((Hope nobody minds stray Predacons...))
A small, nondescript, and unpowered door in a corner of an alleyway somewhere was pushed open by a clawed hand. Terrorsaur shifted the weight of the box of salvaged scrap metal he was carrying before he stepped through the doorway... and promptly collided with a support beam he didn't expect to be there.
He dropped the box with a startled squawk, the falling metal adding to the noise as it crashed to the ground.
Terrorsaur looked around. "This isn't part of the cave... Where in the pit am I?" As the details of his surroundings started to sink in, the Predacon began to fidget uneasily.
"Oh, slag..."
He dropped the box with a startled squawk, the falling metal adding to the noise as it crashed to the ground.
Terrorsaur looked around. "This isn't part of the cave... Where in the pit am I?" As the details of his surroundings started to sink in, the Predacon began to fidget uneasily.
"Oh, slag..."