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The first thing he noticed was a distinct lack of pain. The second was the ability to move without lava pouring into his joints, burning and melting his gears and cabling, and the ability to think clearly. The third was the light; bright, and coming from above, not around him.
Cautiously, carefully, not at all willing to see what he thought he was going to see, but needing to know, he onlined his optics to- well, someplace he had never been, or even seen the likes of in his life. He looked around confusedly, he was curled on the ground in some stone ruin, most of the building seemed to be intact, but the walls were crumbling, and the floor around him was covered with debris and trash.
He uncurled cautiously, about to stop at any sign of pain or inability to move due to melted joints and cables, but there was nothing stopping him. He felt as if he was just out of the CR Chamber, as if he had just been protoformed. Had- had Megatron saved him? Had he been able to get him out of the lava in time? But how? Last he had seen, Megatron had been forced to his knees by the sheer force of the wave!
But... If Megatron had been the one to save him, where was he? Why hadn’t he onlined in a CR Chamber, rather than in this organic dump? Why hadn’t Megatron been there when he onlined, or had someone, probably Inferno, waiting for him to online to give him his orders? It made no sense! If Megatron hadn’t rescued him, which, he realized with a sharp pain in his spark, he probably hadn’t, then who did?
He realized that sitting on the floor in the middle of an abandoned building wasn’t going to help anything and got to his feet, startling at the sound of a ‘clang’ as something hit the ground. He frowned and scooped it up, turning the small, circular object over in his claws, “Strange...” It seemed to have several buttons and a catch on the side. Frowning, he triggered it, scowling at the screen revealed. He snorted and snapped it shut, letting it dangle at the end of it’s chain while he triggered his comm on one of the open Predacon channel. //Scorponok reporting.// Nothing but static. He tried again on several of the others to the same result, nothing but static. He must be in the jamming zones, although he had never seen any structure like this anywhere on that accursed planet.
He shook his head, and started walking towards what seemed to be a exit. He needed to find Megatron and report in, who knew how long he’d been offline in this wretched building.
Cautiously, carefully, not at all willing to see what he thought he was going to see, but needing to know, he onlined his optics to- well, someplace he had never been, or even seen the likes of in his life. He looked around confusedly, he was curled on the ground in some stone ruin, most of the building seemed to be intact, but the walls were crumbling, and the floor around him was covered with debris and trash.
He uncurled cautiously, about to stop at any sign of pain or inability to move due to melted joints and cables, but there was nothing stopping him. He felt as if he was just out of the CR Chamber, as if he had just been protoformed. Had- had Megatron saved him? Had he been able to get him out of the lava in time? But how? Last he had seen, Megatron had been forced to his knees by the sheer force of the wave!
But... If Megatron had been the one to save him, where was he? Why hadn’t he onlined in a CR Chamber, rather than in this organic dump? Why hadn’t Megatron been there when he onlined, or had someone, probably Inferno, waiting for him to online to give him his orders? It made no sense! If Megatron hadn’t rescued him, which, he realized with a sharp pain in his spark, he probably hadn’t, then who did?
He realized that sitting on the floor in the middle of an abandoned building wasn’t going to help anything and got to his feet, startling at the sound of a ‘clang’ as something hit the ground. He frowned and scooped it up, turning the small, circular object over in his claws, “Strange...” It seemed to have several buttons and a catch on the side. Frowning, he triggered it, scowling at the screen revealed. He snorted and snapped it shut, letting it dangle at the end of it’s chain while he triggered his comm on one of the open Predacon channel. //Scorponok reporting.// Nothing but static. He tried again on several of the others to the same result, nothing but static. He must be in the jamming zones, although he had never seen any structure like this anywhere on that accursed planet.
He shook his head, and started walking towards what seemed to be a exit. He needed to find Megatron and report in, who knew how long he’d been offline in this wretched building.