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Iron Eagle
Over the landscape formerly known as the Dead End, the massive metallic eagle designated Divebomb soared majestically through the sky. Smoke still lingered in the air, swirling to the sky from the smoldering wreckage below. Divebomb seemed gleeful as he occasionally loop-de-looped through the smokey ringlets that had formed high above.
On the surface below, Divebomb's brethren, better known collectively as the Predacons, barreled over the metallic landscape. Four armoured steel beasts, a vicious tiger, a powerful rhino, a terrifying bull and a rampaging lion, strode vigilantly to their target. Not all of Divebomb's ground-based colleagues were thrilled about the frantic pace. The armoured rhinoceros named Headstrong, as stubborn as his name would suggest, felt no shame in voicing his frustration to his leader.
Headstrong: “For slag's sake Razorclaw, why don't we just fly if we're gonna run this fast? I can't keep up like this!”
The lion named Razorclaw, the shrewd commander of the Predacon sub-group, answered the rhino through a clenched jaw.
Razorclaw: “We need to stay on the ground for better sensory exploration Headstrong. I know what I'm doing.”
Headstrong snorted and stopped abruptly, digging his hooves into the metallic ground.
Headstrong: “You and Rampage have the sensor array to take care of that crap Razorclaw. I'm flyin'.”
The metal rhino transformed and leapt to the sky, able to fly in his warrior mode. He looked down at his bull-shaped counterpart.
Headstrong: “Stop being a fruit and come on Tantrum!”
Tantrum looked quickly to Razorclaw and then slammed on the brakes as well.
Tantrum: “This is stupid. I'm not flying and I'm not running. I'm walking.”
Razorclaw stopped and in turn so did his tiger-shaped colleague Rampage. He they turned to face Tantrum who snorted defiantly at the pair.
Tantrum: “If you're gonna try to mean-mug me, I'm not even gonna walk!”
Razorclaw felt rage flood his circuits at the blatant disrespect shown from his teammates. His red optics narrowed to intimidating slits.
Razorclaw: “We have been given a job Tantrum. A job by Megatron. I will not have our team fail and insolence will not be tolerated.”
Tantrum responded with another snort, steam and lubricant bursting from his nostrils. His front feet began to dig into the ground, ready to charge. An excited cry from high above pulled the pair of Predacons from the intensity of the moment.
Headstrong: “Hey fruits! Divebomb's found something! Stop yankin' your circuits and let's go!”
Razorclaw, always one to acknowledge the importance of business before pleasure, roared immediately and leapt towards Headstrong's indication. Rampage followed but Tantrum was less than accommodating. He transformed and bellowed at his commander.
Tantrum: “Get back over here Razorclaw! I'm not done with you!”
Razorclaw and the other Predacons ignored Tantrum's rage and raced towards Headstrong who was now standing proud on the smokey surface at their destination. Divebomb, also in warrior mode, was at his side.
Headstrong: “Who needs fruity sensor arrays when you've got the advantage of an eye in the sky, right Divebomb?”
Divebomb smiled and began to look around the site, picking through the debris on the ground. It appeared that the site was once a dwelling of some sort. Divebomb could not make heads or tails of most of the scattered debris in the area but there were some identifiable items that would indicate a home of sorts. Divebomb looked at Headstrong and shrugged.
Divebomb: “Someone lived here I guess. Weird. I thought the Vehicons had run all the locals out ages ago.”
Headstrong: “Guess they missed somethin'. Cybertron's a big place.”
Razorclaw and Rampage joined their colleagues in the debris. The tiger reverted to his warrior form but Razorclaw inhaled sharply through his olfactory sensors. A look of disgust instantly overtook his lion features and Headstrong nodded proudly.
Headstrong: “Yup. That was me. Silent but violent.”
Rampage: “You're disgusting. Hey look! A tv!”
Rampage ran over to a shattered television and tried in vain to piece it together.
Razorclaw explored the strewn debris with his nose to the ground and Headstrong chuckled.
Headstrong: “Heh heh. Hey guys, Razorclaw is giving the ground a pugging like it's nobody's business!”
Divebomb chuckled at Headstrong's playful jab while Rampage tried in vain to piece the broken parts of the shattered television together, Razorclaw ignored his mob and snarled.
Razorclaw: “Can you not smell it?”
Headstrong wafted the air from his nose and scrunched his face.
Headstrong: “Of course we can smell it, heh heh.”
Razorclaw flicked his head towards the inappropriate Headstrong. The diamonds in the lion's eyes silenced the rhino and Headstrong knew he had pushed his commander too far.
Razorclaw: “Silence fool! I have found... prey.”
All heads turned to the sudden incoming sound of pounding metal hooves.
Tantrum: “So have I!”
