Bradley Sheen's Story

//Fine....and I only used low intensity since I figured you didn't mean any harm. But next time, do at least TRY to use something resembling manners//, replied Jarvis, still a little testy at having wound up in such an undignified position

//my underside showing....and to a lady no less// said Jarvis. //quite undignified

"Alright. Everybody cool their jets" said Brad. "We'd probably make better allies than enemies since we seem to be after the same goal....that being that convoy and between the 2 of us we should be able to pick up its trail again"

//If we are after the same goal Chirped Sarah's radio, amplified by her own radio in her car, //Why do I sense that you were after the Energon for different reasons ? Sarahs task was to track the convoy, flip it, then bag and tag. It was not an easy task, but it was a fun one. As far as Sarah was aware, she was after the Energon for personal use, after all, it was her life force. High Grade stuff too. Sarah said nothing to the mention of being a female, she did however appear cheeky as she seemed to bounce on her struts. The low slung car was very unique in make.

Rake removed her wallet and badge, showing it to Brad she said simply, "Rake Sunrider, MVA Directive agent. Sarah and I have been tracking that convoy for a week if not more. Sarah was most intent on getting the convoy, and its contents back to headquaters. But now that you and your partner, is here as well, that makes things slightly different now doesn't it ?" She crossed her arms.

Speed.
Speed is the key.

Once this had been figured out, it was merely a matter of busting down some doors and running fast and free into the whole wide world; down busy roads and through narrow streets, across flat plains and open prairies, going under and over all manner of obstacles, refusing to turn, refusing to move around, to take the easy way, to take the slow-and-steady ride -- a straight line is the fastest route, and the only thing that will ever do.
Breaking down barriers, leaping above limits -- to focus solely on challenges and goals with no ends, to beat the unbeatable and then race far beyond it all...exploring without seeing, for all that's really needed is a sense of movement, and for that movement to be the fastest of all.

This is the key -- /his/ key, to the lock on /his/ life.
That lock has been gone for such a very long time, and the key to it has long been lost, left behind in the face of lacking necessity.
But it hasn't been forgotten -- what it all stands for, what it all /means/, is floods the very pores of his muscle memory.
And now he can finally take some time to forever run the width of worlds, with nary a pit stop in sight.

He's confident, extremely confident, that no one could ever beat him.
No one is faster than him, he's sure of that -- but that doesn't stop him from issuing challenges, to anyone who dares to cross the path of his one-lane street of speed.
It would be inevitably boring, to have nothing more to strive for; despite his love for the act of running, for the feel of motion, that alone would not be enough to provide him with an ideal life.
He needs the presence of others, specifically those who are up to the challenge of beating he who is the fastest of all.
Thus, he must continue to raise the bar, to force every last slice of difficulty to go higher and higher, harder and harder.
Daring danger, he'll run the risks, all of them, and never once miss a beat, never once lose his footing.

There's no room for mistakes, no time for missteps...all there is to do, is go!

Hopping down the highway at a leisurely one hundred kilometers per hour, the tall structures and bright lights of a city are at last coming into view.
Grinning widely, ecstatic with the thought that he will finally be seeing some strange sights of civilization, he rushes to pick up the pace, becoming but a small streak of vivid red zooming over a broad line of dull gray, heading swift and careless on his hasty way, neither heeding nor warning whatever or whomever may already be on the road.

//Bradley and I here are part of a guerilla group....Brad who is a native of this planet along with the rest of the inhabitants...are doing their best to fight the Decepticon menace and I and other autobots are trying to help, but our Energon reserves are starting to run low and seeing as how the Decepticons seem to control most of the supply on this planet our best way to obtain more seemed to be a quick raid// said Jarvis to Sarah, and also routed through his external speakers.

Jarvis, sensing that battle had begun, ramped his photocomet launchers up to full power and sped off using hyperthrust to assist Sarah, leaving the 2 respective drivers to talk alone

"Well, I'm Brad, Col. Brad Sheen to be specific, though we haven't got much military left" said Brad holding out his hand for Rake to shake

As the two cars took off leaving Brad and Rake in the dust, Rake smiled behind her mask. She outranked him for sure by quite a bit. "Unfortunatly what military you do have left is not in this 'verse. Its in another." She had not the heart to tell that in that other verse he was dead but his military was strong as ever. "You are not the first Sheen I have met." The MVA Directive Agent said. Even though there was a gas station not far off. She activated her hand phone and called in a request for a airlift for two as her partner took off after the convoy.

