Go, Go Trons
By the time Machina finally stopped next to an oak tree the size of a small building, Tom was desperate to throw up.
After all the dodging and weaving through the maze of trees in the forest, his insides felt as if someone had shaken them like a maraca. When Feng pulled to a stop and lowered the Hoverbike to the mossy floor, Tom jumped off and ran over to a clump of bushes, where he spewed out every last morsel remaining in his stomach.
Max made a wise crack, but by the looks of his green face, he didn't feel much better. Hana and Feng seemed fine—as did Machina—and Tom wondered if it was because they'd been driving.
Machina tapped the home screen on her wrist, and the computerized voice came in again.
[Lightweight deactivated]
But this time, nobody seemed to notice it that much. After that, Machina removed her backpack and started pulling out all kinds of stuff.
A tarp, some blankets, a little stove, packets of food.