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::Wait, we? You’re gonna drive with me?::

Smokescreen has to sit down for a bit, trying to mentally prepare himself. It’s not like Megatron’s going to make him go at top speed, after all, right? Once he feels ready, he does head for the sea of rust, ready to meet up with Megatron.

They’re neck and neck, the end is in sight… and Smokescreen stops. Megatron shuts down his engines and transforms, skidding to a stop on his pedes just before the blast in the ground. His fans vent hard, cooling his core. Immediately he turns around and begins walking back towards the Autobot, speaking as he does.

“I would start moving again, Smokescreen. Do you know why nothing has ever been built out here?”

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::Wait, we? You’re gonna drive with me?::

Smokescreen has to sit down for a bit, trying to mentally prepare himself. It’s not like Megatron’s going to make him go at top speed, after all, right? Once he feels ready, he does head for the sea of rust, ready to meet up with Megatron.

His aim was to help Smokescreen drive again, but Megatron is angry at his own abilities, his unfamiliar frame not doing what he expects it to. So he taunts right back. 

“You can go faster, can’t you?!” With a blast of his jets he turns his nose skyward, proving to the Autobot and to himself that he can still fly, and soon the car is a dot far below. Spinning as he adjusts, Megatron turns into a sharp dive to catch up. 

Smokescreen starts to speed up, but starts to swerve about, the speed reminding him of less pleasant things. But he wasn’t about to let Megatron taunt him without a good comeback!
“Man, Megs, you fly almost as well as I do!” Smokescreen barely avoids driving off track, finally straightening up his driving to try to keep up.

‘Shaky but still going’ could describe both of them. Megatron’s stabilizers groaned as he sped towards the ground, but he still insisted on pulling up again at the last moment, coming to a leveling out only 20 ft from Smokescreen’s roof. 

“Bah! I’ve seen freightliners that could outpace you! Shall I meet you at the finish line, or do you need the company?” He really couldn’t go much faster and maintain control, but he wasn’t about to tell Smokescreen that.

While Smokescreen does feel a bit of worry for Megatron, it’s not like he can ask. Not while he’s barely keeping himself from slamming his brakes. He’s finally managing a steady pace with Megatron here to follow him, but this was nothing compared to his speed before everything happened.

“I’m amazed you still have the energy to talk, Megaslow! You look like you’re going to crash and doze off any klik now! If I don’t take it easy on you, you’ll choke on my dust, and I’ll be called Starscream 2.”

“A perfect name, for someone below even to Starscream!” The longer he flew, the more of a handle he got on this frame, but the more fuel he burned. Unused to a new regulatory system, he was draining much more energy than he should have been. Even so, the second cannonblast was in sight. He could make it there at least!

“Not giving in, are you?!”

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::Wait, we? You’re gonna drive with me?::

Smokescreen has to sit down for a bit, trying to mentally prepare himself. It’s not like Megatron’s going to make him go at top speed, after all, right? Once he feels ready, he does head for the sea of rust, ready to meet up with Megatron.

His aim was to help Smokescreen drive again, but Megatron is angry at his own abilities, his unfamiliar frame not doing what he expects it to. So he taunts right back. 

“You can go faster, can’t you?!” With a blast of his jets he turns his nose skyward, proving to the Autobot and to himself that he can still fly, and soon the car is a dot far below. Spinning as he adjusts, Megatron turns into a sharp dive to catch up. 

Smokescreen starts to speed up, but starts to swerve about, the speed reminding him of less pleasant things. But he wasn’t about to let Megatron taunt him without a good comeback!
“Man, Megs, you fly almost as well as I do!” Smokescreen barely avoids driving off track, finally straightening up his driving to try to keep up.

‘Shaky but still going’ could describe both of them. Megatron’s stabilizers groaned as he sped towards the ground, but he still insisted on pulling up again at the last moment, coming to a leveling out only 20 ft from Smokescreen’s roof. 

“Bah! I’ve seen freightliners that could outpace you! Shall I meet you at the finish line, or do you need the company?” He really couldn’t go much faster and maintain control, but he wasn’t about to tell Smokescreen that.

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::Wait, we? You’re gonna drive with me?::

Smokescreen has to sit down for a bit, trying to mentally prepare himself. It’s not like Megatron’s going to make him go at top speed, after all, right? Once he feels ready, he does head for the sea of rust, ready to meet up with Megatron.