In a way it was creepy to have a crystal device like a handphone embedded in her right hand. It gloved through her skin in bright white colors and showed her palm, and each finger bone not including thumb and pinky. It was in a word, creepy, and in some cases unsettling of how it was embedded.

It was strange to see the Flip Car in action. Normally one would simply drive the thing into oncoming traffic and flip the cars over into each other. But in this case Sarah just sat in the middle of the highway and let the traffic, whatever it was, hit her and go sailing into the air. Fun times. Of course with her weight {nowhere near half a ton} And the fact that she hugged the ground so perfectly, kept her solidly in place as whatever hit her went flying as Jarvis showed up. //Welcome to the party. Saved you some party favors. she said simply over the comm channel. It felt good to be alive.

//Now, lets go find my dinner, its not far I got it on my sensors. With that she took off again with a shriek of burned rubber and shot down the highway, a sign she passed read FORT VERITAS 50KM Sarah was both angry and hungry. She was angry because she was hungry, and she was also angry because not only was she hungry, but some Decepticons got away with her next meal.

Jarvis "smiled" or what passed for it for autobots as he used his twin photocomet launchers to good effect, begin careful to avoid the Energon storage tanks in the vehicles, for it would do no good to see what they both came for go up in a big fireball.

//You saved me some party favors? aww you shouldn't've// replied Jarvis cheekily

//Yes I see the coward trying to do a runner// said Jarvis as he fired up his hyperthrust engines again.

Meanwhile Brad and Rake were still talking. "Yeah I've been noticing what seemed to be quantum fissures allowing for quite a confluence of realities to take place. I think I've been seeing other me's running around here...some nice....some not so nice" said Brad

Bounding down the road with an acceleration of nearly ten kilometers per second, the sudden sight of oncoming traffic only makes him laugh.
Here lies a challenge, practically given to him on an easy-to-reach platter!

He hits it up to two hundred kilometers per hour, whereupon he makes a quick decision to maintain this specific speed, for the short time it will take him to overcome this very first challenge.
It's just something to do while he makes his way towards the city, without actually changing direction.

The group of vehicles barrel towards him with no sign of stopping, and all it takes for him to pass them by is to merely jump from one's roof to the other, on for a couple more before landing back on the pavement, and then taking off the second his feet touch ground, instantly reobtaining his original cruising speed of one hundred kilometers per hour.

All right...so it wasn't all that much of a challenge, but perhaps he can still find a way to have some fun.

Hey, what do you know -- here comes another car, this one appearing to be all alone.
But perplexity soon fills his mind as it comes to its own sudden stop, lying sideways right in his path.
His eyes narrow, focusing on it-- hey, it's a ramp!
Sweet.

There's no use in resisting a chance opportunity like this, so of course he heads straight for it.
Zoom!

The shriek that accompanies his leaping high into the air off of the ramp, ear-splitting though it may be, only adds to the exhilarating high that's beginning to course through the veins of his fiery body.
He howls in glee as he makes a hard, loud landing, losing little speed as he starts turning, cutting a clear circle to aim his body back at the car-ramp, which has already resumed its own pace.

It's going fast, perhaps trying to catch up with that other grouping?
Ho, boy, maybe he'll get to have some fun here!
He's practically kicking his heels in joy.
Why pass up opportunity?
The city can wait!

Slipping forwards into two hundred once more, he bullets right for the car that's closest -- the lone one, which is within easy reach.
A second car suddenly speeds past him, sending the short red-brown hairs covering his body forwards for the flash of a moment, before then being sent back thanks to his own speed.

Whoo!
Tingly.

Only a bit more speed is needed to be put on his large leaping legs for him to reach those two cars.
Hmm...but he wonders -- should he stay some distance behind, follow them all the way instead of simply trying to beat them?

Perhaps...but who says that they're going to stop just because he catches up to them, even passes by them?
What's the harm in finding out?
At the very least, he'll be running.
Always running.

He proceeds with the acceleration.

//What in blazes was that strange looking car we passed?// asked Jarvis to Sarah. //It had legs whatever it was//

Within mere moments, he's reached the two cars.
He has to decelerate a little, just to make sure that he doesn't pass them before he can get a good look -- and before has a chance to taunt them.