Iron Eagle
Over the landscape formerly known as the Dead End, the massive metallic eagle designated Divebomb soared majestically through the sky. Smoke still lingered in the air, swirling to the sky from the smoldering wreckage below. Divebomb seemed gleeful as he occasionally loop-de-looped through the smokey ringlets that had formed high above.
On the surface below, Divebomb's brethren, better known collectively as the Predacons, barreled over the metallic landscape. Four armoured steel beasts, a vicious tiger, a powerful rhino, a terrifying bull and a rampaging lion, strode vigilantly to their target. Not all of Divebomb's ground-based colleagues were thrilled about the frantic pace. The armoured rhinoceros named Headstrong, as stubborn as his name would suggest, felt no shame in voicing his frustration to his leader.
Headstrong: “For slag's sake Razorclaw, why don't we just fly if we're gonna run this fast? I can't keep up like this!”
The lion named Razorclaw, the shrewd commander of the Predacon sub-group, answered the rhino through a clenched jaw.
Razorclaw: “We need to stay on the ground for better sensory exploration Headstrong. I know what I'm doing.”
Headstrong snorted and stopped abruptly, digging his hooves into the metallic ground.
Headstrong: “You and Rampage have the sensor array to take care of that crap Razorclaw. I'm flyin'.”
The metal rhino transformed and leapt to the sky, able to fly in his warrior mode. He looked down at his bull-shaped counterpart.
Headstrong: “Stop being a fruit and come on Tantrum!”
Tantrum looked quickly to Razorclaw and then slammed on the brakes as well.
Tantrum: “This is stupid. I'm not flying and I'm not running. I'm walking.”
Razorclaw stopped and in turn so did his tiger-shaped colleague Rampage. He they turned to face Tantrum who snorted defiantly at the pair.
Tantrum: “If you're gonna try to mean-mug me, I'm not even gonna walk!”
Razorclaw felt rage flood his circuits at the blatant disrespect shown from his teammates. His red optics narrowed to intimidating slits.
Razorclaw: “We have been given a job Tantrum. A job by Megatron. I will not have our team fail and insolence will not be tolerated.”
Tantrum responded with another snort, steam and lubricant bursting from his nostrils. His front feet began to dig into the ground, ready to charge. An excited cry from high above pulled the pair of Predacons from the intensity of the moment.
Headstrong: “Hey fruits! Divebomb's found something! Stop yankin' your circuits and let's go!”
Razorclaw, always one to acknowledge the importance of business before pleasure, roared immediately and leapt towards Headstrong's indication. Rampage followed but Tantrum was less than accommodating. He transformed and bellowed at his commander.
Tantrum: “Get back over here Razorclaw! I'm not done with you!”
Razorclaw and the other Predacons ignored Tantrum's rage and raced towards Headstrong who was now standing proud on the smokey surface at their destination. Divebomb, also in warrior mode, was at his side.
Headstrong: “Who needs fruity sensor arrays when you've got the advantage of an eye in the sky, right Divebomb?”
Divebomb smiled and began to look around the site, picking through the debris on the ground. It appeared that the site was once a dwelling of some sort. Divebomb could not make heads or tails of most of the scattered debris in the area but there were some identifiable items that would indicate a home of sorts. Divebomb looked at Headstrong and shrugged.
Divebomb: “Someone lived here I guess. Weird. I thought the Vehicons had run all the locals out ages ago.”
Headstrong: “Guess they missed somethin'. Cybertron's a big place.”
Razorclaw and Rampage joined their colleagues in the debris. The tiger reverted to his warrior form but Razorclaw inhaled sharply through his olfactory sensors. A look of disgust instantly overtook his lion features and Headstrong nodded proudly.
Headstrong: “Yup. That was me. Silent but violent.”
Rampage: “You're disgusting. Hey look! A tv!”
Rampage ran over to a shattered television and tried in vain to piece it together.
Razorclaw explored the strewn debris with his nose to the ground and Headstrong chuckled.
Headstrong: “Heh heh. Hey guys, Razorclaw is giving the ground a pugging like it's nobody's business!”
Divebomb chuckled at Headstrong's playful jab while Rampage tried in vain to piece the broken parts of the shattered television together, Razorclaw ignored his mob and snarled.
Razorclaw: “Can you not smell it?”
Headstrong wafted the air from his nose and scrunched his face.
Headstrong: “Of course we can smell it, heh heh.”
Razorclaw flicked his head towards the inappropriate Headstrong. The diamonds in the lion's eyes silenced the rhino and Headstrong knew he had pushed his commander too far.
Razorclaw: “Silence fool! I have found... prey.”
All heads turned to the sudden incoming sound of pounding metal hooves.
Tantrum: “So have I!”