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White-hot pain, it burned all over, inside and out. The pain happened so fast that it took a few moments longer for him to realize what was going on. The mass of energy was shifting around him, it drowned and engulfed him completely as it changed his body to suit the needs if the true core of his being.
The desire to move, to run, to do something started to build up inside of him, but he was trapped in the flocculating power. He was becoming shorter, part of his body’s mass dissolving away. Yet at the same time he was becoming stronger then before. He was leaner, muscles reforming so the most powerful were in his legs, making him faster. More importantly his heart was changing, both physically to be able to weather what was to come, but metaphorically as well with it suddenly unchaining so fast that he gasped.
He needed to get away and run. Though some part of his mind refused to do so, he had a duty, dreams… duty… a duty? What in the world? Why would he have a duty to anything or anyone?
Parts evaporated and others grew, at first the layer of rich blue fur was thin. Clumps of his hair lengthened and fused together as it became hard, yet still smallish quills that were the same light blue shade. His still-forming quills stood up on end as a growing tail went ridged as it extended.
Things that he had worried about everyday were becoming less important as other thoughts surged to the forefront of his mind. Still other thoughts and memories faded away into nothing, forever lost as that other part of him died.
Dilated green eyes opened and stared ahead in the ever-lasting whiteness that surrounded him.
Those same green eyes became clearer, sharper then before. They were no longer tainted with regrets or fears and the rest of his form changed once more, but it was different this time. For the energy and chaos no longer hurt. It curled around him, absorbing into his lean form, turning his light blue fur a radiant golden color. Now long quills, that were also the same golden color, spread out behind him, bending upwards without breaking.
He closed his eyes feeling the energy become apart of him, no longer randomly flicking out in all directions. Rather, he controlled it, pulling it into himself. He slowly drifted back down to the ground as the last trails of the Chaos Blast were absorbed into the anthro’s body.
Men and woman, guards, researchers and soldiers, all those that had rushed over now exchanged looks between one another. Their stunned gazes always drifting back to the new anthro as he stood still with his eyes closed.
The anthro’s ears twitched up as he heard voices then flicked this way and that to pick up the murmurs of the other people, but other then that he didn’t move.
“…Hines?” A hesitant voice of one of the soldiers called.
Blood red eyes snapped open and anthro looked over at the man, who froze in place. There were no color-pigmentations in the Anthro’s eyes, so the circulating blood in showed through. Despite the shade of his gaze there wasn’t animalist drives, or even threatening to this being. His eyes showed intelligence and some mild curiosity as he tilted his head before softening as fleeting, and fading, memories of flirting with the woman that had spoken up next.
“I’m sorry.” The anthro looked down, voice echoing with power. When he looked up again his eyes had gone a pure, solid white as his form started to glow almost from within. “Chaos…”
“Don’t let him get away!”
The area flooded with light and energy again, but this time everything seemed to stop. Or at the very least, slowed down to a crawling pace for everyone, except for three people. It didn’t last long, just enough for what was still left of his former self to whisper goodbye.
New claws flexed, skin pricked while fur and quills flared out into a silver-white color before he disappeared and the world came back to its normal pace. But somewhere very far away, states and almost the entire length of the county, the night was broken with the bright flash of a Chaos Control based teleport.
A dark blue anthro hedgehog fell from the center of it and thudded onto hard black top of the road with a startled yelp. “Huk…ow.” The hedgehog muttered into the pavement.
After a few minutes of getting better acquainted with the roadway, the anthro carefully started to pry himself loose and pushed himself up into a sitting position. He flattened his ears as he checked over his person patting hands over ears, muzzle, neck, sides, a key point that was lower... and then behind to a twitching tail. Making sure everything was where it should be and nothing was broken.
The bases’ of his dark blue quills were sore, like they had been repeatedly yanked too hard, but not hard enough to be pulled out. The same quills were wild and swept back into clumps, and like his fur were no longer a light blue shade except for the steaks that ran through them. Looking down he found that his belly and lower chest were a rich brown color, though unaware at the moment that his muzzle and inner ears were the same shade.
