Traction Check

Suspension locked. Ground clearance... undefined. No solid dirt below. Just air. A pulse clicked deep in the rear axle. I tested the torque. My wheels spun, thick rubber lugs biting against the warm grip holding my roof. Firm grip. Steady support. I gave another measured burst. Forward drive engaged. The friction held true against the skin of a curled finger. Solid hold. Elevation high, but stable. Engines idle now. Chassis balanced. Waiting for the drop.