Unforeseen

Chapter 6

I do not own Transformers or Iron Giant (very briefly mentioned in my OC's musing). I only own my OC's.

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Chapter 6

Saturday's meant no school. It also meant it was the perfect day to test out Little Ironhide.

I met up with Lucas at the toy shop and together we drove out to national park about two hours away. We chatted aimlessly. At first I told him why I had missed school the day before. He had laughed when he heard I hit Ron. I still felt bad about it. Then the conversation turned to more random things such as movies and tech projects.

When we finally reached our destination I reattached the cannon to Little Ironhide and Lucas put in the new battery.

"We should get at least an hour out of this thing," he put the mini truck on the ground. We had been looking to get a better battery for it, but if it was not a size issue it was a charge capacity problem. The long and the short of it was, we did not know of another battery that was in our price range.

I pulled out a firework from Lucas's old Honda. If we were going to test the cannon we might as well do it with style. It was one of my favorite kinds, the ones that gave a massive bang, but little spark.

Lucas fired up the controls as I loaded the firework. "Here," he handed the controller over when I stood. "You steer better than I do," I couldn't argue with that. He more often sent Little Ironhide into a wall than down the path last time we had tested its steering.

There was a black and white monitor about three inches square in the middle of the controller. We had built it ourselves for navigational purposes. It would show us exactly where the truck was through a small camera strapped to the cannon. Theoretically Little Ironhide could go a few miles from us. We had been tinkering around with walkie-talkies and hoped the same basic concept had been integrated into the toy truck. Only time would tell.

"I hope that camera doesn't melt when the rocket fires."

"Ditto," Lucas responded. "I don't want to buy another one."

"Alright, Little Ironhide. Show us your stuff," I pushed the left most lever forward with my slung hand and the little truck went barreling towards the trees. The small steering wheel on the right of the controller let me navigate him.

I plopped down on the hood of the old car, Lucas next to me with pad and paper in hand.

So far the little guy was doing pretty well. He was handling smoothly and did not seem to have much trouble on the rough terrain of the forest.

I felt a twinge of pride.

Time ticked by and we decided it was time to bring our little adventure back. It would be a royal pain if the battery died on us in the forest. "That was really pretty cool," Lucas jotted down some more notes. "It's out at least a mile, what do you think?"

"More or less." The little guy could book it, but we were afraid to go too far in case of any unforeseen issues. A distance test could wait for another day. "Where do you think we – What the hell!"

"What?" Lucas looked over my shoulder. There was something rather massive on the screen, probably a good ten yards from the truck itself. It looked like-

"A robot?" we echoed each other.

"No, it can't be." I steered the truck under a fallen tree, afraid of what might happen if it was spotted.

Though the camera was slightly marred by fallen brush, I could still make out the giant things form. It had distinct parts, interconnecting with one another to form the body and in the sunlight it had an unmistakable metallic sheen. It definitely was not a statue either because, as I watched it, the thing was looking around and shifting its weight from hip to hip. So it had to be a robot of some sort.