Sky-byte
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Post by Sky-byte on May 29, 2007 18:47:00 GMT -5
He's loyal to a Megatron yes, and to Megatron only, not to some hot-shot Decepticons. Sky-byte tried not to think about the possibility if Megatron was a Decepticon. That would be going too far.
Eagerly he forced out a cheesy laugh, "All friends eh? I do serve Megatron...err, so let me go? Please?" Sky-byte winced as he heard wet woodcrackling and crunching behind him. Whatever intentions these Decepticons held for him, he had no plans for letting them happen. So...just play nice with the shark.
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Post by Demolishor on May 29, 2007 20:19:38 GMT -5
Demolishor raised the optic ridge of his smaller eye, looking over Sky-byte's shoulder at Shrapnel with mixed resignation and confusion. Apparently the wood-eating thing was something he'd just have to live with.
"Unfreeze him, Shrapnel."
He took a step back, letting his arms drop down to his sides. "Megatron's not here, so right now I'm the one in command. We're looking for...well, whoever those other people are. If they're not Decepticons, they'll come find us anyway and I'd rather we find them first. Unless you want to stay here in the mud by yourself."
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Post by Shrapnel on May 29, 2007 21:59:19 GMT -5
The purple beams vanished along with Shrapnel's hold on the Predacon's electrical systems, plunging the swamp back into darkness broken only by the red moon and stars.
The bug himself remained perched on the log and listened to the rustlings of the swamp. Insects were a constant background sound, a high-pitched buzz of wings and calls. The grasses brushed against each other. The tree branches shook, leaves rustling in a stirring breeze. The sky to the east was far darker than to the west, as if something blocked the starlight.
His antlers itched.
Distantly, he heard a rumble of thunder.
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Sky-byte
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Post by Sky-byte on May 29, 2007 22:10:03 GMT -5
He nearly found himself with a face-full of mud as the hold on his body was suddenly released. Flailing for a few moments, Sky-byte finally found his balance and glared fumingly at the large Decepticon tank in front of him. At the mention of Demolisher being in charge, Sky-byte visible bristled, but he managed to keep nothing from leaking out of his too-often loose mouth. "Fine, I'll come with. But don't expect to be making all of my decisions for me!"
Okay, he managed to keep most of his resentment from spilling out. Honestly, that big lout in charge? How well could he hold a position of command? And his little friend? Well, that insect was just plain creepy, if not useful.
"So what's your plan, fearless leader?" he growled, rubbing his elbow furiously. Thunder caused him to pause in his mocking and he blanched. A storm? Lighting? With them standing in knee-deep water? This just spelled disaster. "I propose a plan to get on drier land! What do you say?"
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Post by Demolishor on May 30, 2007 8:02:51 GMT -5
Well, it's not as if Demolishor isn't used to mechs chafing under his command. And 'I'm Megatron's right-hand man' doesn't seem to be cutting it, not when half the people here seemed to lay claim to the same title.
Demolishor points up over a small ridge, where the stark outlines of something far too angular to be mere trees can be seen. "Something up there's got metal in it and it's not moving around. If someone's built something, that means they want people to go in the something, and the people who want to go in the something don't want to get muddy. So there's not going to be any mud there."
He looked extremely proud of himself for making such a logical connection.
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Post by Shrapnel on May 30, 2007 19:54:02 GMT -5
"What if someone tromps mud in, in?" Shrapnel asked as he crawls off his log and through the swamp in the general direction of the structure. "Then there would be mud there, there."
Shrapnel existed to frag with people.
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Sky-byte
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Post by Sky-byte on May 30, 2007 22:27:19 GMT -5
"Let's just get inside, I'd rather not look or feel like a fried circuit board by the end of this day, er, night." Sky-byte grumbled as he began slogging through the mud. He's pretty darn used to mechs chafing under his command as well, only these mechs are quite willing to openly complain and gripe about him in front of the leader...and Megatron only seems to willing to listen.
The clouds and rumbling grew closer and closer. A flash of lighting in the distance broke Sky-byte's patience and he quickly transformed back into his alt-mode. "Last one there cleans all the mud that gets tracked in!" Why should he care about these simpletons? Honestly. With that he shakes himself out of the gunk and moves to take off quickly across the swamp. If the others allow him really.
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Post by Demolishor on May 30, 2007 23:12:12 GMT -5
Demolishor grumbled, stomping slowly through the mud as if this was his plan all along. Unfortunately he was the slowest and largest of the group, and that meant he either held them back or fell behind.
