A slice of Eye-Fire's history.

[Eye-fire]

Heres something that I've typed up, its just a story about one of the adventures that Eye-Fire had while he was still on Cybertron. More to follow. Maybe.

Comments/criticism/reviews/blood for the blood god/whatever welcome.
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Eye-Fire was bored. He was so bored in fact that he had pulled the head off a dead Autobot, and had turned it into a macabre hand puppet. He was also chatting to a fellow Decepticon, Long Range, who was stationed back at base.

Eye-Fire, for reasons he can’t fathom, has been posted to keep an eye-out over the Southern harbor mouth. He suspects it has to do with accidently clipping his commander’s shoulder when the fool decided to melee with his target after he fired, but he can’t be sure. The reasons he can’t fathom are that the Southern harbor mouth is not only tightly in Decepticon control, but the entire place is also one huge chemical and radioactive wasteland, its suicide to move through it. Eye-Fire has actually put himself half a kilometer away atop a defunct broadcasting tower, and he’s still going to probably have to go into decontamination chamber after he reports back.

“Now what I don’t get.” Eye-Fire says mentally, speaking to Long Range over his radio, “Is why Commander Shell Shock has instituted this new wave sweeps and raids along this southern perimeter, my own assignment here being the most ludicrous of the lot.”

“Hey, what happened to the Eye-Fire that always follows his orders? Has all that radiation down there corrupted your programming?” Came the reply from Long Range, who was an artillery unit and as such usually didn’t have to go very far from base to be useful in a fight. He spoke with a deep voice, with a hint of growl.

“Ha. I have to follow the order, but that doesn’t mean that I can’t question it, which I’m only doing because of the blatant waste of time that this is. I’d be of more use shoveling scrap into a smelting pool than I am out here. There’s just nothing to shoot.” Eye-Fire replied in his own more moderate voice.

“Oh, you never know. Somebody may try to move through that sector.”

“It’d probably be more fun not to shoot them, and just watch as they melt away. This ‘bot whose head I’m holding was missing his one leg, and it looked like it was melted off before he crawled out of he harbor, and it’s not hard to spot the corroded shells of others who tried.”

“You’re holding an Autobots head?” Long range dead panned.

“ Yeah, I pulled out the rust circuitry and turned it into a hand puppet. I’m going to call him Idiot.”

“Idiot?”

“Because he tried to walk through the chemical horror that is the harbor.” Eye-Fire replied as he drummed his fingers on one of the Broadcasting towers dishes, his single, unemotional optic whirring as he zooms in to get a better look at an interesting corpse.

There was silence for a while; Eye-Fire assumed that Long Range had either been called away to actually do something or that he’d fallen over and couldn’t get up, which isn’t entirely as comical or ridiculous as it sounds. Although he looked quite sturdy in robot mode, and he was, the placement of the huge barrel of his artillery cannon mode meant that if he fell over, he wasn’t getting back up without help, it was just way too heavy.

“Sorry about that, I just got a message from dispatch to move down your way, they spoke of something moving in your direction. I’ll be over there in five minutes, assuming Hot Drop actually puts me down in the right place this time. ” Long range finally replied. Hot Drop was a Transport VTOL craft that specialized in combat drops, though he had a reputation as being bad at following co-ordinates, so he also specialized in dropping his ‘cargo’ off target.

“I’ll keep an eye out for you, and stay well out of the way of any odd looking liquids, the gases most of these puddles give of is corrosive” Eye-Fire warned Long range. With that he put ‘hand puppet’ to one side and stood up to get a better view f the area, he was sure intel had goofed, or somebody was making up stories. Nothing could survive coming through here unless it could fly, and if it could, why were they deploying Long Range? He was no good against aerial units.

“This is Seeker patrol Diamond F 14, were currently chasing what appears to be some kind of animal through Sector 12-35 and into 12-36, all units in the area be advised that this thing is dangerous, and is able to throw or spit some acidic substance. We-“ The radio broadcast that Eye-Fire began to receive cut off as suddenly as it had started.

