Tailwind had felt something fly over him, and risked a glance- an eagle? Lighthammer identified who it was, and Tailwind would have expressed his gratefulness for his savior if all systems weren't completely focused on lifting something that was far, far heavier than he was.
They rose insanely slowly, and Tailwind could feel his internal temperatures rising even though he was already panting like a dog. It was so close...
There.
Seeker and Mercenary shot forward. Tailwind had hooked onto a heavy updraft of wind he had previously determined on their scouting trip, one that lead back towards the Explorer Delta. The closest point to the ship was, however, still far off- but the updraft would lead them high enough that they'd be able to glide over without too much trouble.
The only problem now was holding onto the heavy cargo and getting off at the right stop.
The ground was a blur beneath them as they sped across the ground they'd covered. It was nearly impossible to see anything at the speed they were traveling, and the fading light wasn't helping much. Tailwind felt his insides clench uncomfortably in fear, but he bit it down with the sense of duty.
And a white fleck whizzed by underneath them. (assuming the Explorer Delta is white... "D)
Now Tailwind was panicking. He'd become distracted, and had missed the Explorer Delta. He broke out of the updraft, only to have a red message appear on his visor screen.
'Overheat'
He was on top of a thermal.
The Explorer Delta was still in sight, and would have only been a ten second flight for Tailwind alone at full speed. But he was now twice as heavy with the bot in tow, and could not fly at top speed now that his dynametal fibers were frying. They were only (insert appropriate distance here) form the ground. It would be a close call, but makeable.
Tailwind dove.
For the second time in one orn, he was ripping through the air powered only by gravity. He unfolded the tip of his left wing, angling slowly towards the ship. It felt like his wings were going to tear off. They had eight more seconds.
His visor was locked on heat-sensing mode, and everything was scorching white. Five more seconds.
Nothing was visible on his visor anymore. He'd have to trust his memory. In three, two, one-
Pop~!
Tailwind's wings dislocated. He'd managed to flare them and slow down their descent, but the pressure proved too much for his roughly-used appendages, and had sent them cartwheeling. He couldn't see where the ground was. Tailwind protectively held the bot that he was to bring. And just in time. The flier cried out as his backstruts slammed into the ground, forcefully causing his wings to re-locate themselves. He abruptly let go of the other bot, the only rational thought that made its way through the overload of pain was that he'd probably burn the bot if he held on for any longer. He pushed him off of himself, and then flopped his arms onto the ground, drained. The ground was invitingly cool. He tried not the think of the Tailwind-sized singe mark he'd leave on the grass.
Tailwind flipped his com onto the main channel. "Medical Attention for Idiotic Bot."
((HOMG that was long. omg. omg. idiotic bot = spin. this was too long not edited bye))
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