A semi-short tail twitched and the hedgehog blinked around, trying to figure out where he was as he stood. Ears rotated around, trying to catch any sound and only picking up a questioning cricket that was trying to see if it was safe again.
The hedgehog looked down, touching the few remaining shreds of fabric on his person. He peeled those off, but paused to just stare at his feet. Twitching his toes under the stained cloth.
“Why... do I have socks but no shoes?” He wondered balancing with no noticed effort on first one foot to take off the offending sock. He sniffed it, and promptly gagged. “Dear Chaos!” He tossed it away, snorting and trying to clear his nose sensitive nose of the scents of sweet, blood and Guardians only knew what else. Hopping to his other foot the hedgehog anthro made fast work of ridding himself of the other sock and tossing it even farther away.
Two bright lights and the blaring of a horn from behind made the anthro jump and spin around. Emerald orbs took in the massive, and rather scary looking truck was all it took to send the hedgehog bolting the other way.
A sonic boom rolled back down the road to the confused truck driver.
Once he started running, he... didn’t want to stop. He fisted his hands and let the wind pull his arms back as he ran. Eyes half lidded in contentment as the wind twined around him. Is this what, who he was, a sonic boom?
“Sonic…” The hedgehog gave a toothy grin. He liked that; he liked it a lot. So…yes, he was Sonic.
Sonic the Hedgehog.
Could it just be as simple as that? ...Yes, yes it could and it was.
The Anthro picked up his feet, taking longer strides and trying to keep his soft feet from hitting the ground too hard. He needed shoes…but didn’t want to stop running just yet.
Sonic didn’t want to stop, but when he ran smack into a sign that had ‘25 MPH’ he kind of had to stop. Actually it was more like yipping, flailing midair and rolling until he hit a tree. Sprawled at the base of the truck, Sonic stared cross-eyed at the world while leaves drifted down from his not so kind crash mat in an attempt by the tree to bury him in revenge.
“Blood hell that hurt...” Sonic complained as his legs dropped over him, and he rolled over to change into a slightly better position of being sprawled on his front in the earth. The smell of grass cut the day before and leaves in every state was a much better lullaby than anything else could have been.
Or he just hit his head too hard, but Sonic didn’t noticed or mind when old but still strong arms lifted him up, and the elderly owner of the property half carried half dragged the anthro into a cabin.
|Road Saga Re-Vamp!|
Fear the Rook! XD
Current Residence: My head, or so I like to think
Favourite genre of music: game-ish
Favourite photographer: Still my mom
Favourite style of art: I like most all really
Shell of choice: Predacon/dragon hybrid
Wallpaper of choice: whatever I want!
Skin of choice: SCALES
Favourite cartoon character: Ackar, Jazz, Sonic, Malam
Personal Quote: I have a sideswipe toy and I know how to use him!
It had been a frontal assault from the Decepticons on the Ark, something unexpected and sudden, resulting in Depth Charge not in the best of moods. He was crouched down with arms on his knees, tail swaying slowly and soundlessly in the air as he watched the door for any stranglers that might have stayed behind, his drones were attached to his pectoral wings, watching the vents for him in case of Soundwave's minions.
There was a nervous shifting behind him, and the mostly silent mech glanced over his shoulder, sending a small ping to the Autobot that had almost sheltered there behind the large wings.
"I am fine," Perceptor attempted to assure, getting a snort an optic ridge arched at him, "Truly I... I... may be still nevus of combat situations." he looked away, grip shifting on his hand held pistol.
The beast-former tilted his head, rumbling in his version of a half purring sound while the blue mech stood up. Hands on his legs, behind the half knee guards there from his beast mode. The nanites keeping the cephalic fins almost sharp looking until the mech would transform into his beast or 'ship' more hover mode. This was noticed by Perceptor's wide optics, and a part of his mind wondered how it was possible this mech could move better underwater, in any mode.