Eye-Fire quickly turned to his right, the direction of 12-35. He was currently in 12-36, and was amzed that anything would actually come this way. But this amazement was edged by dread as he wondered what cut the seeker off so suddenly. After quickly scanning the skies, he saw something red colored falling to the ground, with other shapes that had probably been in formation peeling out of formation and turning back.

Leaning forward, a almost pointless action, his optics whirred again as he zoomed in on the falling red shape. Anger rushed over him as he saw what it was. A seeker, probably the one who was making the radio broadcast, had half his body melted away. Eye-Fire quickly looked down, and spotted what did it.

It certainly wasn’t Cybertronian, but calling it an animal might be a stretch. It resembled nothing so much as a sack on three long legs, with eyes dotting its surface; he could also see what looked like small tubes that sprouted from it in all directions.

The feeling of anger quickly subsided in Eye-Fire, and was instead replaced by a cold calculating demeanor as his mind worked to think about how to kill this thing. Though he wouldn’t notice it, there was also something else, a cruelly joyful warmth that tinged his thoughts.

He was going to get to kill something today.

[Thundercracker]

Wow, I loved this! Great job!

[Swerve]

Not bad. Could use a little proofreading in places, but I like the setting and tone. It's a nice little snippet and an interesting look at Eye-Fire's past. I'm kinda curious about the monster thing.

[Rodimus Prime]

Hmm. Interesting. An escaped Transorganic, maybe?

[Eye-fire]

Eye-Fire weighed up his choices. The creature was currently outside of his kill range, though his blasts could carry far enough, they'd have lost too much power to do anything other than hurt and annoy this thing.
On the other hand, if he didn't do anything it would most likely escape. Long range was still in transit and the only other reinforcements were the seeker patrol that had turned and ran, and they were unlikely to come back.

His only option then, was to try and draw the beast towards him and hope that when it came within range that he could then kill it. Failing that, he'd have to try and give Long Range enough time to set up and then hose this thing with artillery bombardment. Eye-Fire had the morbid suspicion that if it came to that, he'd most likely be in the blast zone.

Transforming into his rifle mode, full sized as there was no need to waste excess energon, Eye-Fire sighted the creature as it pulled itself out of a shallow crater filled with sludge, and fired.
The purple bolt exploded out of Eye-Fire's barrel, throwing himself upwards and backwards with the recoil, but Eye-Fire was almost immediately back into position.

He watched as the bolt arced along a perfect trajectory. Then as it entered the putrid green mist that rose up out of the chemical swamp, something unexpected happened. If Eye-Fire had eyes to narrow in puzzlement, he would have.
The bolt, after entering the mist, appeared to leave a trail behind it as if it was bleeding energy.

As it struck the beast, Eye-Fire's suspicions were proved. It did even less damage than it should have, the thing only stopping for a few seconds as if puzzled more than hurt.
The chemical haze was interacting with his projectiles in some hitherto undocumented fashion, and Eye-Fire didn't know whether this would only affect his shots or everyones. It would be the former with his luck.

Eye-Fire floated away from his perch, he'd have to get close to the thing if he wanted to get its attention. This of course meant going closer to the fumes which would most likely burn of his outer plating before making soup of his electronics, but he'd have to risk it.
He got to a quarter kilometer away, and he could already feel it. It was like being somewhere very humid, except his air intakes were starting to complain about the extra filtering they had to do. He also had a sneaking suspicion a film was slowly building up on his optic.

Aiming carefully, which isn't easy when you get the feeling that you need to get something out your eye, he fired again.
Watching the bolt carefully to see if it was affected again, he hoped that he had made right range calculations. He really didn't want to go deeper into this horrible wasteland.

The bolt left a trail again as it entered the cloud, but this time struck with the right amount of force and explosive power to attract the creatures attention in the right direction. It turned, facing the direction Eye-Fire was, and loosed something that sounded like a very wet and gurgly roar.

Now Eye-Fire had its attention. The next step would be killing it and not becoming so much corroded metal and sludge at the same time.

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Part two. Its coming along very slowly because I keep being unhappy with what I've put down and deleting the whole lot.