Hopping along at high speeds besides them would give them a good look of his body's physical structure, not to mention reveal that he's in no way an automobile at all, but instead some sort of living animal!
You'd think it'd be obvious by the evidence of his movements, but hey, people have gotten it wrong before, and they'd surely get it wrong again.

He needs to make sure that he's /remembered/!
At least, just long enough for him to kick their butts to curb.

What he would essentially appear to be, is a red kangaroo, /Macropus rufus/.
A big, human-sized body covered in short red-brown fur that fades to pale buff below and on the limbs; it bears large powerful legs, small strong arms, and a long muscular tail that proves great as both a balancer in flight and as a third limb for whenever he feels like sitting up and giving someone a good kick in the face.
His lower stomach holds a pouch similar to that which would be seen on your ordinary female kangaroo, which, to say the least, has proven to be quite deceiving to those who know a thing or two about kangaroo anatomy.
He's wearing a bright red hooded poncho over his upper body, the hood bouncing and flying behind his head at such a rate, it's surprising that the whole thing doesn't just pop right off of him altogether.

A good glance would show the two black wolf ears stitched to the hood as paired attachments.
An even better glance would reveal a face that is quite unlike any /normal/ kangaroo: though it retains the long, pointed ears, everything else is completely and utterly /wrong/.
The head is round, completely lacking in the presence of a muzzle -- or any sort of proper nose at all, to tell the truth...unless you count that small button in the middle of his face as a nose -- and, no, that is not just a figure of speech: his nose is an /actual button/.
His face is vaguely humanlike, and "vaguely" is where that comparison stops -- the face may be somewhat flat in a manner similar to that of humans, but that's all there is to it in those matters of resemblance.
The eyes are big, gray, and full of mischief, as is the big, grinning mouth, which is in fact rather toothless aside from the serpentine fangs up front and the pair of boar-like tusks poking out the sides.

With this monstrous mouth he flashes the cars a big, friendly grin (which is technically meant to be directed towards the drivers, whom he fails to see on account of their not being there), which is then broken by the act of sticking out a forked tongue at them, making a face, and then swiftly zipping past as he picks up speed at an incredible pace, zooming in the direction that the convoy has gone.

His voice calls back to them, against the unlikeliness of it ever being heard at speeds so high:
"Catch me if you can!"

Jarvis did the autobot equivalent of an eyeroll

//It's not a car at all evidently. Whatever it is though zips around faster than Screecher on a whole caseful of high grade Energon goodies// said Screecher to Sarah. //And we still need to finish off the rest of these clowns anyway//

Sadly, the rig that was hit was a decoy. Sarah swore in several terran langauges before shooting towards the last remaining military jeep in the convoy. She'd been duped! With a shriek of burning rubber she hammered headlong into the oncoming military semi and sent it flying into the air, rolling behind her.

But she knew where they were going! Once more leaving a ruin in her wake she shot for the Fort not far away. 45KM, not too far to go. She was angry, and starving. And nothing was good for anyone that held something between herself and her next meal.

When the new thing showed up, the thing that shot off her ramp, she spun a one eighty and shot along backwards for a few seconds before spinning back around and stopping. What the slag was that ?? //I do not think that was a car, it looked, strange.... Something I have never seen before. In truth Sarah had never seen much if any at all of terran wildlife. What she had seen though was her partners fondness for cats and fish. Items Sarah called Swimmings and Fuzzies.

Sarah once more took off then in a shriek of burning rubber. This time passing a sign that read

FORT VERITAS: 45KM
MCKINLEY SAMSON FACTORY: 60KM

Back at where she was left with Brad, Rake smiled, "Something like that. Part of my job is keeping the balance between universes in a manner of speaking." She explained "We use blackholes that collapse the walls between universes, its a painful way to travel, but it is worth while I think." She smiled again behind her mask. "I have a lift incoming if you need a ride." She said. Thankful for the nonce that he did not mention anything of her handphone.

"Jarvis is pretty good about returning. Should be back with Sarah and the Energon from the convoy we were tracking" said Brad

Jarvis swore also in colorful Gaelic that he'd picked up in his travels through Ireland and Scotland and sped off, keeping pace with Sarah, photocomet launchers back to full-charge though he'd had to borrow some energy from non-critical systems to achieve that. //I've had to shut down some non-critical systems. Good thing this convoy is full of high grade Energon// said Jarvis

Brad did notice Rake's handphone but just wrote it off as some advanced piece of tech from her own universe and decided he was probably better off not knowing.