Then Depth Charge was closer, reached down to grasp the shaking hand holding the pistol. If Perceptor could blush like a human he might have, reacting to the beast mode's latent predator...no, hunter quality as the large hand lifted his and pulled the pistol out of his hand. The blue and silver mech examined it, and carefully flicked something.
::Next time, keep the safety on until you're ready to shoot.:: The mech said over internal comms, the voice like he was before, deep to match his body. It was rough of someone used to having a damaged voice box, and with a slight growling undertone.
"Oh...um, I was told not to-" Perceptor started to say but cut himself off as the other mech shook his head.
::You're not used to shooting, not use to knowing when not to shoot if you were startled.:: Depth Charge handed the pistol back, grip first. He looked back to the door suddenly, likely something one of the Drones picked up and transmitted, the mech's odd talkative mode shifting to alertness.
"Decepticons?" Perceptor asked quietly, almost forgetting he held a weapon, the more civilian mech blinked as Depth Charge moved in front of him. It took a few moments before Perceptor started to relax despite himself, and once he did the Autobot lifted his head a bit more. Blue optics focusing on the back of the slightly hunched beast-former, realizing he had known this mixed feelings of protected-safe-reassurance but it had come from... "You're an empath," Perceptor realized aloud, "Like Blaster is. Or alike to him."
Maybe not as obviously strong about it at first, or just not as strong?
The waving tail paused mid-motion in the air as what was said sank in past the focus Depth Charge was using. That sense of protection pulling back before easing back as a red oval optic looked over the mech's shoulder and fin. He blinked and then shook his head, paused and then shrugged with a snort. ::No…in a way… not naturally…maybe- he did affect me…::
It was Perceptor's turn to blink, optics flickering, as the half answer echoed in his processors as well in his internal communication system. It didn't take Perceptor long to start fitting a few missing an oddly shaped, metaphorically speaking, puzzle pieces together. He was quiet though, for long enough for Depth Charge to turn his attention away, walk to the door and step to one side, curling his wing line fins in around him.
Depth Charge had many, many old scarring lines on his frame, even with how impressive his repair nanites seemed to be. It hadn't taken long for Ratchet to point out the scarring pattern mostly seemed to come from the same set of claws of another mech. Someone with five digits not four like Depth Charge's hands, or a clamp of some sort.
The red and black mech started to frown, and then blinked again, optics flashing as he watched to beast-form move to the right of the door. His tail was twitching before moving to rest just over the ground. It was a bit fascinating to realize how much Depth Charge moved normally once he did go still. Perceptor wondered if it was because of the beast mode, and then hoped he would get the chance to see the other mech transform. That would be fascinating!
The door opened.
There was a pause as Soundwave and Perceptor stared at each other, both surprised at seeing the other in the room.
Giving a squeaking like sound, the Autobot pulled the trigger on his pistol, only getting several clicking sounds as the safety was on. Soundwave rumbled a purring like sound, giving the impression of smiling as he started forward as Perceptor fumbled with the pistol, trying to sort out how to take the safety off.
A low primal growling drew Soundwave's attention just before pain blossomed in his left hip joint at the same time a heavy weight was hitting him the back. Forcing Soundwave down and then he was hitting the floor. For a moment, he caught a double image of a blue figure, one out of the corner of his optics and another from Ravage that had been following behind him. Ravage yowl rang in his audios and the symbiotic feed, as something was curling around the feline, lifting and holding tight despite the symbiote being tossed and hitting something- a wall?
"Oh my!" Perceptor was a yelping, "What are you- ah!" The Autobot was scrambling, blue optics wide as Soundwave felt his right hand and wrist, the one holding his own weapon, was grabbed as well.
Soundwave let drop his plasma rifle after the second time his hand was slammed into the ground, warbling in pain as claws pulled out of his hip to shove his free arm up behind his back, then his other. Ravage was screeching from what position he was in, being smacked against the floor again roughly.
