THEIR WHAT! chpt 3
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Groon = 1 hour
Nanoklik = one second
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Waking up in the enemy base was never a good thing, especially when you’re separated from the closest thing you’ve ever had to a family. Swindle couldn’t agree more though the Combaticons had been split into groups leaving Swindle with Onslaught while the others were locked up somewhere else in the Autobot base.
Onslaught just lay there unconscious as Swindle leaned against him thinking over what had happened during the battle. That strange feeling that had gone through their sparks when they combined had never happened before and he had never heard of it happening to other gestalts. But what did it mean…
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“Hey Doc-bot watcha doing”
“Just taking a quick examination of the Combaticons Jazz”
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Blast Off watched as Vortex continually worked on opening the door to their cell so that they could escape. They had been awake for a groon now and they spent it with Vortex trying to break them out and Blast Off sitting in the corner of their cell feeling the emotions of the other Combaticons through their gestalt bond.
He felt the annoyance in Vortex, the rage in Brawl, and the unmistakable fear in Swindle. With Onslaught there was just emptiness signifying he had not awakened yet. But that was no surprise what with him being the main component in Bruticus and as a result the one who got the most damage in battles.
“Hey Blast Off mind helping out a nanoklik, I think I managed to get a hole in the door.”
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“Huh that’s odd.”
“What’s odd?”
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Smash!
Brawl punched the wall again.
Smash!
He had been locked up to long, and with no company to boot. That was to cruel. Without social contact he was bound to become insane.
Boom!
Sure he knew the other Combaticons were around through their gestalt bond, but there was a difference between knowing and hearing. They could only feel each other’s feelings through the gestalt bond, but they could not communicate with each other through it unless they were combined as Bruticus.
Crack!
Brawl looked in from of him to where the sound came from and smiled.
He had made a crack in the wall.
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“Take a look here on the screen and tell me what you see.”
“So it’s a spark.”
“No look closer.”
“Wait, is that what I think it is?”
“I’m afraid so.”
“Well then what are we waiting for!? Let’s go tell the big guy!”
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Onslaught woke up to a bad pain in his back, chest, and processor and an odd weight on his shoulder. He turned his head and was met with Swindle leaning against him and staring at the door to their cell.
Afraid, never a good thing. If Swindle was afraid then he wouldn’t be able to do his job let alone defend himself.
Carefully Onslaught reached to Swindle with the arm not being leant on. The moment he touched Swindle’s shoulder the arms dealer jumped away before noticing him and calming down.
Good he was more reasonable when calm.
Before he could say anything the door to their cell was pulled open to reveal Blast Off and Vortex.
“Well what are you two waiting for? Brawl’s already outside, Let’s ditch this joint!”
(<>)
“So what you’re saying is that the Combaticons are now expecting?”
“I’m afraid so sir.”
“Then we’ll have to make sure the Decepticons don’t get a hold of those-“
“Sir the Combaticons have escaped!”
“Then it looks like we have to hunt them down. Autobots Transform and Roll Out!”
Groon = 1 hour
Nanoklik = one second
(<>)
Waking up in the enemy base was never a good thing, especially when you’re separated from the closest thing you’ve ever had to a family. Swindle couldn’t agree more though the Combaticons had been split into groups leaving Swindle with Onslaught while the others were locked up somewhere else in the Autobot base.
Onslaught just lay there unconscious as Swindle leaned against him thinking over what had happened during the battle. That strange feeling that had gone through their sparks when they combined had never happened before and he had never heard of it happening to other gestalts. But what did it mean…
(<>)
“Hey Doc-bot watcha doing”
“Just taking a quick examination of the Combaticons Jazz”
(<>)
Blast Off watched as Vortex continually worked on opening the door to their cell so that they could escape. They had been awake for a groon now and they spent it with Vortex trying to break them out and Blast Off sitting in the corner of their cell feeling the emotions of the other Combaticons through their gestalt bond.
He felt the annoyance in Vortex, the rage in Brawl, and the unmistakable fear in Swindle. With Onslaught there was just emptiness signifying he had not awakened yet. But that was no surprise what with him being the main component in Bruticus and as a result the one who got the most damage in battles.
“Hey Blast Off mind helping out a nanoklik, I think I managed to get a hole in the door.”
(<>)
“Huh that’s odd.”
“What’s odd?”
(<>)
Smash!
Brawl punched the wall again.
Smash!
He had been locked up to long, and with no company to boot. That was to cruel. Without social contact he was bound to become insane.
Boom!
Sure he knew the other Combaticons were around through their gestalt bond, but there was a difference between knowing and hearing. They could only feel each other’s feelings through the gestalt bond, but they could not communicate with each other through it unless they were combined as Bruticus.
Crack!
Brawl looked in from of him to where the sound came from and smiled.
He had made a crack in the wall.
(<>)
“Take a look here on the screen and tell me what you see.”
“So it’s a spark.”
“No look closer.”
“Wait, is that what I think it is?”
“I’m afraid so.”
“Well then what are we waiting for!? Let’s go tell the big guy!”
(<>)
Onslaught woke up to a bad pain in his back, chest, and processor and an odd weight on his shoulder. He turned his head and was met with Swindle leaning against him and staring at the door to their cell.
Afraid, never a good thing. If Swindle was afraid then he wouldn’t be able to do his job let alone defend himself.
Carefully Onslaught reached to Swindle with the arm not being leant on. The moment he touched Swindle’s shoulder the arms dealer jumped away before noticing him and calming down.
Good he was more reasonable when calm.
Before he could say anything the door to their cell was pulled open to reveal Blast Off and Vortex.
“Well what are you two waiting for? Brawl’s already outside, Let’s ditch this joint!”
(<>)
“So what you’re saying is that the Combaticons are now expecting?”
“I’m afraid so sir.”
“Then we’ll have to make sure the Decepticons don’t get a hold of those-“
“Sir the Combaticons have escaped!”
“Then it looks like we have to hunt them down. Autobots Transform and Roll Out!”