by Smokescreen85 » Thu May 26, 2011 7:23 pm
- Motto: ""A look can be deceiving; a touch can be lethal.""
- Weapon: Twin Shoulder-Mounted Rocket Launchers
Bounce Chamber
Long Haul felt the dead weight of Snowcap as the stasis locked mech was loaded into his truck bed. That weight then increased three fold as both Skyjack and Hooligan decided to hop onboard, as well. What am I now, a taxi service? Long Haul thought, having only intended to transport those who were unable to walk by themselves. Alas, a transporter is often taken advantage of in a situation like this by slothful ‘Cons who’d rather let others do the work for them. Perhaps someday he would be seen as more than just an easy ride.
“All right, guys, hang on,” the green dump truck said and suddenly rolled forward and out into the corridors, heading back down towards the repair bay. Long Haul couldn’t go too fast as the weight of his ‘cargo’ didn’t allow for much in the way of speed. However, that didn’t stop him from making a few sharp turns that would be just enough to keep Skyjack and Hooligan from relaxing too much.
Repair Bay
Within the CR chamber, the yellow mech stirred. As his systems slowly came back online one by one, his mind became increasingly more active. His optics were not yet functional, but he began to see things, nevertheless. They were visions within his own sub consciousness of being someplace else. Humans would call these visions dreams, which were something mechanoids seldom experienced and even when they did, such imaginings were written off as simple glitches and then quickly forgotten.
Sometimes, however, such dreams struck a chord with the mech in question and were held on to long after they were over. In this case, it was a dark chord as the place the yellow ‘Con found himself in was empty and desolate, like Cybertron, itself. He was in an empty corridor that seemed to go on forever. At the end of the tunnel was darkness. The racer walked ahead towards the shadows until he could make out two shining lights emanating from the blackness. As he drew closer he realized that those lights were in fact glowing optics.
“Who’s that?! Show yourself!” He demanded, stopping in his tracks. Then the lights moved towards him, finally exposing the owner. “I know you! I re….remember! I remember what you did to me!” The owner of those piercing optics leapt onto him and began tearing his body apart, ripping through his chest plate and trying to pry open the very spark chamber within. “Nooooo! Not again! Noooooo!!! You’re supposed to be an Autobot! You can’t…do this! Get…off…me…” Then the crazed ‘Bot ripped out the yellow mech’s spark and held it up in front of him, an evil smile spreading across his demented face plate. “Nooooooooo……”
“…..oooooo!” Drag Strip screamed as he suddenly awakened inside his CR chamber. He was safe now as the Autobot called Hex was not even on the same ship. It had only been a nightmare, one that would not be easily forgotten. Regardless, the yellow racer jumped forward and began pounding on the door, trying to escape from the claustrophobic chamber as quickly as possible.
Finally, the door slid open and Drag Strip leapt out, falling face first onto the floor. He used his hands and arms to push himself up into a seated position, exhaling heavily as the trepidation of the nightmare still lingered inside him like a nasty rust infection. He soon calmed down, however, regaining his composure as he realized where he was and, more importantly, that there were other ‘Cons in the room who were probably staring at him right now.
******
Long Haul entered the repair bay, carrying the trio of fliers in his truck bed. He quickly drove to the opposite side of the room where the CR chambers were located, passing by Nightraven as he went. The Constructicon came to a sudden halt in front of three empty units. “All right, everybody out! Time to get fixed up so you can fight another day.”
As Long Haul waited for his passengers to disembark, he bore witness to the sight that was Drag Strip escaping from his own CR chamber and falling onto the floor in a panic. This was certainly an unusual sight as the Stunticons were not known to be scared of anything even during the heat of battle against a powerful opponent. They were fearless warriors if not a bit demented.
Long Haul then raised his back section up on an angle, allowing Skyjack, Hooligan and Snowcap to slide harmlessly out of his truck bed. This allowed the green transport to return to robot mode and move to Drag Strip’s side, kneeling down beside him. “You okay, Drag? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.“
“I’m fine,” the yellow Stunticon replied sternly as fear quickly turned to anger at the realization that someone had caught sight of his outburst. The Constructicon was probably not the only one, but he was the first one to respond and therefore was the target of Drag Strip’s frustration. “Just leave me alone. I don’t need your help.” Drag forced himself up to his feet, pushing Long Haul away from him with his hand. The former racer then stormed out of the repair bay, making little to no optical contact with anyone else present.
“Well, that was certainly odd,” Long Haul thought as he turned his attention back to Skyjack, Hooligan and their deactivated companion, Snowcap. The Constructicon walked over and activated three of the closest CR chambers and set their respective repair cycles. “Here ya go, guys. Enjoy the fix and recharge.”
******
Skywarp’s CR chamber door slid open just in time for the seeker to catch a glimpse of Drag Strip’s psychotic episode happening nearby. Unlike Long Haul, however, the teleporter had no intention of helping out the yellow Stunticon as it was way too much fun to watch events unfold as they were. ‘Warp snickered as he watched Drag push the Constructicon away and storm out of the room like a human child throwing a temper tantrum. What could have caused such an outburst was a mystery, one that the prankster could care less about unraveling.
Skywarp stepped out into the open repair bay and examined himself to make sure the CR unit had done its job properly. His wing was fixed like new as was the damage the rest of him had sustained during the prolonged battle within their now destroyed Earth base. The recharge he had received had filled his fuel cells to optimum levels. Although, it was still not as satisfying as how real energon made him feel.
The black and purple seeker then turned to his left and finally spotted Nightraven sitting next to his empty CR chamber. Having been previously distracted by Drag Strip's comical display, he had not noticed the femme seeker right away. “Well well, this is certainly a surprise. I didn’t expect to see you out here keeping watch over me. It was only a banged up wing and some dents, you know, nothing serious.” Skywarp then noticed the strange look on her face plate. She hadn’t yet spoken to him, but he could tell that something was amiss. “Is everything okay, Nighty? You seem uneasy about something. Is there anything I can do?”