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Let the Lightning Strike - Wind Turbine Project 
15th-Jul-2010 09:40 pm
trix 3/4
TFA Slipstream

Slipstream crouches on the domed gray roof of the WTP R&D Facility, near the slowly churning patina-red turbine. She touches a claw-tip to her temple to give weight to the virtual commands of her processor, and switches her optics to telescopic viewing. She looks south, toward the Community Turbine Farm. There, now, approximately a third of the planned turbines have been erected, and of those about half are spinning and producing energy. They still have a lot of work to do in getting those erected functional, and even in erecting the other two-thirds of their planned number.

Looking aside, Slipstream sees the massing storm front: black clouds, shot with silver, in the leaden sky. The Project has been plagued with weather-related delays, since moving into its installation phase. If she - or any of the team - had known what to expect, they might have planned around the seasonal storms, but none of them has been here longer than five lunar cycles. They do not even, specifically, know how long a year is, here; or whether the storms are truly seasonal, or a constant in the Nexus. They are simply lacking data.

Impotent to act, in the absence of knowledge, Slipstream and the Team are as powerless as they had been, without adequate electrical power, in the Facility. And is that irony? The Project, devoted to generating energy, powerless to run devices, due to failure of transformers and tripped phases, and as powerless to progress with construction due to electrical storms? She had never quite gotten the hang of irony, or telling it from what was merely sarcastic or coincidentally unfortunate.

The dark, steel-gray clouds look closer than they were just a klik before. If she concentrates, Slipstream can calculate the speed at which the storm moves, in relation to the land. It is not without reason Seekers names invoke such terms as star, sky, thunder and storm; persistence of their kind, among Cybertronians, and even in multiple universes, depends on ability to survive the varied phenomena of space and atmosphere, and even to use them to their advantage. If they could harness the power of the storms, not only the wind, but the power of the lightening strikes, the apparent obstacle would itself contribute toward the solution.

But are they powerless, again, to act? She judges it less than a megacycle before the storm front reaches the Community Turbine Farm, and not more than two before the full wrath of the storm is upon them. Her general research, in founding the WTP, suggests that many peoples consider channeling lightning impractical, because a large number of towers would be required to effectively assure strikes, and that most areas lacked sufficient frequency of lightning storms. But, they already have tall towers erected for the turbines. Is the hope of rigging enough antennae, conductive cable, and appropriate capacitors, in hopes of taming the storm, well...like trapping lightning in a bottle?

Already the settlement is under an overcast sky, and as she looks, Slipstream sees the glow of street light and back-lit windows suddenly go dark. The power sources for the settlement's electrical grid are yet little understood. If the lightning storm should strike and damage an outlying generator station or power plant, they may suffer further outages, or a blackout.

Slipstream sends out an open comm to the Nexusville community:

//This is Slipstream, representing the Community's Wind Turbine Project. There is an electrical storm moving in toward the settlement. In interest of generating even more energy, I invite interested parties to report - at their own risk - to the Community Turbine Farm south of the settlement, for rapid development and installation of lightning-attracting and channeling equipment. I suggest all others take shelter.//

She goes into the Facility, to gather supplies, before heading to the Farm.

[ooc: Open post. Feel free to bring your character's hard, soft or just-wrong science to debunk or enable the lightning channeling. All kites, keys, jars, rods, bottles, cubes, antennae, jumper cables, flux capacitors, electrostators, etcetera welcome. Feel free to designate character's location as either at the Facility or the Farm; action can move between them.]
16th-Jul-2010 04:11 am (UTC)
TFA Lockdown

As the seeker's transmission comes through, Lockdown happily diverts his attention from video after video of seemingly pointless critter behavior. He's not cut out for figuring this slag out but it's too soon after the trip of disasters to call in his partner's help.

//I gotta rod. You interested? // His smirk is blatantly obvious in his voice. But he seriously does have a lightning rod.
16th-Jul-2010 05:02 am (UTC)
TFA Slipstream

*Oh, for Spark's sake!*

//You know I'm interested. Bring it on over; we all know I'm a sucker for science.//
17th-Jul-2010 12:36 am (UTC)
Pleased to take a break from his fruitless labor, the hunter straps the lightning rod to his hood--after several awkward and expletive-serenaded attempts at doing so half-transformed--and heads out to the turbine farm.

