#Metal Chopper Face~ Dinobot II

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Starter for @dragons-cove

Million years had passed since Dinobot was left, stranded, on a prehistoric Earth. He longed to leave the planet, but would only be able to do so when the plant's time caught up to modern day Cybertron. If Dinobot left too soon, he would run the risk of running into his past self. It was a tricky situation.

Whether is was luck or not, Dinobot's body went into a forced stasis at some point. It helped the time pass, at least. When he finally woke back up, it was due to some sort of blast of energy. Perhaps a wave of energon? He wasn't certain, but the humans had definitely progressed since he last saw them. In fact, they seemed to be close to a period of time where he could finally leave the planet.

Dinobot kept his distance from the humans on the island he found himself on. His joints were filled with rock deposits and other materials, which he spent time trying to rid himself of. It was too painful to attempt transformation in such a state, so beast he stayed. For now, at least.

On one bright day, Dinobot sat, tucked away in some foliage, as he watched a group of humans. He had since discovered that this island was referred to as Gryffin Rock. Its citizens were interesting, to say the least.

Dinobot wasn't given much time to watch the creatures before something went wrong. The man and his daughter had been doing something with a piece of machinery, but it backfired. The thing suddenly exploded just and the man and his daughter dove out of the way. Dinobot snarled as pieces of shrapnel imbedded themselves into his frame. Fire began licking at him as he violently shook his head, backing away. A trail of energon followed him as he shifted positions, hiding in another spot within the more forest-like area just as an orange helicopter flew overhead.

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Dinobot let out a low growl, optic narrowed. How dare this Maximal speak to him about authority? Just the thought of it was sickening. Dinobot's claws scrapped idly at the ground as he watched Depth Charge. This situation was growing more infuriating by the moment. His borrowed spark felt just as trapped as his body was as anger burned through it.

"I've had enough of your games, Maximal. Free me now. I am far more capable than your drones." It didn't help that the pain of his legs likely having been impaled somewhere beneath the mass of rocks pinning his lower half was flooding his every sense. He was certain energon had to be leaking from his wounds and spilling onto the cave floor by now. He could smell it.

"Free me, or we shall both perish beneath this rubble. You need my help." Dinobot was larger, more capable than the much smaller Maximal. He would have a much easier time shifting boulders out of the way to make an exit.

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There had been a cave-in. A miss placed blast from a weapon had sent the ceiling crumbling down on top of Dinobot and the Maximal who had engaged him.

It didn't take long for Dinobot to come back online. His optic flickered to life and he immediately tried to push himself to his pedes; however, a rather large amount of boulders kept him pinned down. His upper body and arms were free, but his legs and tail seemed to be trapped. Every time he attempted to move, pain shot up his legs. A rock must have impaled him. Lovely.

Weapons systems were down. All energy seemed to be going into keeping him awake. The Transmetal let out a deep huff as he contemplated his situation. Eventually, the shifting of rocks near by caught his attention. Realization hit and he let out a deep growl. "Stay back, Maximal," he snarled, optic narrowed. He couldn't help but hope the other Predacons had sent out a search party. It had been a while since Dinobot had last checked in. "Or else." He was in no position to be making threats, but he was out of options.

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A chortle seems to leave the raptor- a sound resembling an amused laugh. Dinobot supposed it made sense for Blades to be so taken aback by his Transmetal abilities. After all, he was the future of this timeline.

Dinobot shook his helm at the Rescue Bot's concern. The only plus side of being recreated as a Transmetal II was his new healing factor. It was quite useful. His once beaten and battered frame was already shining like new. Of course, it was still dirty, but any previous open or visible wounds were entirely gone.

The raptor stretched his legs, a yawn passing his maw. He shouldn't stick around, should he? His presence could disrupt something. But, it was.. Dinobot couldn't help but feel a pang at the thought of going back into hiding. It had been so long since he last interacted with another Cybertronian. He had always considered himself a solitary mech, but clearly, his time with the Maximals had changed him. Dinobot peered at the Rescue Bot, optics meeting theirs. It was pathetic of him to long for companionship. He had been on his own this long- he only needed to wait a few hundred more years. Just enough time for the other Maximals to arrive back on Cybertron. Then, he could return to them.

