Carly's Experiment (a/k/a The End of Dan-o's Hoverboard)

Nevada Desert - North America

    Off the beaten path, one of the many Nevada deserts uninhabited by communities. It is a large stretch of land, miles and miles around. There is no build up here; no houses, no factories. In the center of it all, accessible only by a treaded dirt highway, well worn by constant travel, is a large metallic city. To the east of the city runs a river, grasses and trees thriving along its banks. To the west are mountainous rocks and canyons. Behind it are large open flats. This area is governmentally restricted to civilians, a fact enforced by the constant Autobot security patrols.

(OOC Note: If you are in here, you are within range of Metroplex's guns. This room is not for any human buildings either, leave them in California/Nevada. Simple enough?)

(Autobot) Carly says, "*There's a loud , followed by the crackling sound that typically comes after a firework's been set off, followed by the sound of a woman screaming*"

(Autobot) The college dropout, Spike says, "Carly!"

(Autobot) Carly says, "Oh crap! NOTanemergency, NOTanemergency, I can handle this, guys!"

(Radio) Spike sends you a radio transmission, 'Where are you?!'

<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">(Autobot) Skydive says, "Oh dear!"

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">(Radio) You transmit, "*sounds kind of garbled, as if under heavy wind interference* Right outside the base! Really Spike -- I got this!" to Spike.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Spike has arrived.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Spike runs outside, despite Carly's assurance that everything was cool, since Carly is a woman who is in distress (thanks, Sparkplug for instilling a chilvary in his son.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">(Autobot) Snarl says, "Do need dinobot to help, Carly?"

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Something is flying around quicker than a hornet, in random directions through the air. Look a little closer, and it's obvious that something is Carly, clutching very tightly to something that's almost too quick to be seen. "It'll -- eventuallyrunout -- of fuel -- aieee!Doomflower (talk)"

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">(Autobot) The college dropout, Spike says, "Mmmmmaybe, but hold up for a sec - let's see if us humans can handle it"

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Spike cautiously approaches Carly. "OK... anything I can do? Do you need like a container or something?"

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">"If I let go -- can you try and catch me???" Carly asks, as she gets whisked about 30 feet up into the air in an instant.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Spike calls out "Not from 30 feet up! Can you steer it down about 20 feet?! Or I can radio the Autobots!"

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The object corkscrews quickly, spinning Carly around almost faster than the eye can see as it darts around the air. "Unfortunately, I can't steer it at ALL...it's kinda doing what it wants to do!"

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Spike opts against playing the hero and perhaps not catching Carly whose fall may be 30 feet, or 60 feet depending on the speed. "Just hold on for a few more seconds!'

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">(Autobot) The college dropout, Spike says, "OK... I think I'm going to take you guys up on your offer, can someone come out to the Autobot entrance, ASAP?!"

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Skydive has arrived.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Something *POP*s, and comes flying down in a fiery plummet. It looks like the fin off of a hoverboard. But hoverboards don't move anywhere near as fast as the object Carly's hanging onto, which is now cutting zig-zags across the sky. "This was...not a good idea!" she admits.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Spike waves to Skydive and points above, about 30 feet above to Carly. "Carly's holding onto something - that's sending her airborne! Any way you can catch her from that height?"

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Looking Upwards, Skydive nods his head. "I think so, but my hand isn't exactly soft..." He looks perplexed. "OH! I have an idea, I read about this once!"

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">"Skydive! Hi! Um. Not to make this urgent, but -- I'm on fire right now! Would you be able to catch me?" Carly asks, zipping around randomly like a giant hornet as she clings to the object in question. And it does appear to be on fire.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Snarl has arrived.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Looking away, Skydive seems to take an a measurement as he begins to runaway from Carly...he then pivots and launches into his plane mode, popping his cockpit, "Ok Carly, When I say let go...Let go!"

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Spike looks as Snarl lumbers in. "I think Skydive's got this, sorry, but we kind of need skilled hands! Humans don't bounce too well."