//Will do, doll. See ya in a few.\\

He hasn't participated in a community project before and wouldn't be as inclined to do so if wasn't initiated by his bird...that is, his seeker, femme, 'con bird, not the actual bird perched happily on his dashboard, gazing with anticipation out the window.

Annie...rasps the hunter's voice from a red light on the console. What have I fraggin' told about wearin' yer seatbeat!? If for some reason I gotta slam my breaks on, you and my windshield will get real closely aquainted.

Oblivious to the hunter's lecture but keen to read various cues from the musclecar's interior, Annie hops into the passenger seat and allows the seatbelt to secure her in place. She can't help sulk a little though as the seat is too low for her to properly see out the window.

Don't gimme that look, it's for your own good. But if ya remind me later and I'll make ya booster seat er'somthin'.

Her head plumage rises cheerfully again at the reassuring tone in his voice that's clearly promising something she'll enjoy.

Now, tell me again what ya learned earlier. When I say Trix, you say...

{{Pretty bird...rawwk!..Pretty bird!}}

Good job, kiddo.

His glove box promptly opens up to reveal a writhing pile of earthworms, one of which was immediately sentenced to a fateful encounter with a hungry beak.

Pulling up to the farm, Lockdown rolls down a window to let Annie out before he awkwardly half-twists into robot mode, removing the rod as carefully as possible so as not to scratch his finish. Completing his transformation, rod in hand, sidekick alighting on his shoulder, he pans the area for signs of life .

//Hey gal. Where you hidin' that sassy chassis a'yours?\\

17th-Jul-2010 05:05 am (UTC)
TFA Slipstream

*Slipstream simply replies with coordinates, and then gets back to work, while she waits for Lockdown to arrive. The storm hasn't seemed to slow or change direction; she needs to hurry if this plan has even an outside chance of succeeding. She has already massed a collection of cables, wire, and scrap metal, and with the tools stored at the site for work on the turbines, Slipstream experiments with means of attaching various shaped antennae to the tops of the turbine towers.*

*When Slipstream receives the next comm, indicating Lockdown has arrived, she is close to the ground splicing a cable running from an antenna above to another running to a capacitor. She looks up, panning the area herself. She sees the bird first, and then the lanky grounder, appearing from behind one of the towers.*

//Three o'clock...or 45 degrees on the horizontal plane...or to your right.//

*She stands; pliers in hand.*

So, Where's this attractive hardware you supposedly have for me?
17th-Jul-2010 05:54 pm (UTC)
At her request, he promptly drops the lightning rod on the ground, the action creating a loud metal clattering, then shifts his hand and focus to his interface panel. He halts his actions in feigned surprise then peers up at her innocently.

Hang on a'klik. What are ya plannin' on doin' with those pliers, and should we really do this...

He tilts his head slightly toward Annie who blinks back at him in confusion.

...in front the little one here?

At this point he can no longer contain his teasing smirk, so he follows it up with his classic wink.
17th-Jul-2010 06:13 pm (UTC) - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lightning_rod
*She trills loud, amused laughter. Today, she likes his sense of humor.*

Pliers generally help when working with a lot of cable.

*Slipstream walks, even sashays, toward Lockdown. She stands before him, smirking.*

You think a pointed tip or a rounded end makes for a more attractive rod?

*She bends her knees and lowers herself to a crouch and lifts the metal component of a lightning protection system from the ground. She moves her sharp digits over a rounded finial.*

Ah, rounded in the tradition of Tesla. Nice.

*Slipstream stands, taking the rod, and moves toward the nearest tower. She turns her head over her shoulder to speak again.*

Not that I don't find spiky things attractive, myself.

Edited at 2010-07-17 06:14 pm (UTC)
17th-Jul-2010 06:43 pm (UTC)
How could a mech like him NOT flush in the faceplates when a femme talks to him like that? Fraggin' tease this seeker is.

Keep talkin' like that and we won't get anythin' done.

He follows her to the tower, optics meeting her sassy gaze before she looks ahead again. He closes the distance between them the backs of his fingers brushing over the small of her back. He can't resist touching those inviting curves, especially when she goes out of her way to swing them about suggestively.


He rumbles softly into her audio, standing directly behind her.

How 'bout you gimme a task here 'fore I take it upon myself to do the grounding work.

