Mon Feb 06, 2012 4:02 am by Jaro Fett
*As they pushed their swoops silently away from the Homestead out into the open terrain, he cast a glance every few moments towards Janus, making sure his friend was not struggling too hard pushing with one good arm, but it seemed he had found a good positioning and good rhythm so was doing it quite fine. He had to admire the resilience of his friend for that, but he felt obliged to make sure the progress continued even so, not that he had any idea how they would deal with it should he struggle. Jaro certainly couldn't push two swoops, or one and a half. He sighed and carried on.
When they were far enough away, a notion confirmed by Janus as he declared it so, (Janus seemed to have the natural instinct to lead, and Jaro was easy-going enough to let him, being so used to Cassus being the same. Jaro was not so much compliant, as he was prepared to shrug things off in order for a peaceful and easy life), they each hopped onto their respective swoops. Jaro gripped the throttle tight, a sudden overwhelming fear of being thrown off, or of going so fast he couldn't see where he was going properly, or of crashing into a rock, or a tree, or Janus.... He swallowed hard, blinked likewise, and shunted the thoughts from his mind. With Janus's jibe he narrowed his eyes and poked his tongue out, reaching down into the storage compartment of his swoop bike and producing a tin of instantly recognisable note.*
This is why I have this with me! I ain't stupid you know!
*Totally missing the quip about him being a child, and needing naps, he seemed to embrace the notion, instead dismissing the jab with reference to his supplies on the bike, and the tin he had shown; a simple drink laced with sugars and caffeine, a buzz-drink, as the kids called them. Something to invigorate the mind and body. Rumour had it, they could give you wings too. But Jaro doubted the latter. All he knew was it perked him up when he felt tired, so that was good enough for him. That, and they were strangely addictive. Never mind.
Kicking his throttle into gear, the bike roared to life and he lowered the goggles over his eyes to protect himself from dust and debris and the like, before nodding to Janus to take the lead, seeing as he was the one who knew where they were headed. The bikes tore a path into the great plains, and screamed out of sight of the Homestead.*