliffjumper wasted no time in sending a comm., nodding to himself.
::Mirage says the way is clear; there's apparently been riots spread that way too, but that's been... cleared up... or somethin'.:: Cliffjumper frowned. Mirage had used 'expected enthusiastic zealousness' when describing what the riot control had done about the protestors, which usually meant 'too much, to harshly, not good at all'.