LegacyofCybertron

Swiftshock stood in front of DN's door, melancholy and nervous. It wasn't until he'd gotten here that he'd became so acutely aware of his need for approval. Stalling, he looked over the surfaces of the door, the grooves in the multiple sliding plate partitions. He even disassembled the mechanism in his head, and began thinking up several alternatives. "What are you doing?" a feminine voice echoed, a form morphing through the wall. He wondered if he could use a localized space time rift to function as a door? "Exclamation: Oh my Science!" Swiftshock jumped. Red optics looked flatly at the Decepticon, "You look more jumpier than

The first thing I registered was the stench of oil and half processed energon as I came to in that horrendous place. Once my optics had powered back on, I discovered that the smell wasn't the worst thing. I looked around to find the pink glow of my containment cell's bars casting a sickly hue over the dismantled limbs and parts of the previous occupants that lay not inches from my own battered frame. I knew then and there that I was a dead mech. Of course I did what any desperate mech would do in that circumstance… I looked for a way out. I tried diggin' my way out, but the walls were made of something specifically meant to keep me in.