Wild Ride

I'm Vortex. Beware, you might just get the ride of your life.

[swondle]

Homecoming || Closed

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Vortex doesn’t say anything. “I guess  a bit, just kinda ticked you didn’t say anything.” And worried, not like he’d openly admit or anything…

He looks the other mech over then reaches into his subspace and shoves it against the mech’s chest. “Here drink it.”

[swondle]

"I mean I would be to— Oh." And if that didn’t look like the best thing he had seen in awhile… He didn’t have to be told twice. His tanks almost twinged with want he hadn’t even noticed before. 

"In my defense, I didn’t exactly get an advance notice on the impromptu vacation.”

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Vortex grins underneath his mask at Swindle's reaction. "Well, we had moved after you decided to disappear Swindle," he snaps back at him. Between the two, it was always a love-hate relationship really. Always snipping at one another.

He steps back as his rotors spin a bit, awaiting for the mech to at least refuel a tiny bit.

[swondle]

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»Who knows with you Swindle« He states blankly, still heading towards his direction. »I’m on my way now.« 

After some time he sees the little mech out on the horizon but when he gets there, he’ll drop down and transform in front of him, staring just like always..

[swondle]

He was wary when Vortex landed, half expecting some kind of other ‘welcome’ to come from the violence prone copter. He stayed in his altmode until he felt like it was safe enough to shift. 

"So I’m pretty sure you’re mad and everything."

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Vortex doesn't say anything. "I guess  a bit, just kinda ticked you didn't say anything." And worried, not like he'd openly admit or anything...

He looks the other mech over then reaches into his subspace and shoves it against the mech's chest. "Here drink it."

[swondle]

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»I don’t know. Could’ve done something as far as I know« He retorts back at him.

Vortex jumps out of his cover in the forest and twirls his rotors just to get more of a signal going through to track the bot down. And when he does, he transforms and starts to fly towards Swindle’s direction, delaying his rotors back to go a bit faster. (Somewhat like his FoC alternate had, he’s had plenty of time to modify himself)

[swondle]

»Pretty sure just shy of being forcefully ejected into the atmosphere or taxied up, I’m not getting up there.«

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>>Who knows with you Swindle<< He states blankly, still heading towards his direction. >>I'm on my way now.<<

After some time he sees the little mech out on the horizon but when he gets there, he'll drop down and transform in front of him, staring just like always..

[swondle]

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Vortex facepalms a bit.. It was either himself or Swindle because he wasn’t exactly getting it, location thereof he muses.

»Are you on Earth though? You’re not making much sense to me at all. Plus being in a forest at the moment isn’t the greatest at locating someone.«

Hoping that was somewhat helpful…? »You have to help me out here Swindle..«

[swondle]

»…How would I not be on Earth?« Last he checked he wasn’t exactly a flier, much less space ready. Not in this little four wheeled ground vehicle anyway.

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>>I don't know. Could've done something as far as I know<< He retorts back at him.

Vortex jumps out of his cover in the forest and twirls his rotors just to get more of a signal going through to track the bot down. And when he does, he transforms and starts to fly towards Swindle's direction, delaying his rotors back to go a bit faster. (Somewhat like his FoC alternate had, he's had plenty of time to modify himself)

[swondle]

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[swondle]

»Uhh…« He should have known. Really. He had known where he was before spending so much time around the flux.

»Well I just got out of the northern electromagnetic fields a bit ago. That’s why I was able to comm you. But it fragged up my gps I think. I know where I am but I don’t know at the same time..« If… that even made sense.

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Vortex facepalms a bit.. It was either himself or Swindle because he wasn't exactly getting it, location thereof he muses.

>>Are you on Earth though? You're not making much sense to me at all. Plus being in a forest at the moment isn't the greatest at locating someone.<<

Hoping that was somewhat helpful...? >>You have to help me out here Swindle..<<

[swondle]

Homecoming || Closed

[swondle]

Russia? Oh boy.