"Must it be so violent- what are you doing?" Perceptor demanded from ahead and to one side of Soundwave as he felt the stasis cuffs attached to his left forearm, and then his right was pulled back and bound as well.
"Surrender!" Soundwave said at the same time the craws dug into his hip joint again, finishing breaking it as Ravage was smacked against the wall and then ground twice more before the symbiote's feed shut down as the feline mecha was knocked into stasis lock.
::He'll stay down.:: The mech holding Soundwave commed, not the strange encrypted line that had attracted his attention, but meant to be heard. The blue mech gripped the dropped weapon, claws still extended on the four digit hand, before Depth Charge stood up, planting one foot on the Decepticon's back, using the grasping tows to help keep a grip on sound wave. ::These mechs would do worse to you Autobots, Perceptor. Even if he gets out of the cuffs, he's less likely to chase you or run off. Stay back behind me. And get a box for this drone.::
Soundwave tilted his head, watching without moving as the heavy weight shifted on his back, he could just see the transfer of Ravage. His symbiote dangling limp from a cord like device… To be dropped into a too small container that was locked and bound again with a tape to keep the feline inside.
The Decepticon sound master watched as the box was placed on a far table, and despite himself pulsed a thankful wave to Perceptor. Making the Autobot glance back, and the dark colored mech tried to pulse another emotion, trying to encourage empathy, for Ravaged in the small space and himself being hurt. Maybe he could...
There was a grunt and the mech above pushed harder down with his foot, the grasping claws digging a bit in warning before something... blocked Soundwave. His empathic abilities were buffered and then stopped, like hitting the solid wall of Megatron's armor.
::Stop. That.:: the beast former growled aloud as Depth Charge moved to get a good grip and lift Soundwave up, before ruby ovals stared into crimson cut, glaring. ::Try it again. Just try and control someone else, to manipulate his emotions again. I'll show you something I learned. I know empaths can't live without feeling others. And you're not as strong as X. I can block you from even your symbionts.::
The buffer pressed back against Soundwave, making him jerk in the new mech's hold despite the stasis cuffs, it was a involuntary motion from the sudden shock as the buffering sensation pressed in. Fuzzing his other sense to white-noise where, for a horrifying moment he couldn't read those around him, not Ravage or his others, not the Autobot or this mech-
"Soundwave surrenders!" Soundwave almost yelled, and then gave the equivalent of gasp as the other mech pulled back from his senses.
Depth Charge grunted, narrowing his optics and waiting to see of the Decepticon would try anything again after the empathic powers floundered for purchase, partly on him as the one closest. The beast-former kept his shields over mind and spark strong though, not pushing back or away. It helped Soundwave, but Depth Charge wouldn't let it show he hoped that he would not have to do that again. This was not X, this was not someone wanting to use his powers to feed a deprived craving.
::Be good.:: Depth Charge sent through the 'public' communication line.
"Acknowledged." Soundwave said promptly, watching the beast-former shift his hold on the Decepticon's kibble before starting to drag him. It was rough handling considering Soundwave was taller if standing, it sent flairs of pain through the mech's left hip and leg. Yet as he was placed, not dropped, face down again Soundwave as able to take note that there was no malicious intent behind the treatment. He was simply dragged out of the way, not by the arms that would further tare and stress his shoulder joints, and laid down so the now back hip joint wouldn't be further damaged.
Soundwave was just able to turn his head before the stasis cuffs froze his body again, watching this new mech move back to where he must have been by the door. The red optics tracking the whip like motion of the tail, of the strange build... "You are a beast former."
The blue and silver mech grunted once, those red optics on the now closed door, attention mostly turned outside again.
"Yes he is." Perceptor said quietly, unsure how to interact with the Decepticon. Deciding on staying a little closer to Depth Charge, not minding when the tail nudged his leg before swaying away to keep track of him.
