The spinning saw made ear-piercing noises as it was brought closer to the paranoiac’s fearful face. It was a circular saw, that looked noticeably worn out from repeated use. “I guess I’ll have to convince you!” Starscream smirked as he pulled one of the torture devices off the wall. Being trapped in the base of his enemies was making his naturally paranoid nature worse. In his head, the security chief could not help but consider the possibility that someone in the Autobot ranks had sold him out. See where I’m going with this?” “I refuse to help scum like you!” Red Alert snapped. “You’re the Autobot’s Security Director! You have information on the security systems of all Autobot bases throughout the galaxy. “Why didn’t you just kill me?” Red Alert inquired. “Hello, Autobot!” Starscream exclaimed with a faux-friendly demeanor. The security director was startled by the sound of footsteps that seemed to be getting closer, until he was face to face with the Decepticon who captured him. There were racks of equally energon-coated “tools,” which seemed to be instruments of torture. The walls were dyed pink with dried energon. His vision started to clear, revealing a horrible sight. The last thing he remembered was being attacked by Starscream at the base. His vision was still out of focus, but he could already tell he was no longer at his post at the Autobot outpost. Red Alert strained to open his cyan optics. with all thoughts circulating in his rampant processors, there would be no way to avoid stasis projections. Rather aggressively abandoning the reoccurring thought of Arcee, Wheeljack leaned back onto his outstretched servos, resisting the urge to recharge. The last thing he needed was to be infatuated in the middle of the war. But his spark had an answer to such question, one that the carefree mech spent avoiding.

Rather is was admiration or attraction, Wheeljack wasn’t mentally sure. Something that Wheeljack was subconsciously aware of at most times as of late. The sight of it made the mech glad he wasn’t spending another evening alone out there, and instead in the company of his allies and Bulkhead.īut lately, another Cybertronian had been revisiting his thoughts ever since arriving on earth. With his cerulean blue optics now averted from the vast beauty of the night sky, they instead settled on the seemingly endless view of the desert surrounding the base. The current aching of his disheartened spark only spurred his dislike further. Wheeljack had always despised confronting his negative feelings, and probably always would. All the reminiscing left the mech in a rather sentimental mood, and he didn’t appreciate it in the slightest. With a rather careless grunt, Wheeljack lifted the bulk of his back off the roof of the Autobot base, legs stretching out further as he rolled his shoulders. The sky currently looked so similar to Cybertron’s. however, this particular evening didn’t seem so unsavory. Nighttime wasn’t the mech’s favorite time of day. The vast, rich crepuscular colours of earth’s evening sky casted a hazy reflection against anything beneath its vastness including the ivory paint coating Wheeljack’s sleek armour. Let's rev up and roll out!' He says out from his fierce battle cry and transforms in vehicle mode before speeding out first through the open space bridge in which Fixit had helped him on activating it, being later followed as usual by the rest of his team. Hearing this, Bumblebee quickly turns his head to Sideswipe, Strongarm, Grimlock and Drift and smiled at them. Until now! Fixit on one day reported to the mechanics about an incoming signal of a fugitive Decepticon over few meters from Jasper. Sure, both him and the rest of his own team have even once got in a place quite similar to Jasper but in all truth he didn't dare to go further because of his own duties in capturing the Cons. The poor Autobot Elite Guard/lieutenant who once was just a normal scout of Team Prime didn't even got enough time to make a solo patrol like old days or even think about his old human friend Raf, wondering if he was all fine without the black and yellow guardian bot now. Bumblebee and his team going out from the scrapyard to go after the Decepticons and put them in the stasis pods long enough to being brought back to the Cybertronian prison, then returning back to their Earth base for some rest and then it repeats again for the other days. ⠀Each day was like another type of mission duty day.

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