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Post by prowl on Aug 13, 2009 14:15:39 GMT -5
as his viciously sporty, menacing vehicle mode razed the surface of yet another mood, stormherald thought viciously toward his superiors.
"you're a strong, healthy bot, stormherald" sentinel prime said, a smirk upon his visage as stormherald walked behind him, "why shouldn't i send you after lockdown? is it not noble enough for you to face off against one of the remaining decepticon foes? you've always wanted glory, so why not chase it?" stormherald had bit back his own words, hefty bot mode grinding to a fierce halt behind sentinel as he stared after him. the reasons he was sent were obvious, he was a greatly promising trooper and many thought within a short amount of time, he might recieve a promotion - to prime. sentinel feared this sort of competition and would rather have him out of visible view in the current relations, what better a way to send him out in a wild goose chase after the uncatchable bounty hunter, with no crew, ship or otherwise advantage - at the very best, lockdown would catch stormherald and dismantle him.
stormherald snarled audibly as he transformed and hurtled toward the rock formantion before him, smashing it with his metallic, white fists. fury boiled in his eyes as he thought again of how sentinel had got not only the former - him out of the picture - but the latter too. lockdown had caught stormherald as they played their little hide'n'seek game, caught him and ripped his boosters from his torso - torn his grappling hooks from his wrists. stormherald flexed the said wrists, where their exposed, damaged wires sparked furiously. he was about as much use as a chocolate teapot, all he had now was his speed and strength - even that against a bot so overmodded like lockdown was useless.
he turned away from the floating moon-rock and saw a blue-green pearl floating not too far away in the sky. he recognized it from training history vids - the planet earth, where optimus magnus had landed when he was a prime. stormherald was on their moon now, he straightened a little, white chestplate pushed forward to show his elite-guard insignia, rimmed by a light blue that adorned his coat in other places too. lifting up his left servo he turned his wrist to lean in to it's damaged wiring and sent out a message on a global link off into the space around him 'this is stormherald of the elite guard, is anyone friendly out there, do you copy? i am tracking the hostile lockdown in this sector and advise caution to any that pick up this link, he is dangerous and unpredictable. any suspected sightings should be reported via this link, stormherald out.'
link sent, he turned, staring through the floating debris he could almost swear he saw the black and red hazed outline of lockdown's ship. his knuckles cracked as he flexed them, optics narrowing with the desire for revenge. he was meant for more than this, he knew it. |
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