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">"Ready when you are!" Carly calls, holding on with one hand while shaking the other, then alternating -- that object's getting pretty hot!

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">"Ok...steady, steady..." Skydive flies slowly under Carly, a few meters below her, "NOW!" Skydive emits, his cockpit seat just under Carly, it looks soft...

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Spike carefully angles himself under Skydive in case Skydive doesn't make the catch and Spike may have to *gulp* break a fall from 30 feet above.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Snarl comes romping into the area, thagomizer swaying, "You no need Snarl?"

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Carly lets go, and sheer momentum propels her into the comfy cockpit seat with the force of a few G's. "Oof!!"

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The object, now trailing black smoke, sails up into the air, and suddenly explodes with considerable force.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Spike sighs, now feeling guilty for calling in Snarl "Not anymore, sorry!"

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Spike grins and claps his hand triumphantly "Woo! Awesome! Kick-aft job, Skydive!"

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Lowering the cockpit canopy, Skydive takes a lazy circle and then lines himself up for a landing, planning to stop near Spike. After a few more moments, he lands and rolls near Spike, popping open his cockpit again, so that Spike can help Carly out. "Here you go Spike!"

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Spike grins and tries not to laugh at Skydive's comment, it sort of sounds like "Heyah, here's your wife!"

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Spike waits for Carly to tell him the story. This should be interesting.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Carly is a bit vertigo-disoriented, wobbling around like a slightly drunk person after spinning around so fast in the air. "Thank you so much...sorry for the mess!" She probably needs Spike's assistance to get out and stand up. "To say I'm embarrassed is kind of an understatement. That didn't work like I thought it would work."

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">"Oh no worries! I need to log so many hours for my FAA certifications. So it was my pleasure, Carly and Spike." Skydive emits, "So? What was it?"

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Spike nods, his nerves are a bit frizzed himself. Carly dropped, then, the thing she was holding onto lethally explodes just mere seconds after Carly let go.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">"What it was *supposed* to be was a new fuel mixture that would allow for a much cleaner burn, with considerably less particulate matter generated," Carly admits. "Good idea: field-test the fuel. Bad idea: I decided to field test it on my son's hoverboard."

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Spike breathes out a sigh of relief. "Ex-hoverboard."

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">"Well, it was kind of small for him anyway, I didn't think he'd mind. He uses the wheeled one these days anyhow," Carly explains. "But I expected it to act like rich fuel if it tested poorly -- you know, backfiring, dirty burn, and such. NEVER did I think it would behave like nitro."

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Carly blushes. "...Kinda glad I did ask for help," she admits, looking at some charred pieces of hoverboard.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Spike looks at Skydive and Snarl and shrugs "And... what about another source of energy for the 'bots?"

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Spike adds "Obviously not in THIS state..."

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">"You all are welcome to refine it and test it, but only test it on non-sentient drones until the ions stabilize," Carly warns.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Reverting back to his Robot Mode, Skydive looks at everyone and waves, "New fuel, that sounds like an interesting project." Smiling, "Have you thought about asking for access to the training room for experiments, there are safeties?" Giving a thumbs up, "Sciene is pretty nifty!"

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Silverbolt walks confidently into the area.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Silverbolt has arrived.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Spike grins. "That it is, Skydive."

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Spike sees Silverbolt and gives a friendly wave.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">"Oh, I think that would be a *wonderful* idea for future experiments, for sure," Carly says. "I was just shocked, because...do you know? I was so confident in this fuel, I was all ready to test it in my Mustang. Thank goodness I didn't do THAT! But it's been fairly stable in other appliances. I tested it on a tractor last week with my R&D partner, and while the results weren't *great*, nothing like what you saw today happened."

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Prowl has arrived.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Prowl appears. (Invited by Skydive)

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">"A P-51 Mustang?" Skydive starts to peer around, "Where?" He looks up into the sky, "I don't see it!" He notices Silverbolt and waves, "Heya Silverbolt! I logged some flight time!"