Spurred on by the chase, Smokescreen’s tires make it past the blast mark just as Megatron’s stride falls even with his back end. With a creaking groan of machinery, he leaps into the air, his long and spired limbs spinning and shifting into place around his form. This jet was even larger and more streamlined than his usual alt-mode, his engines lighting in a mighty shriek a few feet above Smokescreen’s roof.

This frame feels even more alien in this state, the entirely new sensations causing him to falter and dip close enough to the ground to graze the surface of the Sea with a wingtip. Sheer frustration keeps him aloft with a snarl, picking up speed as he evens out.

As Megatron transforms, Smokescreen ends up coming to a pause, staring at Megatron’s new alt mode, both startled by the much louder engines and excited to see Megatron moving again.

But Smokescreen still wants to win, and keeps chasing after Megatron, trying his best to catch up, and for the first time, isn’t completely conscious of the speed he’s moving at, more focused on catching up to Megatron.

“You wanna be a grounder or something, Megs? You can go higher, can’t you?”

His aim was to help Smokescreen drive again, but Megatron is angry at his own abilities, his unfamiliar frame not doing what he expects it to. So he taunts right back. 

“You can go faster, can’t you?!” With a blast of his jets he turns his nose skyward, proving to the Autobot and to himself that he can still fly, and soon the car is a dot far below. Spinning as he adjusts, Megatron turns into a sharp dive to catch up. 

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::Wait, we? You’re gonna drive with me?::

Smokescreen has to sit down for a bit, trying to mentally prepare himself. It’s not like Megatron’s going to make him go at top speed, after all, right? Once he feels ready, he does head for the sea of rust, ready to meet up with Megatron.

“Plans change, Smokescreen. Now drive!”

He’s almost there, picking up the pace and starting to run. With the marker in sight, Megatron starts testing his t-cog, revving his own flight engines to clear the dust from them…

“Okay, okay! I’m not gonna lose to you, Megs!”

Smokescreen can sense Megatron running, which is enough of a motivator to drive faster. Even if he’s his friend, Megatron running towards him is a terrifying sight!

Spurred on by the chase, Smokescreen’s tires make it past the blast mark just as Megatron’s stride falls even with his back end. With a creaking groan of machinery, he leaps into the air, his long and spired limbs spinning and shifting into place around his form. This jet was even larger and more streamlined than his usual alt-mode, his engines lighting in a mighty shriek a few feet above Smokescreen’s roof.

This frame feels even more alien in this state, the entirely new sensations causing him to falter and dip close enough to the ground to graze the surface of the Sea with a wingtip. Sheer frustration keeps him aloft with a snarl, picking up speed as he evens out.

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::Wait, we? You’re gonna drive with me?::

Smokescreen has to sit down for a bit, trying to mentally prepare himself. It’s not like Megatron’s going to make him go at top speed, after all, right? Once he feels ready, he does head for the sea of rust, ready to meet up with Megatron.

“Plans change, Smokescreen. Now drive!”

He’s almost there, picking up the pace and starting to run. With the marker in sight, Megatron starts testing his t-cog, revving his own flight engines to clear the dust from them…

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::Wait, we? You’re gonna drive with me?::

Smokescreen has to sit down for a bit, trying to mentally prepare himself. It’s not like Megatron’s going to make him go at top speed, after all, right? Once he feels ready, he does head for the sea of rust, ready to meet up with Megatron.

Megatron folds his arms behind his back as soon as Smokescreen is in sight, and looks out over the flat expanse of metal. 

“Miles without obstacles, walls, or even onlookers. This place is covered in the tracks of ancient racers, of merchants, nomads and runaways crossing Cybertron’s surface to find freedom.” He turned back towards the Autobot, expression serious.

“I will not attempt to fly until I see you drive across it.” He pointed out towards the horizon. “I’ve made marks in the ground, a cannonblast half a mile in that direction, and another three more miles out. When I see you pass the first one, I’ll transform and catch up to you, and we’ll race to the second. I want to see if you can outpace these old engines. I really don’t think you can,” he added with a smirk. 

“You want to race? Against me? Man, Megs, I didn’t know you liked to lose that much!” But even as Smokescreen said that, he looked a little uneasy at the path set out, unsure if he could even manage a race.

Smokescreen finally transform, after moments of hesitation, but doesn’t start driving yet. He’s revving his engine, but doesn’t seem to be moving at all.

Waiting, Megatron takes a step back to give Smokescreen space to transform. He waits some more… and some more.

“Am I just going to be standing here all night? I had been looking forward to my first flight in months.”

“No, no! I was just… Feeling the road, you know?” Smokescreen starts to move, though his pace is very, very slow, and he stops before he gets to the finish line.