He came to a halt long enough to let the right information be sent over for the ping, and when he started onwards again his pace was a lot more leisurely. 

»Oh really? You’re going to play docbot?« Come to think of it, if he didn’t have half as much trust in his gestalt brother, the idea of Vortex coming anywhere near him with any sort of medical intention would have made his plating crawl. It still made him a little nervous though. 

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>>What's it to ya? Don't like what I have to offer?<< Not that he minded really. He wasn't a medicon but he could do a little bit of 'first aide' if Swindle didn't want it, then it was his own problem.

He receives the coordinates but can't quite make out exactly where. >>Where exactly are you Swindle?<< Vortex was mostly blank but he was a bit of a cray cray con. out of the entire gestalt, he wasn't the most trusted because of what he does, he was a bit crazy in the mind.

[swondle]

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[swondle]

»Oh I tried. But I guess I was just on the otherside of the proverbial deadzone.« He had to take a pause to check his exact location. He had been cruising pretty fast for awhile just with the intent to get back to familiar territory. But spending so long in what could have only been a weird flux of magnetic waves, a few systems were a bit trashed and he knew it would take a complete overhaul and good defrag to fix it but… not right now. That was for later. Plus they were only minor systems.

»Still kind of the middle of nowhere I guess. But back within radio contact so that’s a plus. Want a location ping?«

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Vortex continues to listen to him, his features still blank as ever. He had to believe him even though a small part of him didn't but this was Swindle after all..

>>Yes. But are you on Earth?<< He muses he could go into space, he had spent some time modifying his own frame by himself since he had nothing else to do with himself after all. >>I'm in Russia.<< As if it mattered anyways. >>we'll get things ...situated when we reunite with one another. Alright?<< Meaning getting Swindle all fixed up and what not, who knows what he's done with himself....

[swondle]

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[swondle]

»What kind of welcome home is that?« Well about as close to home as you could get stranded on an alien rock. Yeesh he was almost going to rethink trying to drop in so to speak for a hello. He was likely to get hit; at least that’s what it felt like.

»I uhh, had some long term business to attend to way out… nowhere. It was a lot of nothing for miles. You’d hate it. Nothing to shoot.«

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Would Swindle really be surprised by Vortex's anger? He shouldn't. The copter missed him not that he'd openly admit it though. It was more over worried sick sort of mad.

>>Ahuh... It would've been nice if you dropped a comm to your old buddy.<< He stately blankly. >>Probably.<< It would've been boring but he didn't care if he went with Swindle or not, it was the contacting part that bugged him... >>Anyways, where are you Swindle? I'm guessing a long ways away?<<

[swondle]

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Okay so, stopping really low again may have not been the best idea, but at least it wasn’t his own brothers this time.

Still, picking another Decepticon apart for parts was probably (spoiler: it was) crossing the line, but the poor little guy wasn’t going to survive on his own anyway after that battle.

But poor choices meant that he had been caught (thanks to some little snitch most likely), and instead of being forced to give the parts back since the victim had already ‘died’ anyway, he was more or less sent away for time out. Very very far away. Which, when you think about it, probably wasn’t the best idea considering he was a vital link to the gestalt and without him they were… well… not entirely useless but useless.

Anyway.

Coming back into range after so long felt stupidly nice. None of Earth’s stupid fields to mess with his systems and make it a difficult chore to try and use his comm link let alone any other communications. As soon as he could he threw open a loud obnoxious ping to his most favorite ‘con to bother ever, none other than the pain in the aft copter himself: Vortex.

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Vortex had been up to who knows what, deep within Russia's vastlands. Doing things with Brawl and what not, who knows... He didn't know what to do with himself that much anymore and it only brought a mental shrug. However, he stumbles as he hears a familiar voice over his comm link.

His tone is laced with a bit of annoyance. >>Look who decided to show up after over an entire solar cycle<< meaning an enire year. >>Where the hell have you been Swindle?<< He was a bit annoyed that his gestalt partner left randomly out of the middle of nowhere. Must've gotten stuck in something or whatever...