They know me as Tank, I protect these streets. I am their saviour, I am their hope. “It has my son!” The scream, drowned out by the explosions and shouts. A shadowed figure standing on a building engulfed in flame, a smaller figure kicking and screaming in their arms. Eyes on, target locked, here we go again. The flames mean nothing to me, the hues of red and orange flicking at my deep green armour as I scan for my best way through. Have to be careful, the building could collapse. Another explosion shakes the structure, some ceiling falling. A cry, weak but there. Someone is still in here. Detour, scan, find the survivor. The debris from above revealed him to me, adult human, male, mid age, married with children. Leg trapped under a beam, no breaks but damage sustained. The fire is getting worse, he must get out now. “Tank! Tank here!” His eyes meet mine as I clear away what I can. The metal on his leg is large, heavy, I can remove it but only for a moment. His coughing is
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The Search|A Team Sunder Ficlet
- all characters except for Thunderwing belong to me, so please ask before ever using one -
"Are you sure about this, Boom Box? That planet is teeming with Autobots."
"I'm positive. The trail I found leads here, and this is the first lead I've had in a while."
Boom Box stood at the edge of a cliff overlooking the trade center, Epsilon, in Quadrant 05 of the Elysian cluster. Cybertronians were milling about carelessly, exchanging goods and money for whatever reasons they had. Autobot Cybertronians. Not that he cared much. He wasn't large enough to even give a sideways glance to.
"Be careful. The team doesn't need to be sent on another resc
windblade and her apprentice
Highdrop: *pants heavy, sitting on his knees* I.. I can't do it. I can't talk to him..
Windblade: *teaching highdrop how to speak to the titans* High. You're going to have to master it someday.
Highdrop: Windblade I can't do it!! My biology doesn't match the caminoans.. what use is a cityspeaker if he can't communicate with a titan..
Windblade: *kneels, puts hand on his shoulder* Hey.. don't talk like that. Remember, you're a child of a cybertronian, and a caminoan. You're unique highdrop. You have the potential to bring us together as cityspeaker, and citizen of cybertron and caminus.
Highdrop: Do you really think that wind