Cybertron's Outcasts; The Crash Landing

Chapter Four- The Inevitable Fall

Beelzebub stumbled her way back to Harvenger's room with questions twirling about in her processor. She sat down on what used to be Gearend's berth and decided to do some thinking.

Did anyone know they were down there? Most likely, but not anyone they could have known. The ship may have been small, but it was most definitely not invisible. Plus, it was on fire when they crashed. Toxin might also know, they did technically steal from him, after all.

How long do Hawthorn and Gearend have? Beelzebub knew they were in the front of the ship somewhere, but she didn't really want to go down there. She still hated water, no matter who fell in it. Beelzebub would have to suck it up eventually and go down and retrieve her comrades.

How long did the ship have until it fell off the edge of the cliff and into the watery depths below? That one Beelzebub couldn't quite figure out, she hadn't technically been outside of the ship since they crashed. Beelzebub could tell that the ship was halfway submerged under the water, but she couldn't tell how much further the ship needed to go before it fell.

Beelzebub put that higher on her to-do list, she and her friends wouldn't need saving if they were all drowned. Sure, cybertronians couldn't really drown, but their systems could get permanently damaged.

She only knew of two ways out of the ship. The broken turret dome, and the back hatch that led off the ship directly.

Beelzebub left the room and traveled towards the back hatch, only to see if it was still functional. The lever that lowered the hatch was on the far wall, which was the steepest point of the ship at the moment.

Beelzebub strained herself to move forward, she wasn't built for climbing. It was a little victory for her when she reached the red lever. Beelzebub tugged at the lever, the latter making a horrid screech as it gave to the pull.

Though the power was out, the hatch retracted into the ceiling, slowly showing more of the back half of the cave. This was a horrible mistake. As the hatch heightened, the entire ship screeched and cracked. The ship jolted as it shifted forward.

The floor became steeper and everything slid backwards, including Beelzebub. She cried out as she fell backwards, falling quite dramatically onto one of the boxes. She tried to pull herself up, but her pedes couldn't gain purchase on the slippery floor.

Beelzebub used another box as leverage as she attempted again to pull herself up again. The crates didn't support her weight for very long, however. The crate was crushed unintentionally by her servo as she fell back once more.

The floor was still slippery, that didn't help the falling youngling. No matter how much she crapped and scratched at the floor, she still fell. She let out a screech as fell down the hallway and broke the surface of the murky water

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Deep in the depths of the ocean, there was a beep. The sound of something, or someone, rebooting. The yellow optics came back online to nothing but blue and light brown.

He was confused, but soon realized what had happened. He was underwater. He could tell by the cold intrusion under his damaged plating. He was face down in the sand, his intake taking in a good amount of it when he onlined.

He shot up and struggled to remove the discrepancy from his systems, several different warnings popping up in his HUD. He grasped at his neck cabling, sand spewing out of his mouth. He choked, the water wasn't helping his situation.

He was able to remove most of the sand, but some warnings still remained.

Armor strength- 45%

Energon levels- 34%

Warning- injury to left arm

Warning- foreign substance residing in intake

Warning- foreign substances in subspace

Warning- damaged circuitry

A stream of bubbles flowed from his mouth as he scrolled through the warnings. He glanced at the injury on his arm, which was rusting due to the water. Which just so happened to be alkaline, which meant that it would take a much longer time to heal and less time to rust.

He rolled his optics, knowing what he had done. He had done something dumb once again. He almost blew himself up twice in one incident. He was blown out of his own ship and pelted into this odd planets ocean.

Raptore sighed, he had no idea where his team was or if they were okay. But he decided to worry about his own situation. He was at the bottom of the fragging ocean, and had no idea which direction to go to escape.

He glanced around his surroundings as he stood up. Nothing but water and sand, a few cool rock formations were on the horizon, but that was it. Raptore didn't know what this world waters held. Though, there was no discernible sign of sharkticons or other dinobots. Though he would need to asses the situation further.

Raptore decided to walk North, he always got out of the worst of situations by walking North. That was a lie, but he could hope! He just hoped that this planet didn't hold the dangers that other oceanic planets. Raptore didn't even know if this was an oceanic planet or not.

He wasn't on the bridge or looking at a map of the planet when the ship crashed, so he could possibly die down there. Raptore was having trouble discerning, though, some oceanic planets did have caves with air pockets and small islands, so perhaps he could find one of those and hold out until his team found him.

Raptore proceeded to walk North, thinking about what his friends were doing at the moment. They crashed the ship, and stole something from one of the galaxies most feared bounty hunters. There was so much they could be doing.

Maybe, though he didn't to want think about it, everyone had died in the crash. The ship that he had stolen wasn't truly as sturdy as his sister, Kilosting, had told him. Though he knew that they could have been hurt, he hoped to the god that he didn't believe in that they were all alive and okay.

(WUAAAAAAH, whats up ladies and gentleman, boys and girls. Sorry for not updating Glory lately, I was just hit in the face with a brick titled WRITERS BLOCK)