Despite his thoughts, his traitorous body refused to let him leave. Dinobot continued staring a Blades, a frustrated sound leaving him as he huffed. He can't leave. He can't do it.

Dinobot's internal systems sent him a ping to show his systems had repaired themselves the best they could. With the debris freed from his joints, he could finally transform. The raptor broke optic contact as he chittered his jaws.

With a metallic screech, Dinobot transformed. The Transmetal II transformation was incredibly unnatural, and it didn't exactly look pleasant. Metal scrapped against metal, making an awful sound as his frame shifted. Finally, in place of a metal raptor, stood a mech with sharp and terrifying features. But, Dinobot didn't move to attack. Instead, he offered a gentle bow of his helm. More rock and dust fell to the ground, having been dislodged from previously untouched and hidden sections of Dinobot's frame.

He attempted to speak again. It was garbled and horribly scratchy, but words left him. "Healed. All's healed." It was painful to speak. Dinobot lifted a clawed hand to his throat, wincing at finally using his voice after eons.

I FEEL JUST LIKE CHRIS PRATT IN JURASSIC WORLD .

The raptor lets out a huff at the mute comment. The helicopter wasn’t wrong, but Dinobot wasn’t exactly a fan of the label. His voice box had been working perfectly a millennia ago, thank you very much.

As Dinobot was hosed down, he did his best to stay in an upright position. His legs still felt weak, and his frame was still repairing itself. Green light was already beginning to snake over his wounds, but there were still plenty of leaks and burns on him. Thankfully, the helicopter finished up with his cleaning job after a rather short span of time. All things considered, Dinobot felt… Much better, actually. He shifting, water dripping from his frame into a muddy puddle below him as he slowly tested his joints.

The raptor chittered when there was little resistance to some of his more flexible movements. Rocks no longer seemed to dig into his joints every time he moved. It was.. nice. Dinobot had almost forgotten how it felt to be completely mobile. His helm shifted in the copter’s direction, piercing red optics catching the Rescue Bot’s brilliant blue. A rumble left him- his way of thanking the other bot. The green light that seemed to float over his wounds finally retreated back into his spark casing, revealing a freshly healed bot.

After a moment of consideration, Dinobot took a step forwards. He kept his helm low as he shifted closer to the other bot. Finally, when he was close enough, he gently pressed his snout into the Rescue Bot’s arm, then sat back on his haunches. Clearly, he couldn’t communicate through words, but he hoped that was thanks enough.

             copter   bot   stays   knelt   down,   one   arm   resting   on   the   joint   of   his   knee   as   he   watches   the   other   bot   test   out   their   mobility.   it’s   a   relief   to   see   he’d   gotten   most   of   it   out,   the   difference   in   their   attitude   makes   the   improvement   all   that   more   apparent.     when   the   raptor   turns   to   look   him   in   the   optics,   however,   he   can’t   help   feeling   a   bit   nervous.   only   a   moment   ago   they   were   aggressively   snapping   towards   him,   now   they’ve   got   every   freedom   to   actually   land   a   hit   ━   an   invasive   thought,   one   he   feels   guilty   for,   but   can’t   shake   the   possibility   of   just   yet.   when   the   other   bot   approaches,   forearm   twitches   before   being   nudged   up   against,   an   action   that   dismisses   his   lingering   anxieties.   surprise   takes   its   place,   and   he   responds   with   a   bashful,

 ❝         oh   !      well,   you’re   very   welcome.         ❞

 it’s   an   awfully   touching   gesture,   no   words   need   to   be   exchanged   between   them   for   blades   to   know   that   dinobot   is   grateful.  he   has   half   a   mind   to   ask   whether   they’d   like   their   t-cog   looked   at   before   trying   to   transform,   considering   how   old   that   debris   looked,   but   that   seems   like   a   more   delicate   subject;   if   he   were   in   their   position,   he’s   not   sure   if   he   would   be   comfortable   with   someone   he   just   met   poking   at   one   of   his   core   functions.   rather   than   that,   he   should   probably   ask   about   their   more   surface-level   injuries.