With a roll of her avian optics, Annie quickly bores of her mech's behavior and flits off to explore the various towers and buildings.

Dismissive of his bird, he continues his game, his hand wrapping around to the front of the jet's waist, his voice dropping to a sly whisper.

Would hate to see those pretty wings get all dirty again.
17th-Jul-2010 07:09 pm (UTC) - http://www.melville.org/lrman.htm
*For a short while, Slipstream allows her self to forget her task and enjoy Lockdown's proximity and touch. She stands, hands before her grasping the long, flexible rod, with Lockdown at her back. Reflexively her energy field flares out toward him, until she attempts conscious override of her emotional subroutines. She cycles one deep sigh, as he field contracts.*

I have no idea to what you are referring. I was merely speaking to the task.

*She smirks to herself. Annie's flitting about seems a good sign. Surely the bird would take some cover, if the storm were upon them.*

The storm will not wait.

*She can. She fires thrusters and rises. She touches the base of the rod to the top of the tower to judge fit, then descends again, alighting at Lockdown's side.*

There are capacitors already on site. I've been making connections as I go. Haven't been here much longer than you. There are tools, and ladders, to reach the tops of the towers; I was using one myself. A rod or similar lightning-attractor is fixed to the tower with some insulation between; conductive cable is connected to the rod, and the opposite end of that cable is connected to a capacitor.

I think it will be most efficient if we work together, on one tower at a time.
17th-Jul-2010 07:39 pm (UTC) - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JN5WlQ4jJcM
The brief moment where their energy fields mix and mingle instantly puts him back to the other morning when he awoke to her warmth splayed across his frame. Unfortunately, she had to leave early that morning to attend to business but he had made certain she didn't depart before receiving a reviving cup of enertea and a few clumsy endearments from him.

As she crouches down to tend to the cabling again, he looks up at the distant but encroaching clouds then darts his glance around in search of Annie. He's relieved to see her scratching around on the ground, away from anything metal (besides her her hybrid chassis).

Don't wander far, you! He calls out to his pet then turns back to busy-bodied femme, crouching down to give her a hand.

How long you reckon 'fore the storm hits? Couple mega-cycles maybe?
17th-Jul-2010 08:37 pm (UTC) - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gma5IUNMTn0
*Slipstream looks once more at the ominous storm front, zooming the internal lenses of her optics in and out of telescopic mode.*

A couple mega-cycles at best. We will likely have rain on us before that.

*She leaves momentarily to move the ladder to the tower on which they are working.*

I'll take top, this time.

*Slipstream climbs the ladder to mount the rod to the tower.*

If things get bad...transform. Pretty sure we wold both have better lightning protection in alt-mode.

*A lightning strike would be conducted through her armor and exit at some point, without touching her internal circuitry.*
17th-Jul-2010 08:54 pm (UTC) - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Bq9uYYBgZs
My tires'll keep me grounded, but I worry 'bout you darlin'.

He double checks the cable's splice with a couple tugs then stands up to steady the ladder...not that an agile flier is in danger of falling but better safe than sorry.

I'm gonna head out tonight into the wilds, be gone overnight. Can I trust you won't get yourself zapped to scrap while I'm away?
17th-Jul-2010 09:09 pm (UTC) - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DFRnFgRcnIA
*Slipstream finishes attaching the rod to the tower. She looks to the storm again, and then down along her own frame. It's sweet of him to worry, really. Unnecessary, but sweet.*

I'll get a nice little tingle, if I'm hit, but it won't do any internal damage.

*She hops down from the ladder, descent slowed by a brief ignition of thrusters. She hadn't expected Lockdown to wander off again, so soon, but, maybe she should have.*

You can trust me to stay out of trouble about as much as I can trust you to do the same.

*She gives Lockdown a rather smirky smile.*

You gonna tell anyone where you are going, this time?
17th-Jul-2010 09:35 pm (UTC) - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6M33MQYj1RA
He chuckles at her comment on trusting and trouble then, the moment she touches down next to him, tugs her close, his hook trapping the small waist. He captures her chin between his thumb and finger, returning her smirk with his own painted one which keeps inching closer to her inviting lips.

Guess yer slagged when it comes to steerin' clear a'trouble then.

And I don't know where I'm goin' but I promise I won't be outta trackin' or comm range this time. Just goin' out for a little solo hunt...got an'itch that needs scratchin'.

