#teleportinginterrogator

[maverickofmayhem]

An' then Warp picks a fight with Blast Off. 

[it-gets-lonely-in-space]

Are you drunk again, Blast Off?

So I can't just be friendly? 

No, it's because I'm drunk. 

Frag you, Sky. 

[maverickofmayhem]

Going to Earth: A Familiar Face

It was his last stop of the trip. After this, he'd have to go back to Cybertron, and there was no way he was doing that without at least saying 'hi'. True, he probably should have visited Warp first, but then he probably wouldn't have left until it was time to report to Scream. Didn't mean he didn't feel guilty about scooting his trinemate to the end of the list, though.

::Hey, 'Warp! I'm comin' over, yeah? Save me a seat.:: Not that he thought Skywarp was anywhere public where such a comment would be needed, but it felt right.

[maverickofmayhem]

((offline))

[formerlycalmsadisticmind]

Hm...

My signals detected an

odd colored scout.

a mech that mirrors the same frame as me.

And another mech that I haven't seen since the fall of Cybertron.

How odd.

[garbagemechcometh]

☎

*moderately overcharged slurring with copious giggling added in* //-nd I said, just totally d-deadpan, ‘Warples doesn’t have the processing power for that, he can’t tell his aft from an aileron half the time! Let alone when he’s had the good stuff!’ and the mech just c-cracked up. Oh wait, sorry…who did I call? Wait…Oh fra-// *click*

[maverickofmayhem]

Undoing

It was dark.

Not the peaceful, open darkness of a night sky, the stars covered and the moon unseen. This was a tight, uncomfortable dark. A heavy weight that pressed down, forcing his back to bend and his shoulders to hunch to avoid being crushed. Ventilating did nothing to cool his frame, the air around him hot and humid.

A part of him wanted to panic. A tiny voice that tapped on the edge of his mind, nervously suggesting that this wasn't right.

He ignored it.

In the distance, muffled and echoing, he could hear rhythmic thuds. The smell of smoke and rust covered everything. His own hands were coated in a thick layer of dust.

Through the gloom, he could barely make out other shapes. Other mechs with metal tools in their hands, their motions more mechanical than alive. He couldn't even see the light from their optics. A piece of armor crumbled and fell from one, and something small and unseen collected it without a sound.

That tiny voice had gotten louder, tugging at him. There was a metal tool in his hands, and after a moment of thought he set it down against the rock wall. It was getting harder to vent.

A shrill beeping attracted his attention, and he noticed that the other workers had stopped. Lifeless optics, dim and set so far back into their helms they were mere pinpricks, focused solely on him. He hear himself mutter something, an apology or an excuse, and taking a step backwards put no distance between him and the dim stars. The distant thudding continued.

Without another word he turned and ran, and behind him he could hear the creak of ill-maintained joints as the mechs followed. Part of him wondered why he couldn't just stop and fight, destroy them, but there was a panic gripping his chest, and he continued running.

The tunnels were endless. At every turn there were more of the lights, more dead optics and rusting metal, and the creaking behind him never ceased. The ground continued to slope down, down, down...

Surely there would be shaft leading upwards? Surely there was some link to the surface?

The tunnels narrowed, his shoulders scraping the sides, and he had to fight down a whine of panic. Another turn, and he skidded to a stop before a dead end. He turned, determined to try and find another path, and was met with a wall of dim red lights.

"Stay back!" His voice cracked, and even failed to echo off the walls. He backed up until he felt the tough rock wall scraping against his back. The lights didn't waver, moving closer and closer. He tried to shout again, but nothing came from his vocalizer.

Something was digging into his back, his legs, and through the dust and gloom he could see time frames swarming over his own. Sharp claws ripped under plating and pulled out wires. The lights had gotten closer, and there was no where left to run, and-

  Thundercracker let out a yelp, flailing slightly as he went from recharge to battle ready in less than a moment. His right arm shook slightly as he aimed his blaster around the room before is processor caught up to where he was .

It was only a dream. Well, nightmare. Not one he'd had before, strangely enough, but just a nightmare. He sighed, arm lowering.

And then he actually looked at himself.

The seeker grinned, jumping to his pedes and flicking his wings. Apparently recharging had dome the trick, and he was back in his regular frame again. And just in time, too.

::Screamy? Warp? You guys wanna go to a party?::

[monumentalmistakes]

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