 ❝         i’m   glad   you’re   feeling   a   bit   better.   now,   uh,   don’t   be   alarmed,   but   i   think   your   wounds   are   glowing   ?      is   that   normal   ??         ❞

 concern   laces   his   tone,   optics   trailing   along   each   gash   and   burn   that   lines   the   bot   sitting   in   front   of   him.   at   first   he   considers   it   might   be   the   mysterious   residue   of   whatever   was   in   doc   greene’s   machine,   but   he’s   also   never   really   met   a   bot   like   this   before.   cybertronian,   probably,   but   their   appearance   feels   as   foreign   as   it   is   familiar.  unaware   of   even   meaning   to,   he   leans   closer   the   longer   he   inspects   their   luminescent   wounds,   until   meeting   dinobot’s   gaze   again.

 ❝         i   can   try   to   help   with   those   too,   if   you’re   up   for   that.         ❞

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The raptor lets out a huff at the mute comment. The helicopter wasn't wrong, but Dinobot wasn't exactly a fan of the label. His voice box had been working perfectly a millennia ago, thank you very much.

As Dinobot was hosed down, he did his best to stay in an upright position. His legs still felt weak, and his frame was still repairing itself. Green light was already beginning to snake over his wounds, but there were still plenty of leaks and burns on him. Thankfully, the helicopter finished up with his cleaning job after a rather short span of time. All things considered, Dinobot felt... Much better, actually. He shifting, water dripping from his frame into a muddy puddle below him as he slowly tested his joints.

The raptor chittered when there was little resistance to some of his more flexible movements. Rocks no longer seemed to dig into his joints every time he moved. It was.. nice. Dinobot had almost forgotten how it felt to be completely mobile. His helm shifted in the copter's direction, piercing red optics catching the Rescue Bot's brilliant blue. A rumble left him- his way of thanking the other bot. The green light that seemed to float over his wounds finally retreated back into his spark casing, revealing a freshly healed bot.

After a moment of consideration, Dinobot took a step forwards. He kept his helm low as he shifted closer to the other bot. Finally, when he was close enough, he gently pressed his snout into the Rescue Bot's arm, then sat back on his haunches. Clearly, he couldn't communicate through words, but he hoped that was thanks enough.

I BESTOW YOU THE TITLE OF NO LONGER STINKY .·

Dinobot isn’t sure how to feel about this bot’s bubbly personality. The helicopter was far too cheery for his own good. It reminded him of Cheetor.

A pang of sadness pulsed through him at the thought. He would never admit it out loud, but he missed his teammates dearly. His true teammates- not the backstabbing and manipulative group that Megatron had created, but the kind and caring group that willingly followed Optimus.

Dinobot was pulled from his thoughts at the Rescue Bot suddenly stood and summoned a weapon. Dinobot flinched backwards, optics narrowing. Until, of course, he suddenly remembered that this was a Rescue Bot. The only weapons Rescue Bots were known to carry regularly were rescue axes. A closer look at the object in question made Dinobot relax. It was some sort of a water cannon, from the looks of things.

The raptor tried to speak again, this time managing to get out an incredibly painful couple of sounds. “Wa-………ng,” was the only thing even partially understandable that left his vocal cords. Dinobot snarled in frustration, but finally stilled himself in preparation to be hosed down.

             the   lining   up   of   his   shot   is   disturbed   briefly,   seeing   dinobot’s   reaction   to   having   a   gun   more   or   less   waved   in   their   face.   it   takes   him   a   moment   to   realize   what   that   must   look   like   with   so   little   context,   but   when   he   does,   he   promptly   aims   at   the   ground.

