Cybertron's Outcasts; The Crash Landing

Chapter Five- Sunk

The cold water was a shock to her systems. Beelzebub couldn't make much noise under water, so her screeching was muted. She flailed her limbs in the cold water, her basic fight or flight programming taking control.

Bubbles appeared as she panicked, truly for no reason. Soon, she calmed down and latched herself to the doorway of the medical bay. Her helm spun about wildly, trying to make sense of her surroundings, her optics taking a few minutes to adjust.

The place was tinted green due to the algae in the water and things beyond a foot were blackened. Beelzebub tried to adjust her optics further, she hated blind spots. She flipped her visor down, but no luck.

She growled silently, she flipped her visor back up and glanced around again. There were scorch marks and the same black substance on the walls. Recently disturbed broken glass left trails on the algae caked floor.

Beelzebub weighed her options; She could stay down in the bitterly cold, algae infested waters and find Hawthorn and Gearend, or go back up and make sure the ship was in a safe position. After two minutes, she decided on the former.

She peeked in the med bay, but no one in there. Beelzebub pulled herself through the doorway, the water slowing her down. Beelzebub only flipped through her files and glanced at the medical equipment to find that most of it was ruined.

Beelzebub then moved to Raptore's room. No one there still, but she felt no need to search it, there really wasn't much in it anyway.

Beelzebub and Hawthorn's room was disturbed slightly by the crash, and there was a hole in the wall. None of their belongings were missing, but they were floating about in the murky water.

She found Gearend in weapons storage. This did not surprise her in the slightest. A rack of swords had fallen on him, which had long since rusted. Somehow, Gearend had avoided every single one of the blades! Because Primus forbid that Gearend get hurt with his own weapons...

Beelzebub pulled the shelf and the swords off of Gearend, cutting her servos a few times on the sharper blades, though most of them were dulled. Gearend only had a few scrapes and dents, excluding a scorch mark on the left side of his face plates, which had been sealed by the heat of the marking.

Beelzebub didn't have too difficult of a time dragging Gearend up to the surface, everything seemed weightless underwater.

Unless you were a tanker, then you would have sunk.

Beelzebub dragging him up by his arms, his weight becoming more obvious as they came closer to the surface. She swore that he weighed less when he was online, because Harvenger and Raptore were able to carry him around easily.

When she thought of it, they could carry around anyone without issue. She missed her friends, but there was no time to dwell on that now.

Beelzebub practically dropped to the ground after dragging Gearend halfway out the water, Primus damn this planet, it was cold. Beelzebub was a flight frame to the core, and had made it very clear to everyone that she didn't like water.

Warning: Core temperature dropping, seek shelter immediately.

Before crashing, Beelzebub decided to drag Gearend the rest of the way out of the water. He was laying on his back, his optics shut but there was still a hint of a crazed smile on his face. Beelzebub honestly didn't remember the last time she saw Gearend unconscious, it was odd.

Beelzebub dragged her shaking and stiff body back to the berthroom and took one of the thermal blankets that was hidden under Harvenger's berth. She wrapped the blanket around her shoulders and sat down against the wall and conked the frag out.

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The cat minicon dug himself out of the dirt. He had no idea where he was or why he was there, but he knew there was an accident. His friend wasn't their, he couldn't see or hear her.

His yellow eyes glanced about his surroundings, there was a lot of dirt and rock. A cave on an organic planet perhaps? He still had a vague idea, he remembered looking out the window at the planet, but then he had been returned to his friend.

He transformed into his bipedal form, his programmed night vision kicking on in an instant. Yep, this was a cave. He glanced around, noticing disturbance in the dirt floor. A deep crater dragging across the ground, but he couldn't see where it ended.

He decided not to follow it on his own, he didn't know where it would lead, or if it was safe. He was small, he couldn't really defend himself against larger bots. His heels clacked on the ground as he paced around, echoing throughout the cave.

He transformed back into his feline form and followed the crater for about a mile, despite his doubt in his own strength. Soon his legs started getting tired, causing him to stop and switch form again.

He swished his tail back and forth as his pointed audials twitched. He would need to recharge several times before being able to reach whatever was at the end of this cave. He needed to find someone with a vehicle alt form, exploring the cave that he was in would be so much easier and faster that way.

Since this was a place that was vaguely recorded on his datapad, he hoped that there were other cybertronians on this planet. He would ask them for help finding his friend and her friends, if they were autobots. If they were decepticons, he would run away as fast as he could.

He pulled his datapad out of his subspace and sent a message to someone.

Alkaline, this is Compton, we have a situation... The ship has crashed on an unknown planet and my teammates are missing. How far away are you, please notify us when you get this...

Compton sighed, placing the datapad back in his subspace and transformed into his feline form. He turned around and ran back to where he had landed. He looked around for any sign of an exit.

He saw light shining from a higher point in the wall, the cave entrance! He scaled the wall, some of the rock crumbling underneath his extended claws. Compton pulled himself further upwards, almost falling twice. The entrance led to a ledge that peered over what looked to be a desert.

His optics dilated as he basked in the sunlight. It was nice on his black plating, it was nice compared to the cold dank air in the cave. He decided not to bask in the sunlight for too long and scaled down the mountain.

Compton didn't like the sand at all, it got between his paws and under his plating. Though this wasn't something he enjoyed, he needed to find someone to help his friends. He proceeded to sniff around the sand, attempting to catch the scent of energon.

He was a long ways away from the cave when he picked up something. There was spilled energon here at some point. Before following whatever, or whoever this was, he glanced back at the cave.

He was leaving them. They might have needed him... No, he was helping them and saving their lives.

However, before he was able to finish his thoughts, he heard the sounds of blaster fire farther away from the cave. Compton's ears shot up straight as he tried to discern where the noise was coming from. He bolted in the general direction in hopes of finding help.

(Things will be less slow and redundant from here on out, I promise. More action coming soon. Also, have Hawthorns cat and soon, an appearance from on of her former classmates! Love y'all!

-SmOoThIe)