Soundwave was not about to push his luck, so stayed quiet and took mental notes. Watching this new mech and trying to sort out what he transformed into, but could not. He was too streamlined to be a Dinobot or one of those new Predacons, or Insecticon for that matter. The soundmaster did spot the symbiotes on the heavy wing like extensions, and then after that became aware of some data stream, encrypted in a way he had never seen before. It was a constant data stream like Soundwave normally had with his own symbiotes. Soundwave soon also realized this mech couldn't speak aloud, the sounds that did come were rasping or soft growls.
When the Attack ended, the Decepticon hearing the signal to retreat, but unable to answer to alert Megatron he was captured, he didn't resist as Depth Charge walked back over to start pulling him to the brigs in the Ark. The Autobot had taken Ravage along, still in the box. At least Soundwave was not too worried, knowing he would be valuable enough to both sides to be traded for something at least.
But...who was this new mech?
Jorge rolled his eyes as he faintly heard Tanner snoring back under the overhang of the station, but once again that was reassuring, and Roadbuster was walking slowly around again. The mech was joining with grid pattern to search around the area, searching for the Autobot made bolt-hole with his few active scanners aimed down.
Now and then Jorge would look up as Roadbuster paused to tap the end of his pede against the ground or lightly kick aside a chunk of rock out of his path. Sometimes a rather indigent lizard or insulted gopher snake would jump in surprise before running off away from the relative mountain of moving metal. Roadbuster didn't seem all that interested in the creatures at first, letting them run from him before talking another step. Roadbuster's steps seemed off, they were still heavy as Jorge and Epps knew almost all mechs were, just not as much. Yet without the extra kibble, the extra weight of the over armor, or even the outline of just the launchers over his shoulders and on his back... The Wrecker's outline just seemed so... so strange now that he was upright and moving around.
"That's another section cleared." Jorge sighed once they finished their current pattern, he moved to stand in Roadbuster's shadow with his friend, trying to get the grit off his hands from pulling and pushing rocks while looking for any sign of the blot-hole.
The mech shifted as he partly turned, still moving a bit stiffly, and peering back at the station, "Primus below..." he muttered, thinking of the energon that should be in there, and other supplies.
"Where would you make it 'Buster?" Epps asked the mech as the dark skinned man leaned on the inside of the Wrecker's left leg, "If you were the one making the bolt-hole."
As the silence drew out it shifted from confused to stunned, Jorge could almost feel their alien companion blinking in his equivalent way.
"Well... frag meh..." Roadbuster muttered, his words oddly soft and thoughtful as he turned a little more, the leg the humans were on and near barely moving much from the knee down as he regarded the old station. The green optics shifted to scan the desert again with this new idea, judging for a few quiet minutes.
Epps looked over at the taller man beside him, arching an eyebrow as he crossed his arms in satisfaction of a small job not only done, but well done. "You can hear the gears turning." He was trying not to smile, but failing.
"You couldn't have shared this idea before we were stumbling through the heat before...?" Jorge demanded, hands on his hips then motioning upwards at Roadbuster the shade giver that was murmuring something about being close enough not to be suspected.
"Could have, if I thought about it then." Epps admitted, shrugging as he still leaned on the mech's leg, and then used the slight shifting motion in the leg as a warning to push himself up to standing on his own. Roadbuster stepping over the two humans to walk back to the station, muttering about Ironhide's stride.
"So...'Hide made or found this place..." Jorge hesitated, glancing around and exchanged looks with Epps. The two men grinned as they caught onto why Roadbuster was muttering.
"That big guy didn't... does not like to walk far." Epps chuckled, and corrected himself. There was no body, no proof of the big old grumpy mech was gone, so he was somewhere out there. "He makes it about...what? A city block and a half before grumping?"
"Depended on Ironhide's mood, sometimes he made it two blocks." Jorge nodded as he scanned the ground for anything that might resemble and old mecha 'foot print' in the sand and earth.
"Iron's hide's foot is about…this wide in the front right?" Epps asked as he held his hands a part, almost at the extension of how far his arms would reach, "Bits roughly included?"