 ❝         oh   no-no-no,   don’t   worry,   it’s   okay   !      it’s   not   a   real   gun   !      well   ━   sort   of.   but   not   the   kind   that   will   hurt   you.         ❞

 he   waits   for   the   other   bot   to   take   a   less   tense   stance,   and   carefully   raises   the   water   gun   again   to   re-position   himself.   all   he   can   offer   in   response   to   their   pained,   broken   voice   is   an   apologetic   look.

 ❝         um,   didn’t   catch   that.   guess   we’ll   have   to   take   a   look   at   that   voice   box   too,   huh   ?      you   should   count   yourself   lucky,   i   happen   to   have   plenty   of   experience   with   mute   bots.   .   .   now,   hold   still   just   like   that,         ❞

 and   both   servos   steady   his   aim.   with   the   pull   of   a   trigger,   high   pressure   water   fires   against   easily   parted   gravel   and   rocks.   concentration   remains   unbroken   as   he   works   along   the   joints   and   cracks   in   their   frame,   slowly   but   surely   removing   years   of   what   he   can   only   assume   is   excruciating   build-up.   water   flow   only   stops   so   he   can   stand   and   re-take   a   knee   at   a   different   angle,   ensuring   he   gets   every   last   bit   of   debris.   by   the   time   he’s   finished   he   gives   his   gun   a   little   shake,   confirming   how   little   water   is   left   ━   he’s   done   everything   he   can   without   his   medical   supplies.  just   as   suddenly   as   he   was   able   to   pull   it   out,   so   can   it   disappear   ;   gun   is   holstered   mysteriously   behind   his   back.

 ❝         okay,   i’m   all   done.   how   does   that   feel   ?      a   bit   better   ?         ❞

[lapismuses]

A low growl leaves Dinobot as the other attempts to approach once more. They seem fearful- and rightfully so-, yet they push forward? Odd. Dinobot's optics can't help but fall onto the Autobot symbol the other has upon their chest. Timeline wise, they shouldn't be in contact. Dinobot just hoped this meeting wouldn't screw things up.

The beast let out another growl as the helicopter lowers themselves to the ground. The attempt at being non-threatening was comforting, at least. Dinobot could easily handle himself, if need be, but this bot was making an effort to calm the situation. That had to stand for something.

The word Rescue Bot stood out to Dinobot. He vaguely recalled a faction with such a name. Bots that helped others, no matter the cost. Interesting. As far as Dinobot knew, the Rescue Bots had mostly died out. He had certainly never expected to meet one.

When the bot spoke again, the metal raptor refocused his attention. He peered at the helicopter with new found curiosity. Slowly, his growls softened into more of a low rumble. A huff left him, and while he continued to glare at the helicopter, he settled. His tail stilled as his jaw chittered softly.

IF LOOKS COULD KILL I WOULD BE VERY DEAD .

Dinobot hadn’t noticed anyone sneak up behind him. He had barely gotten settled in his new hiding place when suddenly, his cover was blown. A millennia of hard work, gone in an instant.

The raptor swung his head around sharply, pain stabbing through him with the sudden movement, to see what had found him. He was shocked, to say the least, when he saw another Cybertronian peering back at him. A sharp snarl left him as he immediately attempted to stand. His joints screeched at the movement as old chunks of rock dislodged themselves. Dinobot snapped his jaws in defense, though it was a rather pitiful show of strength, given that he almost instantly fell back onto the ground.

A gnashing, painful sound left his throat as he attempted to snarl words at the bot, but nothing that could be understood came out. Instead, the raptor narrowed his red optics, glaring at the orange Cybertronian that had invaded his space.

             ❝         ah   !!         ❞

 hand   reflexively   pulls   back   at   the   snap   directed   his   way,   rotors   jolting   and   a   knee   jerking   upwards   in   brief   fright.   the   branches   and   leaves   snap   back   into   place   just   as   he   hears   the   dinobot   hit   the   ground,   and   he   nervously   reaches   to   peek   through   once   more.

