Cybertron's Outcasts; The Crash Landing

Chapter Nine- The awakening

Raptore was tired of walking already. He had walked farther distances, but not all in one day. Or at least he thought it was one day, it was hard to tell what time it was one deep in the ocean.

He huffed, shaking his arm to make sure that it still worked. The wound wasn't getting any better, there was rust beginning to form around its edges. He shrugged to himself, nothing that Beelzebub couldn't fix.

Or maybe she couldn't, she wasn't a medic yet. Raptore sighed, trudging along as he observed the endless blue above him getting slightly darker. It might have been nightfall.

Raptore looked around again, trying to find some kind of slope that would lead him upwards. All he could see was... Just more water. An endless blue with black blobs on its horizon.

He thought of just keeling over and falling into the sand. He was ready to just give up.

Raptore looked up again, seeing that the bright light that was above him, which he had previously assumed was the sun, was disappearing far off in the distance.

He sighed, attempting to find some place where he could rest. Before he was able to do that, he heard a beep from his scanner. Raptore pulled his old scanner from his subspace, a look of surprise on his face.

He had no idea that the damn thing still worked, and there was a signal not too far away from him. Raptore gasped slightly, a small smile appearing on his face. He finally had something.

A purpose in these depths, a spark of hope. He decided that he would follow the signal, to see if it was energon or another bot. Though there was a possibility that it was one of his friends, he sincerely hoped that it was energon.

The low fuel warning had been plaguing him for a long time now and he was beginning to dip into his emergency reserves.

Raptore changed forms, turning to his second form; the raptor. He hoped that using this form would make him slightly faster, though he knew that this was illogical. If Raptore had even used an ounce of his speed, he would sink into the sand.

He didn't give two slags about that though, he just wanted to get out of that damn ocean. Maybe whoever the bot that might be there would be a flier, and would be able to get him out

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The room was insanely dark, his optics refused to adjust. He tried to catch his breath, but it felt as if there was a cloth over his intake. Then he realized that there was, someone had thrown a blanket over his body.

He was laying on his back, and he shot up immediately as he realized what this could have meant. He tossed the blanket off of himself, gasping sharply as a throbbing pain shot through his arm.

His green optics scanned the room. He was back in his berthroom, but he didn't remember how he had gotten there. He dragged his pedes off the berth that he was laying in and stood up, attempting to use his arms as leverage.

The left one was limp, a thin stream of energon running down it. He used his other hand to gently touch the wound. It was on the upper part of his arm, but it had already been dressed, which was good.

But it still throbbed unkindly, but he dragged himself up anyway. He looked around his room again, seeing that Gearend's berth was occupied by another figure that had been covered by another thermal blanket.

He walked over hesitantly, reaching out with his good arm to move the blanket. Underneath was his friend, who looked to be offline.

"Gearend?" He whispered "Gearend, are you alright?"

He pressed two digits against Gearend's neck, trying to find a pulse. He found one, but it was quite weak.

"Okay, okay, okay." He tried to calm himself down, "What would Beelzebub do?"