The night hasnt been good...
*Steeljaw's body felt like it was on fire, and he knew the rust infection had started. He was a little surprised it hadn't begun sooner given the favorable conditions and environment. Sometime during the night, some of the rust must have flaked onto the exposed wiring, and it hadn't taken to long to start spreading to the rest of his internals.
He figured it was morning outside, given that the cave was less darker than it had been, and in the poor light he could make out the tell-tale brown starting to cover the edges of his plating. It stung like the Pit, and he found himself longing for a wave to hit the cage so that the water - salt though it was - could cool him down somewhat. But the waves only came at random intervals and it was just a temporary respite.
The downside to it was when the waves rocked the cage. The movement, coupled with the pain of both his injuries and now the rust infection made him feel sicker. At one point before dawn, he had thrown out what little energon had been left in his storage banks.
Oh, but all that was nothing compared to the trauma going on in his thoughts. His head swam as Vortex's words waged war with what Jazz had told him, and as much as he hated to admit it, Vortex had only voiced some of the doubts that had been in his mind all along.*
It has been a whole day, and there's been... nothing from the Autobots. I want to believe that they're out looking for me, but... would they even know I'm gone? Does anyone even care that I'm missing? I dont want to think like this, they're my friends - or at least I'd like to think they are - and I want to trust that they'll come for me... but it's been a whole day now... Where are they?
I dont think I can last another night like this... I think I'm starting to go crazy in here...
He figured it was morning outside, given that the cave was less darker than it had been, and in the poor light he could make out the tell-tale brown starting to cover the edges of his plating. It stung like the Pit, and he found himself longing for a wave to hit the cage so that the water - salt though it was - could cool him down somewhat. But the waves only came at random intervals and it was just a temporary respite.
The downside to it was when the waves rocked the cage. The movement, coupled with the pain of both his injuries and now the rust infection made him feel sicker. At one point before dawn, he had thrown out what little energon had been left in his storage banks.
Oh, but all that was nothing compared to the trauma going on in his thoughts. His head swam as Vortex's words waged war with what Jazz had told him, and as much as he hated to admit it, Vortex had only voiced some of the doubts that had been in his mind all along.*
It has been a whole day, and there's been... nothing from the Autobots. I want to believe that they're out looking for me, but... would they even know I'm gone? Does anyone even care that I'm missing? I dont want to think like this, they're my friends - or at least I'd like to think they are - and I want to trust that they'll come for me... but it's been a whole day now... Where are they?
I dont think I can last another night like this... I think I'm starting to go crazy in here...