 ❝         i’m   gonna   take   that   as   a   no   ?         ❞

 although   they   put   up   a   pretty   vicious   front,   the   poor   state   of   their   frame   keeps   blades   from   being   deterred.   every   screeching   movement   sounds   so   painful,   it   grates   his   audio   receptors   like   nails   against   a   chalkboard   ━   how   could   they   have   ended   up   like   this   ?  mindful   of   his   surroundings,   and   of   course   the   feisty   transmetal   below,   he   makes   a   cautious   attempt   at   lowering   himself   closer   to   the   ground   ;   his   way   of   showing   he’s   not   trying   to   be   a   threat.

 ❝         it’s   okay,   i’m   a   rescue   bot   !      i   can   help   you   ━   so   please   don’t   bite   me.         ❞

 a   tad   clumsily,   he   scoots   forward   on   his   knees,   inching   close   enough   that   the   other   bot   is   within   reach,   but   with   enough   space   to   jump   back   if   they   make   another   aggressive   attempt.   servos   lift   to   point   out   the   various   lines   of   crusty   rocks   wedged   in   the   other’s   frame,

 ❝         do   you   want   me   to   get   those   out   ?         ❞

[lapismuses]

Dinobot isn't sure how to feel about this bot's bubbly personality. The helicopter was far too cheery for his own good. It reminded him of Cheetor.

A pang of sadness pulsed through him at the thought. He would never admit it out loud, but he missed his teammates dearly. His true teammates- not the backstabbing and manipulative group that Megatron had created, but the kind and caring group that willingly followed Optimus.

Dinobot was pulled from his thoughts at the Rescue Bot suddenly stood and summoned a weapon. Dinobot flinched backwards, optics narrowing. Until, of course, he suddenly remembered that this was a Rescue Bot. The only weapons Rescue Bots were known to carry regularly were rescue axes. A closer look at the object in question made Dinobot relax. It was some sort of a water cannon, from the looks of things.

The raptor tried to speak again, this time managing to get out an incredibly painful couple of sounds. "Wa-.........ng," was the only thing even partially understandable that left his vocal cords. Dinobot snarled in frustration, but finally stilled himself in preparation to be hosed down.

PUTTING HIM OUT OF HIS MISERY ( NON-LETHALLY ) .·

A low growl leaves Dinobot as the other attempts to approach once more. They seem fearful- and rightfully so-, yet they push forward? Odd. Dinobot’s optics can’t help but fall onto the Autobot symbol the other has upon their chest. Timeline wise, they shouldn’t be in contact. Dinobot just hoped this meeting wouldn’t screw things up.

The beast let out another growl as the helicopter lowers themselves to the ground. The attempt at being non-threatening was comforting, at least. Dinobot could easily handle himself, if need be, but this bot was making an effort to calm the situation. That had to stand for something.

The word Rescue Bot stood out to Dinobot. He vaguely recalled a faction with such a name. Bots that helped others, no matter the cost. Interesting. As far as Dinobot knew, the Rescue Bots had mostly died out. He had certainly never expected to meet one.

When the bot spoke again, the metal raptor refocused his attention. He peered at the helicopter with new found curiosity. Slowly, his growls softened into more of a low rumble. A huff left him, and while he continued to glare at the helicopter, he settled. His tail stilled as his jaw chittered softly.

             display   of   good   intentions   seemingly   pays   off,   his   worries   put   at   ease   as   the   dinobot’s   growls   lower   in   volume   and   aggression.   although   they   are   obviously   a   bot   stuck   in   an   alt   mode,   he   can’t   help   feeling   a   bit   touched   about   garnering   trust   with   what   resembles   an   injured   lizard.   autobot   has   to   keep   the   compulsion   of   an      “   aw   ”      at   bay,   though   he   doesn’t   make   much   effort   to   hide   it   through   his   expression. 