[Eye-fire]

Eye-Fire rounded a corner at a sprint as he lost his footing by stepping in a puddle of slippery gunk that he hadn't noticed, which was understandable as he was running for his life from the acidic monster that was now chasing him.
Planting his one hand on the pitted metallic surface in front of him, he engaged his antigravs in his legs to help carry them over his body so he could right himself from the fall while still moving.
His quick reflexes saved his life as a spurt of acid landed on the ground where he would have fallen and began to eat its way into the metal that made up the ground.

It was during these moments where he really needed his antigravitic systems that he thanked whoever in the Decepticons had decided to raid the facility he was being built at. he wouldn't even want to think about how he would have survived this long without the ability to just fly away.
Now completely upside down, Eye-Fire engaged antigravs on his entire body. Raising his right arm and steading it with his left he changed his hand into his trusty blaster cannon and fired at the monster as he 'skated' down the street backwards.

The bolts struck the bloated upper body of the Acid Spewer, the name Eye-Fire had given it, and again did little real damage other than a couple of scorch marks on its hideous mottled yellow skin. The Spewer reared up on its hind legs and released another gout of acid which Eye-Fire narrowly avoided by flipping to his left and back onto his feet.
Choosing not to stand around and ineffectually blast its amazingly tough skin, he took off at a sprint again down a side street.

Activating his radio as he hurdled over a low wall, he contacting Hot Drop who was meant to have put Long Range into position ten minutes ago.

//Hot Drop, where the hell are you? Where the hell is Long Range? Are you going to wait until I'm dead to drop him off in range?// Eye-Fire frantically broadcast as he hurdled another wall and then slammed himself down into the dirt as acid flew over his prone form.

//Well ye see, funny thing happened while I was flying over to yer position. This huge magentic storm just suddenly developed in the sky and threw all my instruments off an'-// Hot Drop responded but was suddenly cut off.

//The idiot means that he read the map wrong agian and had somehow thrown his GPS systems off. he's fixed it, or so he claims, and we should be about another ten minutes unless he decides to make another course adjustment and crash us into a mountain.// Came the voice of Long Range who sounded if anything more angry than Eye-Fire did. His tone implied that he and Hot Drop would have a long and uncomfortable talk when this was all done.

Ten minutes. I've got to lead this thing which can slag me with one hit on a wild nano-goose chase for another ten minutes.
These were the thoughts that raced through Eye-Fire's mind as he scrambled to get up as he heard the stomping of the Acid Spewer came dangerously close.
Hearing another gurgling roar which he had come to dread Eye-Fire looked over his shoulder as he pushed himself onto his knees.
The beast had already caught up to him, and had now decided to flatten this irritating little metal thing which wouldn't die. One of its three long and muscular legs struck out and caught Eye-Fire in the back.

The force of the blow sent him flying for about thirty meters before he hit the ground and skidded to a halt. He tried to get up agian, but something akin to shellshock from being hit that hard set in and made his movements sluggish. It loomed over him again, Eye-Fire looking on with optics still shaken and unable to come into focus, turning everything into a slow motion blur as it raised another leg to stomp him into the ground.

Instinct took over where clear thought was missing, and he rolled to his left as the foot crashed beside him. He shakily raised his blaster cannon again as he resigned himself to getting one final shot off before becoming metallic paste.

Suddenly the scream of seeker engines filled his ears and he saw laser blasts impact on the side of the Acid Spewer, which seemed to be pushed by the sheer intensity of the blasts striking it. A couple of missiles struck it, and it finally toppled over as gunk spewed from a hole punctured in its skin by the missiles.

//This is Seeker patrol Charlie Foxtrot 5, Your friends said you could use some help. They'll be here in about 2 minutes.// Came the voice of a seeker over broadband as they broke formation to turn around and strafe the still flailing monster again.

//What?// Was the only reply that Eye-Fire could think of as he felt himself getting up unsteadily.

//You'll figure it out. We can only stick around for another pass, so I suggest you get out of there or kill it quick.//

Eye-Fire did his equivalent of blinking, and the mist that had clogged his mind cleared, as did his vision. Damage warnings finally screamed their way past everything else that had been fighting to get his attention, but they were unimportant.
Eye-Fire leapt up into the air and transformed into his rifle mode. He'd now see exactly how tough this damned thing was.

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Pt 3. There are probably enough grammatical errors to choke Unicron, but....