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Spike sighs "Well... the fuel sounds promising..." He adds "It's definitely turbo-charged."

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Silverbolt trots his way out and looks to Skydive. 'you did huh? That's good Skydive." he then looks to Carly and chuckles. "I heard the popping on the radio. What happened, Carly?"

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Snarl flops, right then, right there, thagomizer swishing, optics dimming

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Spike grins and says "He also logged some big-time hero poitns, catching Carly in mid-air."

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Spike tilts his head and walks toward Snarl. "Woah! Woah! You OK?!"

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">"No, silly, my *Ford* Mustang. Parked over there," Carly tells Skydive, pointing toward her car. She smiles graciously as Silverbolt arrives. "Oh, I do apologize for all of this -- honestly, it was a simple field test of an experimental fuel I'm developing for work. I wanted to test it on a small device, so I tried it out on Daniel's hoverboard, and..." Snarl's sudden flop makes her pause in concern. "What just happened??"

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">"Yeah! Silverbolt. I knew you would be excited." He looks over at Spike, "Hero points? No...I don't think so. It was nothing, just needed the right vector and velocity, the Wind was a little gusty, so I need a slight adjustment, pretty routine..." He smiles genuinely at Spike as he looks at the Car,

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">"Oh..." Skydive says as he tries to hide his disappointment, like a Kid who got a Gobot instead of Transformer on Christmas. He looks at the Car. "It is a very nice car." He offers with a smile.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Silverbolt nudges Skydive. "no need for the long explination." But then he looks to Snarl, waiting for an answer.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Spike walks closer to Snarl and slowly waves his arm near Snarl's optics to see if they register.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Prowl had heard the noise over the comm, and has come to investigate the situation. With a sigh, he trudges over to Carly and the aerialbots from one of Autobot City's many entry ways. "All right, what happened here? Carly? Are you all right?" Though his question is probably already answered, because he's likely already scanned her a dozen times.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Around the area are small, smoking pieces of the hoverboard-gone-berserk, which has since detonated. None of them are incendiary enough to start a fire on their own, especially in desert surroundings.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Carly nods to Prowl, looking very apologetic. "Yes, everyone is fine," she says, though she's not too sure about Snarl -- her husband's on the case with the Dinobot, however. "I am terribly sorry for this. You see, I've been in the process of developing a new fuel. It's supposed to burn much cleaner than fossil fuels, and it seemed to work fine in prior field tests. But when I put the fuel in Daniel's hoverboard, and I was holding it at the time -- pow, it just took off like Blurr and began flying all over the place."

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Smiling at Silverbolt. "Right Boss!" Skydive smiles upwards as he saunters near his friend and brother, "Do I need to file a report?"

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Spike looks back at Skydive and Carly and shakes his head at Skydive's remark. Gha, do we need to file a report for EVERY dang thing we do here, oh...heyah Prowl

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">"Skydive definitely came to the rescue just in time," Carly says gratefully. "If I had *any* indication that a simple soy-based fuel blend would make a hoverboard into a missile, I certainly wouldn't have fueled it up out here."

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Holding up a finger, "Just my duty Carly! You'd do the same..." Skydive says with a smile. "Heya Prowl! I was thinking we should let Carly have access to the training room for her experiments. The rooms have built in safeties!"

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Silverbolt says, "No need for a report, Skydive." He then chuckles to Carly. "Lesson learned huh? Perhaps using it on expendable drone would give you a bit of insight?""

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Silverbolt points to SKydive. "That's a better idea."

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Spike adds "I'm sure we could find someone who would donate their junker - and as a 'thank you' give him or her a tour of Autobot City as well."

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Carly turns red. "I swear, I'm not in the explosives business. A lot of the testing I do ends up completely safe! I've worked with this fuel for so long, it ended up giving me a false sense of security," she admits. "But, yes. I'll take very good care of the training room. And I'll even clean it up when I'm done!"