 ❝         don’t   worry,   by   the   time   i’m   done   you’ll   be   squeaky   clean   in   joints   you   didn’t   even   know   you   had   !      then   maybe   we   can   take   a   look   at   those   injuries.         ❞

 one   knee   lifts   so   he   can   straighten   his   back   in   a   comfortable   sitting   position,   under   the   assumption   he   no   longer   needs   to   borderline   hug   the   ground.   with   volume   lowered   just   a   smidge   more   than   usual, 

 ❝         power   up   and   energize   !         ❞

 is   announced   with   optimism,   just   as   a   vibrant   piece   of   energon   equipment   resembling   a   gun   is   pulled   from   behind   his   back.   narrow   barrel   takes   careful   aim   towards   the   other   bot,

 ❝         this   might   tickle   a   bit.         ❞

[lapismuses]

Dinobot hadn't noticed anyone sneak up behind him. He had barely gotten settled in his new hiding place when suddenly, his cover was blown. A millennia of hard work, gone in an instant.

The raptor swung his head around sharply, pain stabbing through him with the sudden movement, to see what had found him. He was shocked, to say the least, when he saw another Cybertronian peering back at him. A sharp snarl left him as he immediately attempted to stand. His joints screeched at the movement as old chunks of rock dislodged themselves. Dinobot snapped his jaws in defense, though it was a rather pitiful show of strength, given that he almost instantly fell back onto the ground.

A gnashing, painful sound left his throat as he attempted to snarl words at the bot, but nothing that could be understood came out. Instead, the raptor narrowed his red optics, glaring at the orange Cybertronian that had invaded his space.

PLEASE DO NOT BITE ME .

Million years had passed since Dinobot was left, stranded, on a prehistoric Earth. He longed to leave the planet, but would only be able to do so when the plant’s time caught up to modern day Cybertron. If Dinobot left too soon, he would run the risk of running into his past self. It was a tricky situation.

Whether is was luck or not, Dinobot’s body went into a forced stasis at some point. It helped the time pass, at least. When he finally woke back up, it was due to some sort of blast of energy. Perhaps a wave of energon? He wasn’t certain, but the humans had definitely progressed since he last saw them. In fact, they seemed to be close to a period of time where he could finally leave the planet.

Dinobot kept his distance from the humans on the island he found himself on. His joints were filled with rock deposits and other materials, which he spent time trying to rid himself of. It was too painful to attempt transformation in such a state, so beast he stayed. For now, at least.

On one bright day, Dinobot sat, tucked away in some foliage, as he watched a group of humans. He had since discovered that this island was referred to as Gryffin Rock. Its citizens were interesting, to say the least.

Dinobot wasn’t given much time to watch the creatures before something went wrong. The man and his daughter had been doing something with a piece of machinery, but it backfired. The thing suddenly exploded just and the man and his daughter dove out of the way. Dinobot snarled as pieces of shrapnel imbedded themselves into his frame. Fire began licking at him as he violently shook his head, backing away. A trail of energon followed him as he shifted positions, hiding in another spot within the more forest-like area just as an orange helicopter flew overhead.

             a   series   of   echoing   booms   grab   the   attention   of   circling   rescue   bot,   turning   his   daily   patrol   into   that   of   an   emergency.   helicopter’s   initial   shock   translates   into   brief   turbulence,   but   he   soon   gathers   his   bearings   and   radios   in   the   incident,   already   nearing   doc’s   perched   lab.   smoke   billows   from   the   remnants   of   an   invention   gone   wrong,   metallic   hues   still   sizzling   with   intimidating   heat.   he   lands   nearby,   cautious   in   his   mission   to   both   ensure   the   safety   of   the   whole   greene   family,   and   to   then   proceed   inspecting   the   wreckage.  it’s   a   fairly   standard   rescue   ;   almost   every   other   week   the   lab   has   some   sort   of   incident,   so   he   figured   this   one   wouldn’t   be   different   from   any   other.   as   he   approaches   the   heap   of   half-melted   mechanisms   and   scattered   shrapnel,   he   cannot   help   but   notice   some   spilled   leakage   a   bit   farther   out.   at   first   glance   he   figures   it   must   have   been   part   of   the   machine,   some   sort   of   chemical   doc   and   francine   had   been   working   with   to   cause   the   explosion,   but   the   pattern   of   splatter   suggests   something   else.   knee   joints   shift   as   he   briefly   leans   down,   and   takes   a   closer   look.   a   trail   ?

