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The return of the invisible snake

          “It’s not about being oblivious tto your sarroundings, it’s about being obversent to a plot that you may need to foil.”

            Apparently Starscream woke up before anyone else. His legs made small crater marks along the floor.  Now to get less obvious out from my processor…The Seeker takes a halt near to the door. He saw Robustshell sitting right on the edge dangling her feet in to the open space. Why is she up this early? A part of Starscream wanted to ask He found it safe to assume she’s speculating about something in the past.

            Starscream rolled her off his worries and continue his stroll through the hallway. When he did, Robustshell had looked over her shoulders having this tired-yet-glooming expression that has an upside down mouth. Not a smile. Merely a frown. She looks away from where the seeker and then towards what else is thought as open space almost to have been wondering about whatever bugs her processor.  It’s been at least four solar cycles since Robustshell came in the Decepticon force.

            The rather short seeker walks right past her. Perhaps there’s some other way to win over the Autobots…he stops short hearing something slithering right behind him. No….We had killed the serpent…unless….He remembers all too well how things went on underground Cybertron. One of those adventures clearly tested how reliable fans could be from different univereses. The seeker climbs on to a table shaking and lightly frightened.

            Starscream killed it months ago.  

            How could it be alive?

            “This is not possible.” The seeker comments, seeing deep impression left on the floor. It became evident quickly as it drew on closer shaking the table side to side. It has been a long time since I offlined it underground…How is this even a possible event? The legs of the table are being pressed inwards by an impatient force. Tables seemed to be best way for staying out of possible lethal killers  bound to the floor. Maybe watching ttoo much television is bad…

            The table flips, throwing Starscream against some hard edged bulkhead.

            “Owch.” He yelps, feeling his vertebrae injured. His occipital bone, the underside of his helmet that’s a rounded hole connected to the spinal cord, is roughly damaged slightly. Starscream’s wings go stiff on him. He curses pain itself. And then; He is screwed. “Ah frag.”

                                 

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            It may have been a good hour since the snake made itself present in the ship. Canocopy awoke feeling cold. Not warm or safe anymore. He feels insecure. As if he is being watched.It’s not an army camp. Canocopy reaches out for his recently lightened jet carrier that had been squashed and flattened multiple times; specifically made by himself. A burn tingles on his index digit.

            “Swerzdfright, please don’t be playing that trick on me again,” Canocopy complains, sitting upright holding his burning jeterrate in one of his digits. Something lunges at him but Canocopy ducked into a corner of his room. He smokes his jeterrate creating cigerrete clouds in this very occupied-furniture room. It has some gigantic music instrument only a cybertronian could use and some comfortable bean bag seats are seen beside some bars attached to the wall.

            Canocopy can vaguely see the shape of a gigantic snake.

            “Oh that’s not Swerzdfright.” Canocopy said out loud, realizing what is most obvious.  “It’s a gigantic snake!”  Canocopy’s optics glinted in a bright red. “That could have only come from the Trinasaiuroic era!” That era he spoke of involved gigantic snakes, football sized horses or gigantic horses, cat’s probably different sizes, and frogs bigger.