Lips now brushing over hers as he speaks, he steals a quick kiss.

Diff'rnt kinda itch than the one you scratch for me.

He grabs another kiss, holding this one a little longer.

Suppose we should get to the next tower. He's making no effort to do so. Think I just felt a rain drop and we both know the effects water has on the two of us.
17th-Jul-2010 10:00 pm (UTC) - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UMlOoEl8TZ0
*Getting struck by lightning isn't the only way to feel a nice little tingle. The kisses do the same for her.*

Oh, I'll scratch your itch.

*Her talons slide along his right arm as they kiss. They really should get back to work.*

Yeah, water...gets us wet.

*Slipstream tilts her head back to look to the sky. She is beginning to feel some raindrops as well. She wants to get back to work, at least part of her does - but Lockdown pointing out that water would seem to affect them only forces recall from memory of all their shared experiences with rain, and rivers, and baths, and boiling.*

We should work a little longer? But, we really need to get back to this...sometime.
18th-Jul-2010 04:50 am (UTC) - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D6og3t52364
As she tilts her head back, he takes the opportunity to tease her neck, his grinning maw nipping at a specifically delicious cable.

I'll work somethin' alright.

When she meets his gaze again, her face is speckled with rain drops and it takes all his will to resist lapping each one up and proceed to lap each one that dare touch the body in his hold. This seeker may be susceptible to the elements' seduction when he's gone but right now, she belongs to him.

And right now, they have more work to do before he can claim what's his.

Right, next tower then.

He reluctantly backs off from their intimate stance to allow her to guide him to the next tower. He knows this project is important and truly doesn't want to hinder her plans. He would, however, like to reward her for her brilliant efforts once the work it done.

Sooner we complete this, the sooner we can find some cozy little corner that'll protect us from the storm.
18th-Jul-2010 05:30 am (UTC) - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K0adFYuNuns
*Slipstream isn't sure which is more of a thrill: the bite at her neck, or the fact that Lockdown will pretty consistently suffer through all manner of waiting, chores, and tasks to be with her. The one is physical, and the other....well, doesn't hurt her ego either way.*


*She smiles, optics dimming in a soft gaze, as Lockdown steps back. It is not really only the elements that have the power to affect her. She turns then and goes to the next tower. The lightning attractor she's left here is a piece of salvaged metal with multiple tines on one end.*

Not at all opposed to the cozy corner...it's not like exposure to the elements is a fetish. You know?

*Thunder booms, still somewhat distant. She tips her head toward the tower.*

You want top this time?
18th-Jul-2010 06:08 am (UTC) - LoL Stan Bush http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OV0Z1U6SOw8
He follows closely as they make their way to the next tower, his hook clinging to her waist as if it were magnetized. Bending down to retrieve the rod, he moves away from her keeps her gaze with a sly smile.

You know I like top.

Climbing a ladder with only one hand AND holding a lightning rod is somewhat of a challenge, but the resourceful hunter manages, reaching the top and securing the rod in place.

The thunder roars again, louder this time and close enough to rumble his chassis--a vibration that's not helping stifle his libido. He slides down the ladder with undeniable (from his POV) smoothness, planting down next to her then giving her the elevator eye. He can't seem to get that cozy corner out of his processor now.

Not at all opposed to fetishes that involve exposure. You know?

With a graceful pivot, he turns to walk backward toward the next tower, tugging her along by the waist and wondering if the corner they choose will allow room enough for dancing.
18th-Jul-2010 06:33 am (UTC) - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NMph943tsw
*Slipstream doesn't mind taking the low road, as it were. She splices the lines together, while Lockdown climbs the ladder to mount the rod.*

*The storm is definitely getting closer. The black clouds are closing on them. The flashes of lightning seem intense for their proximity, the thunder following just seconds behind. The air itself is already charged. They will have to take shelter soon, she thinks; not out of fear of the storm, but for lack of illumination.*

*Slipstream stands, just as Lockdown slides down the ladder. She heats at the mention of fetishes and exposure, recalling how she had allowed Lockdown to see her with armor removed. And, she'd seen so much of his parts and circuitry.*

A different kind of flashing and light during a storm.

*She goes with Lockdown to the next tower.*

Last one, I think, or it will be so dark we'll be feeling our way.

*Slipstream picks up the nearby rod and rises on her thrusters.*
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