 something   isn’t   sitting   right.   it’s   that   unexplainable   instinct,   the   metaphorical   drop   of   one’s   heart   as   a   disturbing   theory   comes   to   realization.   as   much   as   he   hates   to   think   it,   the   shine   and   hue   down   to   the   distinct   metallic   smell   resembles   that   of   energon.   if   another   bot   was   in   the   area   and   got   caught   up   in   the   blast   then   they’re   probably   in   bad   shape   ━   but   nobody   else   is   supposed   to   be   here,   and   no   reports   have   come   in   over   the   comms.  he   mulls   over   the   decision   in   his   head,   giving   a   nervous   whine   as   he   glances   over   his   shoulder   towards   the   wreckage.   the   rest   of   his   team   should   be   arriving   shortly,   so   even   if   something   happens,   he’ll   be   fine,   right   ?      if   another   cybertronian   is   in   danger   it’s   his   natural   reflex   to   help,   it   would   be   wrong   to   ignore   this.  skittish   bot   stands,   hesitant   at   first,   but   eventually   begins   to   track   the   trail   to   its   source.   thick   brush   easily   parts   with   every   large   step,   plants   crackling   and   crunching   under   the   heavy   weight   of   his   pedes.   despite   his   obvious   presence,   he   tries   to   make   himself   as   subtle   as   possible,   back   bent   in   an   attempt   at   a   sneaky   hunch   while   he   follows   the   erratic   series   of   drips   and   splotches   against   the   forested   floor.   fortunately,   the   trail   doesn’t   take   long   to   follow,   and   he   soon   comes   upon   the   shine   of   something   attempting   to   hide   in   the   underbrush.   too   big   for   a   human,   but   definitely   on   the   smaller   side   for   someone   of   his   species.   his   immediate   assumption   is   a   minibot,   but   as   he   reaches   down   to   push   aside   the   barrier   of   leaves   and   twigs   between   them,   he’s   completely   taken   aback.

 ❝         a   dinobot   ?         ❞

 optics   hone   in   on   every   piece   of   shrapnel   embedded   in   their   unusual   frame,   as   well   as   every   scratch   and   dent   is   taken   into   account.   they   look   awfully   dirty   too   ;   it’s   clear   as   day   this   bot’s   been   through   some   rough   treatment.   even   as   nervous   as   he   is,   he   can’t   help   but   lean   down   and   ask,

 ❝         are   you   okay   ?         ❞

[omicronsurvivor]

"Slipstream and Deep Optics are easier to get alone with, and likely older then your stolen body." Depth Charge glanced up as he finished with the shark, letting it transform into a small, slender robot form. Boosted up to his shoulder, they were revield to be a more symbiot Mecha form then a true sprakless drone.

The other transmetal started checking the Ramona drone over, and once it was stable hocked it up behind his left shoulder on the shield like pectoral fin. Only then did he get up to step over to where Dinobot was, scanning the debris and larger bolders while the shark symbiote started making a soft but clear sound as it to used echolocation to make a better image of the cave in when mixed with the scans.

@omicronsurvivor reblogged for a starter.

There had been a cave-in. A miss placed blast from a weapon had sent the ceiling crumbling down on top of Dinobot and the Maximal who had engaged him.

It didn't take long for Dinobot to come back online. His optic flickered to life and he immediately tried to push himself to his pedes; however, a rather large amount of boulders kept him pinned down. His upper body and arms were free, but his legs and tail seemed to be trapped. Every time he attempted to move, pain shot up his legs. A rock must have impaled him. Lovely.

Weapons systems were down. All energy seemed to be going into keeping him awake. The Transmetal let out a deep huff as he contemplated his situation. Eventually, the shifting of rocks near by caught his attention. Realization hit and he let out a deep growl. "Stay back, Maximal," he snarled, optic narrowed. He couldn't help but hope the other Predacons had sent out a search party. It had been a while since Dinobot had last checked in. "Or else." He was in no position to be making threats, but he was out of options.