The Scenic Route
Fearstorm drives along the beach, his long, low-slung form sliding over the sand. Despite the enormity of his root mode, his alt-mode is more or less normal-sized: notably larger than most of the rest of the vehicons, but still not bigger than a sports car could feasibly be. Even so, anyone watching would see that his tires dig deep into the sand as he moves: this mech is heavy. Acceleration is definitely not his strong point.
That doesn't mean he'll ever turn down an opportunity to race, though.
Fearstorm has recently downed a good amount of high grade, and he's finally able to relax and focus on enjoying himself for once. He swerves for a moment into the shallows, sending up twin fans of water from either side of his chassis. The texture of the sand is novel against his wheels, and the water droplets scattering across his frame feel quite nice, if a little strange. He veers back towards the beach, his rear-view mirrors tilting slightly as he checks to see if he was followed.
He's expecting a few racing partners, but even if nobody decides to take him up on the offer, he's quite happy just to explore the beach and the new experiences it has to offer.
