It was probably a good thing Cliffjumper had missed Mirage leaving originally as otherwise he'd be stomping through with another intent entirely. Instead he passed the same way as Mirage had a few kliks later, annoyed and kind of restless. He'd been kicked out from the targeting range as the twins, Tracks, Smokescreen and Bluestreak and taken the whole thing over (admittedly, they had a slot), and while there was a smaller, simpler one outside, it wasn't the best one.
But deprived of shooting holes in physical or holographic dummies, Cliffjumper didn't feel like staying inside - it was a rather stunning day.
And if Bumblebee hadn't been foolish and gotten roped into helping cleaning up the rec room, he'd have asked him to go for a drive. As it was, if he'd have been spotted, he might have been roped into it as well, but he'd avoided detection.
Passing under the giant engine nozzle and out into the sunlight, Cliffjumper scowled a little as he looked around at the barren ground in front of the mostly-buried Ark, then the trees swaying in a gentle wind in the early Oregon summer.
Letting out the ex-vent he'd been holding, Cliffjumper started to pick his way around the side of the Ark, and beyond that, along the base of the peak the Ark was buried in. He supposed he could take a look at what Earth actually looked like on foot, like Hound always harped on them all to do.
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Date: 2013-11-11 12:13 am (UTC)But deprived of shooting holes in physical or holographic dummies, Cliffjumper didn't feel like staying inside - it was a rather stunning day.
And if Bumblebee hadn't been foolish and gotten roped into helping cleaning up the rec room, he'd have asked him to go for a drive. As it was, if he'd have been spotted, he might have been roped into it as well, but he'd avoided detection.
Passing under the giant engine nozzle and out into the sunlight, Cliffjumper scowled a little as he looked around at the barren ground in front of the mostly-buried Ark, then the trees swaying in a gentle wind in the early Oregon summer.
Letting out the ex-vent he'd been holding, Cliffjumper started to pick his way around the side of the Ark, and beyond that, along the base of the peak the Ark was buried in. He supposed he could take a look at what Earth actually looked like on foot, like Hound always harped on them all to do.