The coming of trouble.
((Continued from Here.))All is quiet aboard the Decepticon undersea base known as Terradessa-1. Not an awful lot tended to happen here very often, so this is a pretty normal situation. Empty corridors and silent rooms stretch out as far as the optic can see in all directions
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Finally, Starscream came to what looked like the end of a blind alley in a wall of ancient, soot-stained, crumbling brick.
"I know it doesn't look like much, but this the way back to Terradessa-1. Pay attention, Drag Strip, and follow, because I'm not coming back for you if you dawdle and miss the portal," the Air Commander said in that harsh voice of his.
Drag Strip scowled; he did not need Screamer's condescension on top of everything else. What was he, a complete newb to get lost in a one-way alley?
"Yeah, so where's this port--"
Starscream stepped through the wall and vanished. Drag Strip distinctly saw one wing projecting out of the wall for a split-second, and then it was gone, too ( ... )
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"Took you long enough, Drag Strip. You're on H-deck." A quick gesture, pointing to the right. "The repair bay is that way, in case you've forgotten. Take Motormaster and see to repairs. I have to report this mess."
Starscream turned gracefully on one boot-thruster and strode off in the opposite direction, toward the elevator to the Command Center.
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After finally lugging Motormaster to the Constructicon's repair bay, the first thing that struck Drag Strip when he opened the door was the notable lack of Constructicons. After Wildrider, Breakdown and Dead End wrestled their much larger brother onto a repair table, they, too looked around.
The second thing that Drag Strip noticed was that it was much too neat. Oh, sure, Hook's area always looked like that, but since when was Scavenger's cubby so tidy and empty? And it was quiet. Even when the 'Structies were out on business, it was never this quiet. At the very least, one of Mixmaster's stills should be perking away...
It was like the base was deserted. "Guys, did you notice anyone on our way down here?"
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"Moto's processors should reboot on their own, but it looks like his controls are fried from the middle down," Drag Strip said at a cursory glance.
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"DRAG STRIP! Get your hands out of my processors, and get someone who knows what they are doing!" Motormaster snarled. He managed to raise himself on one elbow--his arms still worked. "Where's my sword and my rifle?"
Breakdown timidly offered up the huge gray blade. "Right here?"
Motormaster snatched out of Breakdown's grasp and laid it by his side. "Last I saw my rifle, it was flying past that bartender's face. Where is it?"
"I got it, Big M!" Wildrider skated up--
Motormaster snatched it, too. "You look like a geek, Wildrider. Knock off the stupid skating!"
He glared at his weapon as if it personally offended him. "Damn thing is still broke! Okay, which one of you idiots is going to tell me what I'm doing in the repair bay at the Base, and where the slag are the Constructicons?"
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He shrugs. "I haven't seen the 'Structies, boss. Doesn't look right, like they all packed up and left or something."
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He turned his head to look at the other Stunticons. "Dead End, you are NOT sneaking off! You know actually know the working end of a tool from its handle, you stay here and get my legs back online!"
"The rest of you, find the Constructicons or Starscream or MEGATRON! Don't forget people have radios, either," Motormaster snarled in harsh contempt. He glared ferociously at the other three until they scurried out of his sight.
"Get to work, Dead End."
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"Wildrider, you and Breakdown go see if you can find someone else that knows what's going on, and maybe the Boss, got it?"
The other two Stunticons nodded, and then they split up, Drag Strip to the back rooms and storerooms of the repair level, and Breakdown and Wildrider to the upper levels....
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