Ep0 - "Told ya" - Open
Dec 11, 2011 20:09:18 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2011 20:09:18 GMT -5
“Okay, just run out, get the thing, and come right back,” rumbled Bulkhead, clearly having developed a slight case of June Darby-ism in the last few day.
It was not really in Bulkhead’s nature to fret. He just wasn’t built for it, but lately things had gotten a bit… well, worth worrying about. In less than a week both Bumblebee and Bluestreak had been initially attacked by Cons. Ray Clancy, Bluestreak’s human pal, nearly bit it at Barricade’s psycho claws and Blaster had been dinged up protecting both him and the Sniper bot. It was probably personal bias but seeing Bumblebee torn open in the desert hadn’t done anything for his moral and Blue was still all dinged and dented. The new human, Ray, still was looking far to squishy for his liking… all the humans were lately.
Apparently, Ray's truck was out in the desert some where and he wanted to get it. The Low Jack in the car gave them its exact coordinate to drop them right beside it but it seemed like every time a Bot went out these days they got fragged or adopted a fragging Decepticon. Bumblebee and Shadow were still hanging around that data bot, Sniper, who (as far as he could tell) was still just venting glitched out gibberish. He revved impatiently.
“Bluestreak, you take longer than three minutes, I’m out there to just tow the fragging thing. Get me?”
It was not really in Bulkhead’s nature to fret. He just wasn’t built for it, but lately things had gotten a bit… well, worth worrying about. In less than a week both Bumblebee and Bluestreak had been initially attacked by Cons. Ray Clancy, Bluestreak’s human pal, nearly bit it at Barricade’s psycho claws and Blaster had been dinged up protecting both him and the Sniper bot. It was probably personal bias but seeing Bumblebee torn open in the desert hadn’t done anything for his moral and Blue was still all dinged and dented. The new human, Ray, still was looking far to squishy for his liking… all the humans were lately.
Apparently, Ray's truck was out in the desert some where and he wanted to get it. The Low Jack in the car gave them its exact coordinate to drop them right beside it but it seemed like every time a Bot went out these days they got fragged or adopted a fragging Decepticon. Bumblebee and Shadow were still hanging around that data bot, Sniper, who (as far as he could tell) was still just venting glitched out gibberish. He revved impatiently.
“Bluestreak, you take longer than three minutes, I’m out there to just tow the fragging thing. Get me?”