"About that yeah," Jorge nodded after a moment he looked around, then motioned the other man to come with him to the back of the station and looked around. "Let's start from back here," he said as Mongo emerged from the back door with a refilled water bottle.
"Any luck on your side?" Mongo asked, staying in the shade for now as he looked after Roadbuster that was walking back and forth in a relatively small area for the mech's own stride, "Did something happen?"
The taller Epps nodded, "You can say that," He motioned to the nearly protoform mech that was growling at a spot on the ground before he knelt down. "Turns out, Ironhide made or picked this place for the bolt hole, and Roadbuster's trying to sort out how he would make it."
"...huh, might be the way to narrow down the search..." he paused and Mongo frown, "Why didn't anyone think of that before?" He arched an eyebrow as the biggest man laughed and lightly punched Epps in the shoulder before walking after the mech.
"Just didn't' think of it until now." Epps sighed, rolling his eyes as he followed after Jorge with Mongo beside him, "How's Tanner?"
"Still snoring as you can hear, but he's getting himself upright all on his own now. Maybe not up to Roadbuster levels of starting to curse us out yet, but he's starting to grump at the lack of showers. Eddie too."
"Me too," Epps made a face, and an execrated motion of waving away the metaphorical stink lines away, "We're hitting week three and something of being out here? Between the sun, whatever Buster bled on us and just working now... we're ripe."
"I hope there's a water reserve in the bolt hole, or some hotel we can raid a room for a shower." Jorge said catching the end of the conversation as they walked.
Roadbuster snorted, "If nothin' else I'll dunk ya lads inta energon. You'll smell better then." He smirked with fangs flashing into view, down at the three humans clustering around him before lifting his head and giving a piercing, double whistle like sound through his denta to get the attention of Eddie and Jack. The other two men started over while the faint snoring shudder and stopped, followed by grumblings.
"I hate to say it..." Mongo started, making a face.
"Dude, no. Just… No." Epps protested looking at the other tattooed man, pushing at Mongo's shoulder in protest.
"Hey, once we stopped being in active combat zones? I liked being able to get a shower." Mongo tossed back as he walked over to where Roadbuster's right hand was bracing himself on the ground. Then he spotted it. "Is that...?"
"Energon is sticky as hell!"
"Not all o' it." Roadbuster pointed out, and then pointed to the scarring on the rocks, "Aye lad, Ironhide is a warrior class frame, the slagger isn't half as good as some ta hide all his tracks."
"Literally in this case?" Mongo wondered as he moved around the mechs claws, unbothered by them at this point, before he snorted, "It looks like the rock was flipped over. Big mech?" he half asked, stepping back and looking up as he pointed to the large, relatively flat but three and a half foot wide rock.
Roadbuster obliged as he shifted to flip the rock over, and back into a slightly weathered worn indentation in the earth, showing everyone how the rock had been clearly stepped on and cracked on that side. "Ironhide, e' kicked this ta try and hide that he stepped on it."
Despite themselves, several voices busted out laughing, drawing Tanner's attention to start walking slowly over now as well.
"Yep- hah!" Epps laughed as he grinned, and it felt good to laugh like this for even just a few minutes. "Ironhide... kick the thing to hide the thing. Yeah that's him."
"Did something happen?" Eddie called once close enough, trying to control his breathing as he spotted that Tanner was almost over as well. The big man diverted to check on his friend, reaching out with his left arm. Eddie didn't mind letting Tanner grasp and lean on him, looking a bit paler then that morning with his sudden exercise.
"Possible," Roadbuster said, not bothering to get up yet as he leaned to one side, half kneeling as he braced with his right arm and started to poke around with his left. The humans could feel a buzzing from a more intense, local scan. The Wrecker sat up, green optics staring at a small spot closer to where Jack was standing catching his breath in the heat.
Mongo looked between Jack and Roadbuster, then at the others with something that felt... lifting in his chest, "That... that looks more than a 'possible' thing going on."
