World o' teasers!
This is what happens when the art bug bites so hard. Lots of stuff in the works but not finished yet, oh my, my.
Teaser Numbah 1 - "I'll go ahead and descend into the planet, I'll maintain the com line open." the larger jet proceeded to enter the atmosphere of the planet.
"Careful now, Skyfire." Starscream transformed and landed in the largest moon, preparing to take some samples of the materials available in the surface to analyze properly once they were back into their laboratories in Cybertron.
"You know me, Starscream," Skyfire's response was not without a little amusement. Starscream snorted instead, addressing a half hearted 'whatever' at Skyfire -his companion could be as bad as a sparkling when something piqued his curiosity. "All right, I'm going in."
"I remember," Smokescreen dropped sit over the berth he shared with his mate. "I remember when it was just you, me and Prowl. When he was that tiny little sparkling who smiled so warmly when you tickled under his chin. I remember The first time his glitch acted up and the way he clung to me when we pulled him out of it."
"Smokescreen..." Chromia sat by her mate, taking one of his hands between her own in a comforting gesture.
"I lost sight of him. I turned my back on him so carelessly when Bluestreak was granted to us," the red and blue mech heaved a sigh, and his posture slumped visibly. "When I remembered to look back at him Prowl was no longer mine, but Ironhide's and Ratchet's."
Jazz followed the path down the hallway, turning his sensors to maximum. This section of the facilities was not in the map Smokescreen and Red Alert provided him with, and the feeling of intentionally being lead there by something or someone was nagging more and more in the back of his CPU. This mission was quickly escalating high into his list of the creepiest missions he'd ever gone through.
"An' I have less than 4 breems to get my aft outta here before 'Jack's bomb detonates. Lucky me," Jazz snorted, pulling his rifle up as he looked around, finally reaching the end of the hall, and what appeared to be the door of a concealed containment cell. It wasn't the same type of cell used in the brig --no energy bars to contain the prisoners. The material was rusting, and Jazz was certain if given enough time, the whole thing would fall apart on its own. The saboteur gave a quick glance around before he shot the door open, and stepped carefully into the cell. What he found there was completely beyond anything he could have expected. Five prisoners -or what Jazz assumed to be prisoners- were laying against the walls of the dilapidated containment cell, each one sporting varying levels of damage, some still had dried down energon stains over their battered frames. "Primus..."
Teaser Numbah 1 - "I'll go ahead and descend into the planet, I'll maintain the com line open." the larger jet proceeded to enter the atmosphere of the planet.
"Careful now, Skyfire." Starscream transformed and landed in the largest moon, preparing to take some samples of the materials available in the surface to analyze properly once they were back into their laboratories in Cybertron.
"You know me, Starscream," Skyfire's response was not without a little amusement. Starscream snorted instead, addressing a half hearted 'whatever' at Skyfire -his companion could be as bad as a sparkling when something piqued his curiosity. "All right, I'm going in."
"I remember," Smokescreen dropped sit over the berth he shared with his mate. "I remember when it was just you, me and Prowl. When he was that tiny little sparkling who smiled so warmly when you tickled under his chin. I remember The first time his glitch acted up and the way he clung to me when we pulled him out of it."
"Smokescreen..." Chromia sat by her mate, taking one of his hands between her own in a comforting gesture.
"I lost sight of him. I turned my back on him so carelessly when Bluestreak was granted to us," the red and blue mech heaved a sigh, and his posture slumped visibly. "When I remembered to look back at him Prowl was no longer mine, but Ironhide's and Ratchet's."
Jazz followed the path down the hallway, turning his sensors to maximum. This section of the facilities was not in the map Smokescreen and Red Alert provided him with, and the feeling of intentionally being lead there by something or someone was nagging more and more in the back of his CPU. This mission was quickly escalating high into his list of the creepiest missions he'd ever gone through.
"An' I have less than 4 breems to get my aft outta here before 'Jack's bomb detonates. Lucky me," Jazz snorted, pulling his rifle up as he looked around, finally reaching the end of the hall, and what appeared to be the door of a concealed containment cell. It wasn't the same type of cell used in the brig --no energy bars to contain the prisoners. The material was rusting, and Jazz was certain if given enough time, the whole thing would fall apart on its own. The saboteur gave a quick glance around before he shot the door open, and stepped carefully into the cell. What he found there was completely beyond anything he could have expected. Five prisoners -or what Jazz assumed to be prisoners- were laying against the walls of the dilapidated containment cell, each one sporting varying levels of damage, some still had dried down energon stains over their battered frames. "Primus..."