(Flashback)Dreaming of Robotic Crickets-Closed
Sept 23, 2012 16:33:29 GMT -5
Post by bob on Sept 23, 2012 16:33:29 GMT -5
Scuttering over some old Decepticon ships, Bob was doing his best to resist the call, the Insecticon had come as far as his home territory but he was struggling to fight off the cascading error signals that demanded him go into stasis-lock, at least until ordered otherwise. Stumbling and bumbling around on his six legs, the massive beetle was having a hard time keeping his vision from swimming, his optics flared and flickered as he could feel the stasis taking hold on his internal systems. There was little he could do about a root-admin level order, only two bots had the raw power to enact such a thing, the first was his distant creator Shockwave and the other the Insecticon Queen Arachnid.
Bob managed to find a ship that didn't seem quite as old, clinging on to the thruster he dug his talons in and finally felt his processor yielding to the lock. The dim lug could see flashes of the sparklings, his sparklings, the ones he left behind with the neutrals, he had no idea what would become of the little group of orphans without his protection. Thankfully Bob did not had the needed mental agility to think that far ahead, so the gilt was fleeting at most as his body began to lock up. Finally his spark's pulse began to slow into a crawl and the lock was complete, leaving the Insecticon little more then a rather odd decal in the ship. However, little did Bob know that the ship was not quite as lifeless as it seemed. As soon as it was fueled and fully loaded it took off to do battle with the Ark in the coldness of space.
Either through shear luck or a quirk of fate, it seemed that the only kind Insecticon in recorded history was headed for a new planet, one not quite as bleak as his home-world...Earth.
Bob managed to find a ship that didn't seem quite as old, clinging on to the thruster he dug his talons in and finally felt his processor yielding to the lock. The dim lug could see flashes of the sparklings, his sparklings, the ones he left behind with the neutrals, he had no idea what would become of the little group of orphans without his protection. Thankfully Bob did not had the needed mental agility to think that far ahead, so the gilt was fleeting at most as his body began to lock up. Finally his spark's pulse began to slow into a crawl and the lock was complete, leaving the Insecticon little more then a rather odd decal in the ship. However, little did Bob know that the ship was not quite as lifeless as it seemed. As soon as it was fueled and fully loaded it took off to do battle with the Ark in the coldness of space.
Either through shear luck or a quirk of fate, it seemed that the only kind Insecticon in recorded history was headed for a new planet, one not quite as bleak as his home-world...Earth.