Starscreams Breath of Defiance

I seized the ribbed bulb of a black rubber dust-blower, convinced its tapered nozzle was a sub-orbital propulsion thruster begging for my command. Straddling the dome, I threw back my helm and stomped downward with both pedes to harness its kinetic exhaust. Instantly, a deafening blast of compressed air roared from the tip, violently puffing against a tray of loose paper clips and sending a metallic swarm flying straight at my faceplate! 'Gah! Hold your thrust! I yield the pneumatic conduit!' I squawked, flailing backward on my heels and diving behind an iron paperweight. Tch... a crude propellant system, entirely unworthy of an aerial sovereign anyway.