Bitter wind seeped into hairline cracks that ran along a fresh, new barrier encasing two fortunate victims into an abandoned inlet. A forgotten tunnel burrowed into the steep incline of this mountain, lost in the middle of this icy tundra.
The cold clipped Shockwave at all extraneous appendages ( antennae, wings, digit-tips ), frosting the plating over with a mosaic of snowflakes. His systems hashed repeated warnings of his dropping temperature at every tenth mark, all of which he silenced, trying to pave concentration to his next steps:
Blast open through the thick sheets of ice above them and risk crushing them — high chance of death and forfeiture of the mission.
Kill the Autobot stuck with him — there is technically no need for this ( yet ), but is considered as a precaution for his own survival.
Nebulous third option he's yet to consider, having only onlined moments ago and recently assessed that the way in was not the way out.
The storm rages on, howling above them, and the Decepticon decided that it would be better to move forward towards the objective of finding the rumored Predacon burial site, but first he kneels down towards the Autobot, scanners dancing over damaged plating to see if life still persists.
" Autobot, " he called to it, " get up. "
Closed — @wcrkerbee
