The world was darkness. Calm. A sense of time passing ripples somewhere on the surface, beyond Depth Charge's ability to comprehend. It feels like eons have passed.
His memories are distant, glowing as they flow past him in a blurred river, far out of his grasp. Occasionally, there are moments of lucidity and the manta... remembers.
He remembers vivid green eyes, the electric hum of raw energon in his hand.
He remembers the split second before death as his body is torn apart.
Normally, Depth Charge's grasp on these moments would ease and he would sink back into the dark calm. This some however, the lucidity stays with him. Consciousness tugs at him, dragging him down. He could feel his body suddenly, strange and alien and- fluid around him?
Suddenly Depth Charge finds him slamming into some cold, hard floor, the sound of thick slime hitting the ground echoing around him. The blue mech lies there for a long moment, too stunned to move. There's a brief moment where he finds himself just wanting to lie there and go back to the strange, calm sleep.
Was he dead? What a strange and weirdly slimy afterlife.
Before sleep could pull him under again, Depth Charge's listless reverie is interrupted by a scream. Optics snapping open, the manta-former drags himself onto his feet, unholstering his gun.
The strange, vast surroundings make him pause for only a second, but he quickly refocuses.
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Date: 2014-11-23 06:14 am (UTC)His memories are distant, glowing as they flow past him in a blurred river, far out of his grasp. Occasionally, there are moments of lucidity and the manta... remembers.
He remembers vivid green eyes, the electric hum of raw energon in his hand.
He remembers the split second before death as his body is torn apart.
Normally, Depth Charge's grasp on these moments would ease and he would sink back into the dark calm. This some however, the lucidity stays with him. Consciousness tugs at him, dragging him down. He could feel his body suddenly, strange and alien and- fluid around him?
Suddenly Depth Charge finds him slamming into some cold, hard floor, the sound of thick slime hitting the ground echoing around him. The blue mech lies there for a long moment, too stunned to move. There's a brief moment where he finds himself just wanting to lie there and go back to the strange, calm sleep.
Was he dead? What a strange and weirdly slimy afterlife.
Before sleep could pull him under again, Depth Charge's listless reverie is interrupted by a scream. Optics snapping open, the manta-former drags himself onto his feet, unholstering his gun.
The strange, vast surroundings make him pause for only a second, but he quickly refocuses.
"Hello?" Depth Charge calls out, looking around.