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More than a wee bit proud of this sample.
Falling.
Someone was screaming next to him- a flash of red, Terrorsaur.
The heat rose, almost a physical force as it intensified, his armor weakening under the strain.
Time slowed, Scorponok pinwheeled his arms, as if he would change bodytype in a miracle, but not even Terrorsaur was able to escape the fall and the heat.
Just as his alerts were screeching, and his armor starting to melt there was a flash.
In milliseconds, his surroundings transformed from sure death to- a floor?
Scorponok reset his optics and checked his alerts and readings. Everything was fine, nothing above normal, and only his energy levels were below the preferred range, which was normal, for him. He paused for a brief second before slowly pushing himself up from his sprawl face-down on the slightly moving floor.
It looked like nothing more than an older version of a transport vehicle. Scorponok reset his optics again, and then pushed himself up to his feet. A brief check of his chassis showed that he wasn’t even scorched, which was worrying. Either he had lost quite a bit of time, or… He snapped his claws open, deploying his cyberbee down one direction of the transport vehicle, then turned to head down the other way, the claw with his missiles held out before him.
Falling.
Someone was screaming next to him- a flash of red, Terrorsaur.
The heat rose, almost a physical force as it intensified, his armor weakening under the strain.
Time slowed, Scorponok pinwheeled his arms, as if he would change bodytype in a miracle, but not even Terrorsaur was able to escape the fall and the heat.
Just as his alerts were screeching, and his armor starting to melt there was a flash.
In milliseconds, his surroundings transformed from sure death to- a floor?
Scorponok reset his optics and checked his alerts and readings. Everything was fine, nothing above normal, and only his energy levels were below the preferred range, which was normal, for him. He paused for a brief second before slowly pushing himself up from his sprawl face-down on the slightly moving floor.
It looked like nothing more than an older version of a transport vehicle. Scorponok reset his optics again, and then pushed himself up to his feet. A brief check of his chassis showed that he wasn’t even scorched, which was worrying. Either he had lost quite a bit of time, or… He snapped his claws open, deploying his cyberbee down one direction of the transport vehicle, then turned to head down the other way, the claw with his missiles held out before him.