And here they go again. From mission to the cutting table, and now back to another mission. Dead End sighed as he walked into the hangar, the quick visit to the Cr Chamber to update his alt mode for a more “off-road” experience taking less time than most of the other Stunticons. Whereas most of them completely retrofitted themselves with a new frame, Dead End opted to simply get a lift-kit installed and better tires. No need to keep Motormaster waiting any longer than they needed to. But then again... maybe the Stunticon Commander would get so angry this time that he actually puts an end to this miserable life cycle he’s been stuck in.
”Eh, probably not.” Dead End internalized as he approached boarding ramp to the shuttle. ”When do I ever win anything I want?”
Taking his seat, the red and black Stunticon folded his arms over his chest playing and awaited for the next part of their trip, the raging storm that is Motormaster no doubt about to come crashing down upon them once the door seals shut.
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When Long Haul received the comm line from Scrapper, he could hardly contain his excitement. Back to the mudball? For real?! Please let this mission be something other than hauling materials! Please don’t be labor! The transporter shifted to his dump truck alternate mode and bolted for the hangar, his wheels screeching as he burned rubber down the corridor.
Upon arriving, Long Haul bee-lined to Scrapper and shifted before the Constructicon Engineer/Commander, stopping just at the base of the ramp where he was standing.
“Boss! Please tell me we get to hit something!”
Corridors
”You tell me.”
Skullcruncher was right, the two of them weren’t given any orders in which to follow. Stay out of trouble was kind of a given and the duo had just helped separate those ruffians from escalating their scuffle any further. Weirdwolf placed an inquisitive digit against his lips as he pondered what is it they could do that would also entertain he who was bored of their usual activities.
“Hmmm...” he pondered, his internal processor remembering one of Rampage’s Terran broadcasts, “Most enjoyable planetside trip ours was last. To see again very much like it I would, albeit preferred less aquatic far from Autobots our environment.” His optical visor flashed as he was hit with inspiration, the memory of the channel-surfing Predacon’s viewscreen displaying a so called “Entertainment Capital of the World.” If the two of them couldn’t find something to do there, then this planet was doomed before they ever arrived to the system.
“Got it! The game infiltration is, join the fray must we!” He pivoted towards the reptilian decepticon, Fire in his optics as he spoke. “Know where we the city of sins go and entertainment find us we shall! Amongst the fleshies hide, observe and report can we, but none-the-less adventure had will be!”
“What idea about that say you? Hm?”