Smokescreen’s trying to increase his pace as fast as he can, revving his engine to encourage himself, but he’s still not as fast as he had been, stopping frequently in frustration

The marker is still another 200ft away. Megatron is glaring now, though not necessarily at Smokescreen. He’s making progress, slow though it may be. At least he’s moving. Still, Megatron begins walking after him.

“If I’m able to pass you on foot before you get there, I’ll win by default. Don’t let me.”

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::Wait, we? You’re gonna drive with me?::

Smokescreen has to sit down for a bit, trying to mentally prepare himself. It’s not like Megatron’s going to make him go at top speed, after all, right? Once he feels ready, he does head for the sea of rust, ready to meet up with Megatron.

Megatron folds his arms behind his back as soon as Smokescreen is in sight, and looks out over the flat expanse of metal. 

“Miles without obstacles, walls, or even onlookers. This place is covered in the tracks of ancient racers, of merchants, nomads and runaways crossing Cybertron’s surface to find freedom.” He turned back towards the Autobot, expression serious.

“I will not attempt to fly until I see you drive across it.” He pointed out towards the horizon. “I’ve made marks in the ground, a cannonblast half a mile in that direction, and another three more miles out. When I see you pass the first one, I’ll transform and catch up to you, and we’ll race to the second. I want to see if you can outpace these old engines. I really don’t think you can,” he added with a smirk. 

“You want to race? Against me? Man, Megs, I didn’t know you liked to lose that much!” But even as Smokescreen said that, he looked a little uneasy at the path set out, unsure if he could even manage a race.

Smokescreen finally transform, after moments of hesitation, but doesn’t start driving yet. He’s revving his engine, but doesn’t seem to be moving at all.

Waiting, Megatron takes a step back to give Smokescreen space to transform. He waits some more… and some more.

“Am I just going to be standing here all night? I had been looking forward to my first flight in months.”

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::Wait, we? You’re gonna drive with me?::

Smokescreen has to sit down for a bit, trying to mentally prepare himself. It’s not like Megatron’s going to make him go at top speed, after all, right? Once he feels ready, he does head for the sea of rust, ready to meet up with Megatron.

::Meet me there or don’t. I will be flying.:: Hopefully.

This has gone on long enough. Smokescreen’s problem clearly isn’t only with being in his vehicle mode, not when he can hold a conversation while parked. The speedster never even revs his engine without prompting. It’s not right for a mech so energetic be so still. 

Hours later, Megatron had the area scanned for spark signatures before bridging out to the Sea of Rust. Not a soul in sight for miles to see his twisted frame. Singer had told him his frame was technically capable of transforming… and he had to admit, the wind blowing across his sensors even while standing here felt refreshing. Now all that was left… was to make Smokscreen see the same.

::You got it! It’ll be nice to see you flying, at least. How’re you feeling?::

For all his worrying, Smokescreen still shows up, waiting in his root mode, waiting to transform until he is sure Megatron is nearby.

Megatron folds his arms behind his back as soon as Smokescreen is in sight, and looks out over the flat expanse of metal. 

“Miles without obstacles, walls, or even onlookers. This place is covered in the tracks of ancient racers, of merchants, nomads and runaways crossing Cybertron’s surface to find freedom.” He turned back towards the Autobot, expression serious.

“I will not attempt to fly until I see you drive across it.” He pointed out towards the horizon. “I’ve made marks in the ground, a cannonblast half a mile in that direction, and another three more miles out. When I see you pass the first one, I’ll transform and catch up to you, and we’ll race to the second. I want to see if you can outpace these old engines. I really don’t think you can,” he added with a smirk. 

ask-smokescreen:

::Wait, we? You’re gonna drive with me?::

Smokescreen has to sit down for a bit, trying to mentally prepare himself. It’s not like Megatron’s going to make him go at top speed, after all, right? Once he feels ready, he does head for the sea of rust, ready to meet up with Megatron.

::Meet me there or don’t. I will be flying.:: Hopefully.

This has gone on long enough. Smokescreen’s problem clearly isn’t only with being in his vehicle mode, not when he can hold a conversation while parked. The speedster never even revs his engine without prompting. It’s not right for a mech so energetic be so still. 

Hours later, Megatron had the area scanned for spark signatures before bridging out to the Sea of Rust. Not a soul in sight for miles to see his twisted frame. Singer had told him his frame was technically capable of transforming… and he had to admit, the wind blowing across his sensors even while standing here felt refreshing. Now all that was left… was to make Smokscreen see the same.