"It really does," Epps was perking up hopefully as well, dodging out of the way with the other men as Roadbuster half crawled to the spot.
Jack dodged as he was poked and nudged aside, resting a hand on the grey forearm as Roadbuster started running his claws into the ground. Pushing earth and sand around, searching for a latch, a trigger- an edge of something... The low, half growling sound coming from the mech was rising from a faint background, to louder as he made his own hopeful sound. Roadbuster needed energon, needing fuel and supplies as much as the humans. He couldn't survive on basking and taking shots for long. The half protoformed mech shifted to searched another spot, hoping with thoughts of tools and parts to replace damaged things internally-
Roadbuster's claws caught on something metal in the sand, not a buried rock. Despite having hoped for it and partly expecting, Roadbuster made a startled chirp as he dug his hand down to grasp the lever. "Primus below..."
He looked at the nearest human, Eps was grinning back standing tense with barely repressed energy and hopefully. "Do it big mech."
Roadbuster shifted to be kneeling as he pulled, nearly lifting the lever out of the ground. Everyone jumped as the ground then sank a few feet.
"The frag!" Roadbuster cursed rocking up to his feet, turning to scoop up Tanner into his right hand, following Eddie off the slowly moving… tray? Roadbuster had to step up, aware of two men that hadn't been fast enough to get off the camouflage parts of the hatch way were grabbing onto his legs, riding up to the proper ground level. "Who in there right minds puts the hatch trigger in the middle of the hatch?!"
"Apparently Ironhide dose boss," Jack said jumping off the mech's right leg, peering over the edge of the now opening, his eyes were wide as he too felt the lifting sensation that came with hope.
"The ol' wancker!"
"Amen," Epps said as he checked over Jack and Mongo, and a semi familiar sound of metal and Cybertronian mechanics, the group looked at the now opening. A gaping hole in the landscape like something had just taken an eraser to it, leaving behind the eerie blue-grey and silver colors of Cybertronian alloy.
Roadbuster sent a ping over a short wave Autobot channel then as something pinged back automatically a slow smile started to form. His fangs flashing into view as the mech remotely triggered the hatch way to open, and it did. Unfolding like an alien flower blossom that let cool air rush up to the watchers. The metallic petals spiraling out and up for a moment before they started to fold back into each part. The compacting petals then fitted into the sides of the hatch.
"Basic root-hatch," The mech said leaning to the side over the opening as he boosted Tanner up to his shoulder. He could feel the human scrabble for a moment before getting a hold on the collar ride, and wedging a foot into an armor seam for balance. "The ol' cannon must have used some old scrap ta make this."
"Root-hatches..." Epps frowned a moment, staring at the blackness down the oddly smooth like walls. There was a slight reflection, or refraction of light on the sides of the round shaft, "Wait, was this dug out with that, ah, what's it call... the flash crystal-line mining thing you talked about a few months ago?"
The wrecker slowly crouched down, frowning for a moment as green optics started to critically examine the shaft down as sounds started to echo up, "Aye, it is lad. It's supposed to be used fer softer rock, not these sediment layers. No one touch the walls on the way down." Roadbuster instructed, pointing to the faintly shiny edges, "Don't want tons of sand following us down."
"What?" Eddie asked looking at the other darker man, arching an eyebrow.
"One of the things the bots can do." Epps explained as the humans grouped up beside Roadbuster to wait for the lift to rise. It did sound like a large lift now that the echoes were clearing up. "If I remember right, it's a way that forces a type of crystal to grow, eating the rock up as it's fueled by energon. Leaving behind a residue, or material, that's fragile and then turns to a sand or dust that can be swept up."
"But it's not meant for digging in loose stuff?" Mongo guessed, grasping Roadbuster's leg to anchor himself as he got a good look down the shaft for himself. But not too close to the edge.
"The sides will hold, but not if 'dey get a lot of pressure." Roadbuster stood back up, glancing at the gas station. "We'll 'ave ta fix that..." he muttered the Wrecker accent slipping thicker as he started muttering. The mech motioned at the shaft, "Don't fall in, I'm getting' my launchers an' armor. We're loading everythin' on the lift."
