He may not be in vehicle form, but Optimus Prime's down the West Side Highway, through the traffic, has been just as inexorable and unstoppable. On the median, jumping cars and dodging motorcycles and one leap over a set of utterly hornswoggled tourists who had no idea the traffic in New York could be that bad, he made for Chelsea Piers as fast as he possibly could.
And at the sighs of Ecto, he pauses, and mutters, "Ratchet and I are going to have a very long talk about 'authorized activities' when I get back."
But there's still danger, and his right arm shifts again, turning into a massive cannon, which he extends. One eye goes dark, then comes back on again.
He waits for the opportunity, locked onto target. Once it's clear...
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Date: 2007-09-28 03:29 pm (UTC)No. Thunder doesn't crash so rhythmically.
He may not be in vehicle form, but Optimus Prime's down the West Side Highway, through the traffic, has been just as inexorable and unstoppable. On the median, jumping cars and dodging motorcycles and one leap over a set of utterly hornswoggled tourists who had no idea the traffic in New York could be that bad, he made for Chelsea Piers as fast as he possibly could.
And at the sighs of Ecto, he pauses, and mutters, "Ratchet and I are going to have a very long talk about 'authorized activities' when I get back."
But there's still danger, and his right arm shifts again, turning into a massive cannon, which he extends. One eye goes dark, then comes back on again.
He waits for the opportunity, locked onto target. Once it's clear...