"You go scout ahead," he said to Sky-byte. "And if there's any trouble it'll find you first and you can warn us."
And he was Megatron's proxy, slaggit, and he refused to be left in the mud.
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Post by Shrapnel on May 31, 2007 14:16:56 GMT -5
Shrapnel really... enjoyed thunderstorms. The charge in the air, the flash of lightning, the roll of thunder - it drew him like a mothman to a bonfire. Only he was much less likely to get hurt by what kept pulling him away from the other two Decepticons.
Bombshell had once slyly suggested that he liked thunderstorms more than he liked the other Insecticons. Kickback understood that he really did. After all, thunderstorms didn't try to manipulate Shrapnel's thought processes and emotions.
He only followed the other two reluctantly up to the cover they had spotted, and he kept trying to drop behind Demolishor. If they lost track of him for even a little while...
Well, a thunderstorm could wreak havoc on radios. Every Decepticon knew that. Wink-wink, nudge-nudge, say no more.
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Post by Sky-byte on May 31, 2007 16:33:27 GMT -5
Scout ahead, who did Demolisher think he was anyways? Sky-byte glanced back and saw that the others made no attempt at a chase and frowned. Lucky him to be stuck with the mechs without a sense of humor. But just because they didn't chase after, doesn't mean that he would lessen his speed.
A few seconds later, he found himself wishing that he really had switched gears and slowed down as something snagged very rudely on his tail. He was flung forwards with a large splash and a small impending wave rippling across the murkey surface with enough force for him to impact the semi-solid ground beneath the muddy waters.
Groggily lifting himself from the bottom of the swamp. Sky-byte poked his head above the surface and caught sight of the offending perpatrator: a now neatly clipped wire, torn by his tail end and about as thick as a human wrist, reared obnoxiously out of the water.
"W-what?"
His mind still needed a little more clearing, but what was that thing?
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Post by Demolishor on May 31, 2007 17:17:59 GMT -5
Demolishor was definitely keeping an optic on Shrapnel--his larger optic, in fact. Shrapnel wouldn't have much of an excuse for falling behind him, as the tank was having trouble just getting around all the fallen trees and quickmud.
His foot suddenly landed on something firm and hard, and he jumped slightly before he realized he was standing on metal.
"I think I found the beginning of the stairs or whatever. Come walk over on this bit."
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Post by Shrapnel on Jun 1, 2007 20:56:55 GMT -5
Shrapnel looked up and could just barely pick out another length of the stiff wire Sky-Byte had cut with his tail. The wind shook it differently than tree branches, and it ran horizontal to them anyway.
His gaze followed the line to a pole, then another section of wire running off at a slightly different angle to another pole much farther along. Had he ever seen something like that before? Maybe...
Maybe not. But he could make some good guesses.
"Careful, careful."
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Post by Sky-byte on Jun 1, 2007 21:12:05 GMT -5
Transformed back into robot mode, Sky-byte fought the urge to prod at the wire with his hand, or any other object for that matter. If the wire was what he thought it was...he's had too much experience being electrocuted by power lines thank you very much.
"You don't have to tell me to be careful," he growled back to the Insecticon.
So what would a power line (if it even was a power line) be doing all the way out here in this disgusting swamp? Wait, power line means energy, and harnessed energy means intelligent life-forms. How delightful!
"Do you think it's still activated?"
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Post by Demolishor on Jun 1, 2007 21:43:25 GMT -5
"If it is, it's not going anywhere." Demolishor stomped once on the corroded metal under his foot, then gestured at the broken wire. "Whoever used to be here left a long time ago--whoa!"
The tank stomped again and abruptly sunk into the mud a few more feet. He jerked upward, as if stuck in something. "Although somethin' else is down here." Another jerk, accompanied by the loud sloshing noise of mud slipping into a hole.
"By the way, I need you guys to give over your comm frequencies. Just in case someone falls down the wrong hole and gets lost."
One got the feeling that even if Demolishor didn't care for them personally, he wanted to make sure they stuck together.
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Post by Shrapnel on Jun 2, 2007 14:37:53 GMT -5
The sound of rain hitting the swamp-sludge could be heard, growing more noticeable with every passing moment.
Shrapnel perched just above the surface of the swamp, using his lifters to make himself resemble a water-walker. "Not so long ago, ago. Swamps eat as much as Insecticons."
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