New fic! Phenomenon! teaser :D
Muhaha I"m evil. Not. This is just a small part of the chapter I'm writing. I'll post it this night or tomorrow depending when my beta is done with it. This stupid bunnie has been bothering me for some time now and I think the poor thing suffered a lot, not being written.
Note that this is slightly different PxJ. You'll see why when I post the whole thing :D
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"Sir! Distress signal coming from squads one, two and three!" Blaster who as well was plugged in the console spoke worriedly "And we've lost connection with team Ironhide! Red Alert and Inferno were forced to leave the security room. They are currently alone on the second level, near section Delta and under a lot of fire!"
Prowl inwardly cursed. He could not afford to panic now. Every one depended on him. He tracked down most of the mini-bots that were still online and ordered them to help Ironhide and the wreckers. Just when he thought they were getting things under control a loud explosion rocked the ship and half of the monitors went offline.
"Blaster!" Prowl barked.
"On it!" The Communications officer rushed to plug in more jacks, while his optics dimmed in concentration.
There was no where for them to hide. And none of them wanted to hide. Every single bot in this moment was fighting for one thing and one thing only - survival. None of them were afraid to die and Prowl bitterly mused that if some one cared to listed the gunshots, the cry's of rage and pain as well as the cynical laughter was a symphony. A symphony of death. And their footsteps where the beat of it.
Just then a lot of bangs could be herd on the door that separated the hub from the rest of the ship. This time Prowl cursed, gave some last orders on the intercom and logged out, pulling his weapon online.
"Focus on repairing the monitors Blaster" Prowl ordered while more of his weapons heated up.
The door was blasted open while at the same time the lights went out. Only the sounds of firing could be herd.
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Note that this is slightly different PxJ. You'll see why when I post the whole thing :D
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"Sir! Distress signal coming from squads one, two and three!" Blaster who as well was plugged in the console spoke worriedly "And we've lost connection with team Ironhide! Red Alert and Inferno were forced to leave the security room. They are currently alone on the second level, near section Delta and under a lot of fire!"
Prowl inwardly cursed. He could not afford to panic now. Every one depended on him. He tracked down most of the mini-bots that were still online and ordered them to help Ironhide and the wreckers. Just when he thought they were getting things under control a loud explosion rocked the ship and half of the monitors went offline.
"Blaster!" Prowl barked.
"On it!" The Communications officer rushed to plug in more jacks, while his optics dimmed in concentration.
There was no where for them to hide. And none of them wanted to hide. Every single bot in this moment was fighting for one thing and one thing only - survival. None of them were afraid to die and Prowl bitterly mused that if some one cared to listed the gunshots, the cry's of rage and pain as well as the cynical laughter was a symphony. A symphony of death. And their footsteps where the beat of it.
Just then a lot of bangs could be herd on the door that separated the hub from the rest of the ship. This time Prowl cursed, gave some last orders on the intercom and logged out, pulling his weapon online.
"Focus on repairing the monitors Blaster" Prowl ordered while more of his weapons heated up.
The door was blasted open while at the same time the lights went out. Only the sounds of firing could be herd.
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