#asksprocket

(Continued) Pathfinder felt the heat, his OS screaming at him about incoming plasma fire projectile. He moved quickly out of the way, Sprocket looked at the screens surrounding him in a panic trying to find whatever had attacked Pathfinder.

The black and gunmetal grey Mecha turned towards the area where the blast had came from, and unloaded a Sonic blast which turned the forest, wild life, and rocks into a fine powder. Leaving a clearing where Megatron could see the now definitely not Optimus Prime glare at him with its single exposed optic.

Before he could understand what was happening, Megatron felt himself forced back by what he thought was an explosion. His arms flew up to cover his faceplates, and his pedes dug into the dirt in an attempt to anchor him. It was a power that he had not seen in centuries—Thundercracker?

“You FOOL!”

“PRIME!”

Megatron’s curses sliced through the air with the same brute force as his sword, cutting into the massive trees and thick foliage that held him back. The Autobot had disappeared into the forest mere moments before, and his combat systems burned with energy, fury—where had his foe gone? Such a vibrant paint job would have stood out more, he thought, quickly burying the idea in an attempt to concentrate. Over ragged ventilations he paused to listen; birds chirped and flew from above his position, and in the distance he could hear the telltale sounds of blaster fire from his Decepticons.

But where has Optimus gone?

After a moment, he believed his answer had come. Burning red optics snapped to his left: someone was there, stepping through the low shrubbery. It sounded mechanical. ‘There you are...’. Megatron turned then, sword retracting into his arm so that the barrel of his fusion cannon could glow brightly. And then, he fired into the brush.

“Got you.”

It was difficult to think beyond the focused pain in his foot and he barely resisted to vibrate out of it. Maybe these..robots?? didn’t know they were hurting him. “Uhh..please ease up on that..on that foot. I’d hate to destroy yours by freeing myself,” he warned the other.

A fair warning as he wouldn’t let himself get hurt much longer.

   In the rare event that Ocean Dream ever rises from the depths of the Earth’s ocean, it’s usually in a remote location. Somewhere far from the humans and other gems, where she rest in peace and feel the waves wash over her legs in contrasting comfort to the warm sun. It’s supposed to be a moment of private peace...

   Though she supposes she’s never thought about the more determined ones. The curious types who will wander far and wide in exploration...and find her eventually.

“Oh boy...hello,” he sighed.