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Take Me Out to the Ball Game
The Predacons continued to explore the coordinates they had been given. In truth, they had long ago found all that there was to find at the site and were more or less waiting around. Rampage had taken upon himself to throw chunks of debris high into the air and swing at them with his thermo-sword. With every swipe, the super-heated blade would easily slice through the piece of debris that had been tossed by the Predacon. Half of the debris would fall to the ground with a melted plop and the other half would soar through the sky. Initially, Headstrong sat with his arms folded and watched Rampage, but the novelty soon wore thin. Headstrong eventually joined in the game, standing fifty meters away and trying to catch the piece of debris that flew from Rampage's swing.
While the pair of Predacons played, Razorclaw lay down in the ruin in his beast mode and waited until Divebomb called out to him.
Divebomb: “I’ve fixed him Razorclaw. Tantrum is online again.”
Without moving anything but the focus of his optics, Razorclaw saw Tantrum stand to his feet rubbing his head. The bull in his warrior mode approached his commander.
Razorclaw: “Got that out of your system?”
Tantrum kept his head low.
Tantrum: “Yeah. I'm good.”
Razorclaw: “Good.”
With no further words, Tantrum turned and sat, idly scraping his electro-sword along the ground. The sound was grating, but Razorclaw ignored it and continued to think. Finally, Divebomb approached him.
Divebomb: “I thought we had a hunt Razorclaw.”
Razorclaw looked up at his colleague but said nothing. The awkward moment led Divebomb to continue.
Divebomb: “We have a scent. We have a trail. What exactly are we waiting for? The prey will only be getting further away.”
Razorclaw spoke while remaining in his beast mode.
Razorclaw: “Megatron has contacted me. We are waiting for Jetstorm.”
Divebomb wore an expression as if he had just witnessed his commander's head spin round in three even rotations.
Divebomb: “Why? We don't need Jetstorm for the hunt.”
Razorclaw: “We need to teach him a lesson. It is Megatron's will.”
Divebomb accepted Razorclaw's rationale with a shrug and cracked his mechanical knuckles.
Divebomb: “Well, we gotta do what we gotta do.”
He jumped into the air and shifted his form to that of an orange and black eagle and took to the sky. Razorclaw continued to wait and think. He had managed to keep one very key point from his followers. The lion had not merely detected one scent to follow but two. He ran the data of the scent through his cerebro-processors but could not find a direct match. There was a close match but it was not identical. Still, he decided to keep this fact to himself for now.
Take Me Out to the Ball Game
The Predacons continued to explore the coordinates they had been given. In truth, they had long ago found all that there was to find at the site and were more or less waiting around. Rampage had taken upon himself to throw chunks of debris high into the air and swing at them with his thermo-sword. With every swipe, the super-heated blade would easily slice through the piece of debris that had been tossed by the Predacon. Half of the debris would fall to the ground with a melted plop and the other half would soar through the sky. Initially, Headstrong sat with his arms folded and watched Rampage, but the novelty soon wore thin. Headstrong eventually joined in the game, standing fifty meters away and trying to catch the piece of debris that flew from Rampage's swing.
While the pair of Predacons played, Razorclaw lay down in the ruin in his beast mode and waited until Divebomb called out to him.
Divebomb: “I’ve fixed him Razorclaw. Tantrum is online again.”
Without moving anything but the focus of his optics, Razorclaw saw Tantrum stand to his feet rubbing his head. The bull in his warrior mode approached his commander.
Razorclaw: “Got that out of your system?”
Tantrum kept his head low.
Tantrum: “Yeah. I'm good.”
Razorclaw: “Good.”
With no further words, Tantrum turned and sat, idly scraping his electro-sword along the ground. The sound was grating, but Razorclaw ignored it and continued to think. Finally, Divebomb approached him.
Divebomb: “I thought we had a hunt Razorclaw.”
Razorclaw looked up at his colleague but said nothing. The awkward moment led Divebomb to continue.
Divebomb: “We have a scent. We have a trail. What exactly are we waiting for? The prey will only be getting further away.”
Razorclaw spoke while remaining in his beast mode.
Razorclaw: “Megatron has contacted me. We are waiting for Jetstorm.”
Divebomb wore an expression as if he had just witnessed his commander's head spin round in three even rotations.
Divebomb: “Why? We don't need Jetstorm for the hunt.”
Razorclaw: “We need to teach him a lesson. It is Megatron's will.”
Divebomb accepted Razorclaw's rationale with a shrug and cracked his mechanical knuckles.
Divebomb: “Well, we gotta do what we gotta do.”
He jumped into the air and shifted his form to that of an orange and black eagle and took to the sky. Razorclaw continued to wait and think. He had managed to keep one very key point from his followers. The lion had not merely detected one scent to follow but two. He ran the data of the scent through his cerebro-processors but could not find a direct match. There was a close match but it was not identical. Still, he decided to keep this fact to himself for now.