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This story is a G1 version of my SOTM story with themes from it as well.
"Gestalte bond"
"Speaking"
'Thought'
3.
"So you're Drag Strip's teammate?" Rad questioned looking up at the gray colored robot.
"Yeah, I'm Wildrider. You must be the squishy that's coming with us." The gray robot said.
Rad felt his eye twitch. "Listen up. If we're gonna be going on this quest together, then lets get one thing straight; my name is Rad White, not 'Squishy,' or 'Fleshy or fleshling,' but Rad. And I would appreciate it if you called me by my name and I will extend to you the same courtesy."
"Fine, we'll call you by your strangely Cybertronian sounding name." Drag Strip snapped. "Now what the slag was the first location?"
"Hmm. The closest clue was that the desert dweller was in the desert, and the only desert for miles is the Nevada desert."
"That'd be useful if we knew what we were looking for or how to find it." Drag Strip said.
"We'll figure it out on the way. As for how to find it; leave that to me." Rad answered them.
"Road trip!" Wildridre exclaimed enthusiastically before transforming and opening the door to the passenger side. "Hop in, squish-er, Rad. I'm sure Dragster doesn't want you to mess up his interior."
"Damn straight." Drag Strip nodded before transforming as well.
Rad smirked as he got into the passenger seat and closed the door. "He doesn't need to worry about his interior so much as his exterior. Things tend to get messy on quests."
"Speaking of messy, does anyone die on these things?" Wildrider asked.
"Yup." Rad said idly looking out at the forest scenery they were passing through. "In the old days, lots of people tended to die. Be it accidental, from bad luck, or from their own hubris."
"What's that?" Wildrider asked. "Sounds bad."
"It is." Rad replied. "It means extreme haughtiness or arrogance. To think you can do something better than anyone else. It also means you to be a touch out of reality, what with overestimating your own capabilities."
"You just described Drag Strip to a T." Wildrider said sounding oddly serious.
"That's not true." Rad shook his head. "Our meeting with Lady Eucleia could've gone alot differently. He could've demanded she give him glory, and refused to do the tasks. Or he could've accepted the tasks and turned down the offer of help even though he has no in-depth knowledge of any of the clues she gave us."
"What is the desert thing we're looking for?" Wildrider asked.
"Lady Eucleia said to bring her the skin of the double-ended desert dweller, and really, there's only one thing I can think of that fits that description." Rad said still staring out at the forest. He let out an incredulous noise when he saw that the road was blocked off. "Oh, come on!"
"Like that's gonna stop us!" Drag Strip declared.
"No look, there's another road." Rad pointed out to the dirt road leading off into the forest.
"That will take longer though to get to the desert." Wildrider whined.
"No." Rad shook his head. "All roads will eventually lead us to the desert. And mercifully, Lady Eucleia didn't give us a specific time to ge the items for her."
"Fine, we'll take the other road." Drag Strip said and turned onto the dirt road.
If any of them had bothered to read the words on the sign, it would have read: Closed for construction, 1986.