[been a while since i did a lore post. sorry for the wait if you actually wanted to see my garbage lol. got a good couple of fics in the works right now. otherwise. enjoy this. i guess.]
[devastator's rolling around on the moon. intel says that there's an autobot outpost up here that lord megatron wants gone. he cites personal reasons. devastator assumes that his personal time's been interrupted more than once by the outpost somehow.]
[devastator spots a shining light across the vast lunar valley, so he stops to spy on whatever's casting it from long range. turns out: yup. autobot outpost. big one, too.]
D: lunar rover to ground control, i've spotted the target. how copy, over?
['ground control', in this case nebula, responds.]
N: loud and clear, lunar rover. give 'em a good old-style whoppin' for the boys back home. over.
D: roger, moving to devastate. over and out.
[devastator begins rolling once more, crossing the kilometer worth of valley between his cliff and the outpost's front gate in a couple of minutes.]
[An Autobot security personnel halts the unknown vehicle in its tracks.]
Guard: This is a high-tech Autobot outpost! Identify yourself!
[devastator aims for the face, and obliterates him.]
[The Autobot is decapitated, and his corpse glides smoothly away from the impact point, before coming to a controlled stop against the wall.]
[since sound doesn't travel on the moon very well, someone would've had to have seen this happen for the alarm to begin blaring... unfortunately for devastator, someone did see this happen, and so the alarm's lights flash red across the outpost.]
[devastator blasts the gate apart, and rolls in to fight the autobots inside.]
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[...it only takes 30 minutes.]
D, in need of repairs: lunar rover to ground control: outpost liberated. what's next; over?
N: discussing what's next with the boys back at base. sit tight. over and out.
[devastator transforms, relishing in the destruction he caused to the lunar outpost while he waits for clarification. he hops around on one foot, the opposite leg's hip actuator having been damaged.]
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N: boys. what's next?
BC: how's the outpost? any damage to speak of?
N: oh, yeah. it's damn well devastated.
BC: good to hear. let's have marrowbomber haul devastator and any good loot out from the wreck and call it mission accomplished.
N: i hear ya. transmitting to devs.
BC: make sure he returns in one piece - marrowbomber too. i hear the moon's dust particles are particularly brutal against our metal.
N: understood.
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N: ground control to lunar rover: you're free to haul any worthwhile loot out from the outpost and get it home. over.
D: alright. how will i get it home; over?
N: same way you got to the surface: marrowbomber; over.
D: affirmative; moving to locate and contain the good stuff. over and out.
[devastator searches the compound for some good loot to bring home, and finds a bunch of resources such as experimental weapon blueprints and schematics for new vehicle modes. he even finds a nice lunar rover to bring along for the ride.]
[marrowbomber sets down next to the outpost.]
MB: shuttle to lunar rover. howdy.
D: hey, air support. what took you so long?
MB: had to stretch my legs. you don't know how stressful it is to try and fly in an atmosphereless environment in a conventional jet form.
D: i pray to never find out. here; i got some good stuff from the wreck. moving it inside your hold now.
[marrowbomber waits patiently for devastator to get it all in, and get in himself.]
MB: alright... where to now?
D: home sweet home. i trust you'll get home fine?
MB: ...pray to primus.
[marrowbomber takes off with a little bit of effort, escaping the moon's gravity swiftly and trying his god-damndest to get home safe and sound.]
[it takes him quite the unholy amount of effort... but god damnit, he makes it to the earth's atmosphere. not without some trauma, of course. no one wants to be lost in space.]
MB: oh. oh, god. homeward bound! fuck...
[devastator whistles in a satisfied and grateful sort of tone.]
[muffled celebrations erupt over the comms.]
N: welcome back to antarctican airspace, marrowbomber!
MB: thanks for the warm reception. that was... fucking horrifying. i never want to do this shit again.
N: i hear ya loud and clear, don't you worry. i'm setting down now to greet ya properly.
MB: see you then.
[marrowbomber directs his attention to devastator.]
MB: devs?
D: that was some of the worst rattling i've heard yet. you gonna be okay, mate?
MB: i... do not think so, no. we need a dedicated shuttleformer. not me. never again.
D: yeah, i get that. you want some energon from my personal stash once we land?
MB: oh, fuck, please.
D: hah! you got it, big man.
[marrowbomber sets his wheels down onto the cold, icy runway once more, and skids to a stop.]
N: whey! how's the big man doin'?
MB: i need a nap. and probably therapy.
N: heh... yeah. understandable. i made a deal with bonecrusher, he'll let you rest for a few months if need be. take your time off, my man, you earned it. [she pats marrowbomber's wing.]
MB: yeah... thanks.
[devastator hobbles out of marrowbomber's cargo hold, and dirtbuster takes over storage duty.]
D: he says we need a dedicated shuttleformer. see you in the base.
[nebula nods in response.] N: sounds like a good idea.
[nebula sits with marrowbomber and chats with him about various topics while dirtbuster gets his cargo hold cleared.]
[it only takes dirtbuster a couple of minutes to haul the loot out of there, and pats his tail end to let him know he's free to transform.]
[marrowbomber transforms, kneeling on the ground and keeping his space sickness on the inside... somehow.]
N: ...hey, are you gonna be fine, marrow?
MB: [gag]... nope. wh... where's devs?
N: he's in the base. i saw him hobblin' pretty wobbly though. might be getting some repairs from patchwork.
MB: l... let patch know i might be sick.
N: yeah, you got it, homie. sit tight.
[nebula gets off of the ground and pats marrowbomber's shoulder, moving to let patchwork know.]
[he kneels there. his brain is spinning. his body is churning. everything feels like utter shit. he needs a drink. everything hurts. he can't think.]
[bonecrusher gets to marrowbomber's side, cuddling with him to keep him calm.]
BC: hey now, big guy... lay down, rest your head. you're gonna be fine, bomb bay.
[bonecrusher pushes marrowbomber over to the base, making sure not to put too much pressure on certain areas.]
[marrowbomber leans on the wall of the base, able to see inside through the window. he holds onto bonecrusher, grateful that he's being so comforting tonight. he keeps him close, needing some warmth from him.]
[bonecrusher nestles deep into marrowbomber's frame, cuddling him for as long as he needs.]
[noticing marrowbomber lookin' like shit outside the window, groundrumbler opens the window and hands marrowbomber a cube of energon to help him out.]
[well, ain't this nice.]