Breakaway dreams of flying. Flying through the air, through clouds, among the stars. Just flying.
Then he's suddenly ejected from a wall, covered in green slime. He rises to his feet, wiping his hands on his nosecone and shaking them to try and dislodge the goo, He looks around, deploying his minigun just in case as he turns to look at the wall, running his hand along it to test its solidity.
The disorientation, the slime, this whole experience brings back memories of his hatching. The only thing it's missing is an egg pod instead of a wall and Demolishor's ugly mug looming over him.
Then the screaming starts. Either someone's wringing out a small animal with heavy machinery or . . . "Mayday!" he calls out, trying to run toward the sound, slipping and falling because of the slime coating his feet. He curses, managing to clamber back upright and ignite his jet engine, hovering into the air and flying toward where he hopes the smaller Autobot is.
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Date: 2014-11-30 08:10 pm (UTC)Then he's suddenly ejected from a wall, covered in green slime. He rises to his feet, wiping his hands on his nosecone and shaking them to try and dislodge the goo, He looks around, deploying his minigun just in case as he turns to look at the wall, running his hand along it to test its solidity.
The disorientation, the slime, this whole experience brings back memories of his hatching. The only thing it's missing is an egg pod instead of a wall and Demolishor's ugly mug looming over him.
Then the screaming starts. Either someone's wringing out a small animal with heavy machinery or . . . "Mayday!" he calls out, trying to run toward the sound, slipping and falling because of the slime coating his feet. He curses, managing to clamber back upright and ignite his jet engine, hovering into the air and flying toward where he hopes the smaller Autobot is.