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There's more than a few things Jetstorm hates, but today just seems to be full of them. The ladybug, flying through underground tunnels, ramming into things-in this case, said ladybug's web-and organic goop. He really hates that organic goop.
Fortunately for Jetstorm, it's his lucky day (relatively speaking), since before he can hit the goop, there's a flash of white light.
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The one advantage technorganic goop does have, Jetstorm decides, is that it'd be a lot softer to land on than the rock-hard dirt and grass (grass? Ew.) he just hit. His attention immediately goes to clawing his way out of the webbing, however, and he does that first, then pries the odd disc-shaped contraption Blackarachnia stuck on him not too long ago. Jetstorm peers at it for a moment, chucks it into the grass.
Still sprawled out on the ground and trying to get his bearings, the Vehicon glances around. In this direction...dirt! In that direction...dirt! And a turkey vulture, which doesn't scan as a Transformer, but that looks decidely cranky. It stares at Jetstorm, blinking its beady eyes.
Jetstorm peers right back, then blasts it. (What? It was looking at him funny.)
He then goes back looking around, trying to make sense of things, and finally settling on one phrase that he thinks sums his thoughts up: "What the frag is going on?"
Fortunately for Jetstorm, it's his lucky day (relatively speaking), since before he can hit the goop, there's a flash of white light.
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The one advantage technorganic goop does have, Jetstorm decides, is that it'd be a lot softer to land on than the rock-hard dirt and grass (grass? Ew.) he just hit. His attention immediately goes to clawing his way out of the webbing, however, and he does that first, then pries the odd disc-shaped contraption Blackarachnia stuck on him not too long ago. Jetstorm peers at it for a moment, chucks it into the grass.
Still sprawled out on the ground and trying to get his bearings, the Vehicon glances around. In this direction...dirt! In that direction...dirt! And a turkey vulture, which doesn't scan as a Transformer, but that looks decidely cranky. It stares at Jetstorm, blinking its beady eyes.
Jetstorm peers right back, then blasts it. (What? It was looking at him funny.)
He then goes back looking around, trying to make sense of things, and finally settling on one phrase that he thinks sums his thoughts up: "What the frag is going on?"