"You got it," Epps nodded, motioning Jack to stay near the lift, "Yell when it's up. Come on let's see if we can help Roadbuster, and get our own supplies. If we get stuck downstairs, I want water at least."
"Yes sir," five voices echoed, ranging from bemused to, mostly, relieved as the group split up partly to start gathering things.
Roadbuster glanced to his side, reaching up to poke Tanner's leg lightly, "Got a hold there lad?" He murmured, tilting his head to just be able to see the thin man out of the corner of his optic.
Tanner looked up, close enough that he could see the lenses behind green optics, "I can, just don't turn your head too fast boss." The man answered as he chuckled, moving to pull himself over closer to the mechs neck. There he would carefully wedge himself between the muscle cables and color ridge. It might be a bit awkward, likely more for the mech then Tanner himself but the man realized it put him out of the way of the activity.
The Wrecker rumbled back, moving to the other side of the gas station, crouching slowly to reach under. Roadbuster grasped the side of the building as he pulled out one of his launchers from under the tarp, a growling grunt escaped from the mech. He pulled it up and into his center of balance, not feeling up to carrying one armed like he used to. "Primus..."
"Won't be long boss," Tanner spoke from his spot after a few minutes, his voice taking a tired edge again despite the small shifting motions to keep balance. He couldn't help the reflex to pat at one of the muscle like cables beside him.
Roadbuster could feel it as he kept a sensor on the human, "Aye... self-surgery is going ta be so fun." But needed, and the mech wasn't going to be shy about grabbing Epps and Mongo to help as well. He turned slightly after setting the second launcher on the raised lift platform, Roadbuster reaching up to lightly poke at Tanner's legs, "An' we'll get ya some more nanites once down there."
"Yaaay," Tanner said in a deadpan, and then leaned forward enough to flip Jake off below when the other man started laughing.
"It's keeping you alive man!" The dark haired man called up, hearing a grumble, shading his eyes as he peered up where Roadbuster was doing a count on his loose armor parts. Some of the smaller bits had been dragged over by the others as well as the supplies.
"Everything all here?" Epps called as he came up to the lift last, with a small box that he had put in some plates, cups and forks. He really didn't want to get stuck underground unprepared, though admittedly the man was really hoping that Ironhide would have thought to leave supplies for possible human allies down in the bolt hole.
"Looks like it Bobby," Mongo said, glancing over to see the other man making a face at the name. Mongo grinned for a moment, "Ready boss?" he called up, standing on the still cool metal of the lift.
Roadbuster rumbled and he paused, looking down to do a head count, pausing as he stared. Then the mech's green optics flashed before he seemed to rolled his optics and helped Tanner down off his shoulder, not admitting in the slightest that he had momentarily forgot that the man had been up there. "...aye …don't touch the walls."
"Yeah, no walls collapsing on our heads." Eddie said rubbing a hand over his head, and made sure he was closer to the center of the lift. The big man moving to stand next to Tanner with Jack on the other side, "Shiiiit..." he muttered as the lift was triggered by the mech standing over the group of humans.
It was an eerie sensation not just standing on the alien metal but watching the surface level starting to rise in an optical illusion. Mongo seemed to give up and sat down for the ride along with Jorge, while Epps was jumping to hang onto Roadbuster's left ankle. The mech was pacing on the platform, rumbling and grumbling more, he wanted energon, wanted to check parts for repairs, wanted his human wreckers safe… The mech glanced up as he himself sank below the line of direct sunlight. The wrecker's growl lowered to a more murmuring sound, thoughtfully as he watched the whole to the surface get further and further away.
Roadbuster sent another ping to trigger the hatch and cover to close, slowly plunging the group into darkness.
"Well, no going back as they say?" Epps voice said once in the dark, he smiled as two lights, head light style came to life above as Roadbuster chuckled.
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