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[Scorponok walks slowly down the street, just staring at the ground. This place sucked aft. There was no one he knew, knew of, or was willing to know! Organics crowded everywhere, and there was no chance of him meeting anyone not organic, as they didn’t exist here.
To make things better yet, he seemed to have missed some of his kind by less than a deca-cycle.
Scorponok kicks at a rock then misses. Huffing out a vent of warm air, he glances up at a nearby shop. For a nano-klik, he freezes, staring at the window. //MEGATRON!// He screeches over his commnet, but there is no response, just the empty ring of a dislocated transmitter.
He had thought- but that was- He looks down at himself, already bringing up his claws to scrape at his chest, but there was nothing there.
Nothing was missing. Nothing was rusted. And there wasn’t a gaping hole exposing where his spark should have been, but wasn’t.
Shuddering, he backs away from the window, still eying it, and takes the watch from where it had been wrapped around the third joint on his tail, muttering to himself lowly]
I just have to get my processor back in gear.
[Still slightly shaken, his voice wavering, he transmits a short audio post out on the open network]
Has anyone been seeing anything strange?
[He then changes it to be locked to that one organic, the annoying one. Cannon, or something.]
Say I believe you. What kind of things did you say those kidnappers do to us?
To make things better yet, he seemed to have missed some of his kind by less than a deca-cycle.
Scorponok kicks at a rock then misses. Huffing out a vent of warm air, he glances up at a nearby shop. For a nano-klik, he freezes, staring at the window. //MEGATRON!// He screeches over his commnet, but there is no response, just the empty ring of a dislocated transmitter.
He had thought- but that was- He looks down at himself, already bringing up his claws to scrape at his chest, but there was nothing there.
Nothing was missing. Nothing was rusted. And there wasn’t a gaping hole exposing where his spark should have been, but wasn’t.
Shuddering, he backs away from the window, still eying it, and takes the watch from where it had been wrapped around the third joint on his tail, muttering to himself lowly]
I just have to get my processor back in gear.
[Still slightly shaken, his voice wavering, he transmits a short audio post out on the open network]
Has anyone been seeing anything strange?
[He then changes it to be locked to that one organic, the annoying one. Cannon, or something.]
Say I believe you. What kind of things did you say those kidnappers do to us?