Cliffjumper does not approve of this situation, this practice log, or his companions.
This had to be a slagging joke. Revving his engine in annoyance, Cliffjumper glared at the walls, ceiling and floor of the tunnel he were walking through with narrow optics. If this was supposed to be a joke, he certainly wasn't laughing. Stuck? Inside a fragging energy dome because apparently the local Autobots couldn't take care of some unicronian zealot of a Seeker?
And now he was stuck, inside of this 'containment dome', with an unknown number of hostiles, haywire transwarp rifts and only himself and whoever else either already had or could be dragged here? What. the. slag.
He hadn't been finished with the inverse, evil Autobots! And especially not with the huge glitch of a bug that called himself Optimus Prime. Cliffjumper ignored his revving engine and the sputter of static he couldn't wholly control, and gave another stare to the corridor he was having to follow up to the surface. It looked pretty standard, a maintenance corridor with a row of lights near the floor, and another halfway up the wall, keeping a constant low light while brightening as he passed. When he passed a set of doors that, if open, would have made the corridor to an intersection here, Cliffjumper realized things were screwed up down here, too. The glyphs on the sign to the right indicated it ought to lead to a storage room in the Kalis Primary Energon Reserves Control facility, while the sign by the left door indicated it should lead to a repainting room that, Cliffjumper thought, if he remembered his dialects right, would be located in Kaon.
Yep, he was neither in his own dimension, on Earth or Cybertron, or on the mirrorverse Cybertron anymore. Not even that place jumbled together cities like that...
And now he was stuck, inside of this 'containment dome', with an unknown number of hostiles, haywire transwarp rifts and only himself and whoever else either already had or could be dragged here? What. the. slag.
He hadn't been finished with the inverse, evil Autobots! And especially not with the huge glitch of a bug that called himself Optimus Prime. Cliffjumper ignored his revving engine and the sputter of static he couldn't wholly control, and gave another stare to the corridor he was having to follow up to the surface. It looked pretty standard, a maintenance corridor with a row of lights near the floor, and another halfway up the wall, keeping a constant low light while brightening as he passed. When he passed a set of doors that, if open, would have made the corridor to an intersection here, Cliffjumper realized things were screwed up down here, too. The glyphs on the sign to the right indicated it ought to lead to a storage room in the Kalis Primary Energon Reserves Control facility, while the sign by the left door indicated it should lead to a repainting room that, Cliffjumper thought, if he remembered his dialects right, would be located in Kaon.
Yep, he was neither in his own dimension, on Earth or Cybertron, or on the mirrorverse Cybertron anymore. Not even that place jumbled together cities like that...