~Location: TFP Universe, Unknown Cave... probably in Nevada?~
*POV: Unknown*
Once the nausea had left their system, they tilted their head upwards, towards light.
Light. It took a moment for that thought to register, but the joy did not last. It was indeed the sun up there, but it was through a hole too small for them to fit through. They were trapped in a cave. Again. Admittedly roomier though.
They shook their head and looked around. No other exits, not even a crack. There was a pond in the middle of the cave, but no cave fish sadly. At least they had water.
They turned their head skyward once more, not having noticed the changes to their body. They looked to the sun, the clouds, and even a flock of birds.
Things they took for granted before.
They sang. It was the only thing they could do. And it's not like their song wouldn't go anywhere either. They sang to the sun they missed so much, to the cloud and wind they wished to fly with again.
And, perhaps more importantly...
They sang for any dragon that may hear.
~Location: TFP Universe, Autobot Base~
*POV: Equinox*
Well, as the humans would say it, crap had hit the fan. Whatever that meant.
Miko got caught by the museum's security, the welpling known as Starscream got hold of the Extractor, and Bulkhead, in his anger of letting Miko get caught, broke one of the tools Ratchet needed to make a replica of the Extractor.
Yeah... things aren't going great.
I was currently curled up in a corner covering my sensitive... what did Ratchet call them? Oh, forget it, whatever makes me able to hear!
Well, I was until Bulkhead started poking me.
I growled lightly and looked up at him. He looks very sure of himself, whatever he's planning. Wait, why's the ground-bridge open?
"Equinox, you have to come with me. Ratchet has to stay here, Optimus and the others are still searching, you're the only one that can come help me."
I, was ecstatic. Ratchet, was furious.
"You cannot be serious Bulkhead! Equinox is not cleared to leave the base, let alone go on a mission! Especially after your recent jaunt with them. If you're so sure Starscream is at the Greek ruins, then we can call Optimus and the others to check there!"
"Well, he's already proven he can deal with cons, hasn't he? And a Predacon shouldn't be kept in a cave forever, isn't that right Nox?" Bulkhead countered, and I encouraged by nodding about a thousand times.
Ratchet looked between us, if he could breathe fire we'd be chocking on his smoke long ago. But eventually, he gave in with a sigh.
"Fine, but if either of you are damaged, I'll mount you on the wall!"
I barked a short laugh before darting towards the bridge. I did some stretches', don't want to randomly cramp up in the middle of a fight do I? Also where were we going again, the Greek ruins we visited before or new ones? I don't know... guess I'll find out.
{Alrighty, that's the teasers end, so if you want to leave feel free.
For those that actually read through these things-
My apologies for the long hiatus, this book is still on a hiatus and probably will be for a while. (I'm not going to go into personal detail why I had this break, let's just say it was a shit show and leave it there >->) No, this does not mean I'm abandoning it, it just means I need to get back into the flow of writing books.
Speaking of that, I'm actually planning to publish some chapters for a one-shot style book, just to get back into this rhythm. Some will be actual one-shots, while others would be outlines for AU's or concepts.
(Nows probably a good time to mention most of these stories don't revolve around TFP or HTTYP huh?)
Anyways, that's basically all I wanted to say. Apologies in advance for the disappointment I've undoubtedly given most of you, I hope you all have a good rest of December.}
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