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Snarl glances at Spike, "Yus, me Snarl fine. Me just eating sunlight!"

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Spike nods slowly to Snarl. "OK, he's received stranger explanations than this. Still... it may be time to see if Snarl needs a tune-up.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Prowl nods at Skydive. "Yes, please." he confirms, contrary to what Silverbolt says. "Hmmm..." he ponders the idea of giving Carly access to the simulators. "I don't know, Skydive. Our simulators were designed for Cybertronian use. It may not be safe for terrans. We would need to examine the operating procedures. Though it may be possible to make slight modifications."

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">"Well, that would be entirely up to you, naturally, and if you did allow it I would take exceptional care of the room," Carly promises. "This was just a...very random, very poor outcome."

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Spike smirks confidently, "Of course you guys can - "

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Carly pinches Spike on the...leg.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Spike mysteriously shuts up.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Clasping his hands together, Skydive smiles at Prowl. "Perfect!" He looks at Silverbolt smiling, "Hey Boss, can I watch the techs alter the training room?" He asks politely, assuming this is a done deal, even though the context doesn't prove it.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Silverbolt says, "Sure. you may have to help them out too, Skydive." He then chuckles at Prowl, but still listens to Carly."

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Snarl just lounges, drawing on sunlight, tail twitching slightly

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Spike smiles at Snarl, not used to seeing Snarl so...docile.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">"OH?! I didn't even think about that Silverbolt. I'll have to catch up on the Technical Journals for the Training Room safeties." Skydive smiles, "That sounds like a lot of fun!"

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">"You've got an interesting definition of 'fun', Skydive. You're...uniquely you," Carly notes.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Spike looks over at Carly. "How much more fuel do you have left to test?"

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">"Well, we have a bunch of it, in various stages of ionization, potency, fermentation, et cetera," Carly explains to Spike. "This phase of the test just includes trying out the fuel in motor-based appliances and various simple vehicle. Then we refine it a little more from there."

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Spike looks around. "As much as I'd like to hang out, I've got a few reports I need finalized for Crosscut." He nods to everyone and gives another nod to Skydive. "Awesome catch, by the way!"

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Spike goes to California/Nevada - North America.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Spike has left.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">"Thank you!" Skydive says to Carly, before he looks at Silverbolt, "See...I am not always nose deep in a datapad."

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Carly blushes a bit. "That man. He's gonna get it later on." She shakes her head. "'Awesome catch'. Well, it...*was* a pretty awesome catch, come to think of it..."

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Looking perplexed, Skydive blinks at Carly and Spike, "It was nothing! I swear!" He looks at Silverbolt. "It wasn't awesome. Just Math...plus I saw it once in a movie, but they had the angle wrong..." He frowns, "I should write a letter to the studio..."

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">"Well, I...found it particularly awesome, because otherwise I would've had to attempt my own landing. And that wouldn't have ended as well," Carly admits.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Snarl gets up, looking at the bots here

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">"Anyhow...thanks again for the rescue, and...if you could keep a test room under consideration, it would be very much appreciated," Carly says. "In the meantime, I'm going to have a little walk, and...pick up what remains of my son's hoverboard. Ugh. I think he isn't going to be happy about this," she admits as she heads out to begin cleaning up what's left of the destroyed hoverboard.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Outtake:

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"><OOC> Carly is going to the brig, isn't she X)

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"><OOC> Skydive says, "No, no, no. Not the Brig. The Quiet Relaxing Room...."

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"><OOC> Skydive says, "Ok, it is the Brig.:)"

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"><OOC> Carly says, "How nice that sound-- WAIT A MINUTE ;)"

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"><OOC> Spike grins

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"><OOC> Prowl says, "that depends on what happened, here."

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"><OOC> Prowl says, "xD"

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"><OOC> Carly chuckles! <span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">