The Energon Pub

[grayj74]

Gripping his rifle tight in his hands the Autobot named Triphammer ran at a steady clip, dodging around corners, jumping over ancient craters that scarred the cybertronian landscape. Finally after a few cycles he came to a stop. The alarm that went out was one of desperation, the sounds that could be heard were of absolute terror. Screams of dying mechanoids still rang in his head as well as the sounds of heavy rifle fire mixed with the heavy thump thump thump of concussion grenades exploding. Now he knew what the panic was all about, but he was far to late to offer any assistance. His optics nearly exploded in his head as he looked upon the grisly slaughter that lay spread out before him. Autobot carcasess lay scattered and broken strewn about the landscape like leaves blown on the wind. In the distance he could make out the enormous form of Menasor disappear beyond the horizon. A whole squad of Autobot warriors reduced to scrap in mere minutes.