Cybertron's Outcasts; The Crash Landing

Chapter Ten- The Meeting

The sun was well below the horizon when Raptore had gotten close to the source of the signal. He was tired, overextending his limbs to make his long trek quicker was a horrible idea. The ocean was now an endless pit of ink colored water and the strength of his limbs had been a useless sacrifice.

Finally, Raptore huffed, stopping to take a breath. Why in the pit did I have to land so far away?! Why did they have to be so far away?!

Raptore shook his head and swore probability to primus. He glanced around, his optics taking a bit to adjust, taking a while more because he had stopped moving. Raptore noticed as his night vision kicked in, that he was standing on the edge of what looked to be a cliff.

At the bottom of the ledge, there was a light source, but he had no idea where from. Raptore ducked behind a rock, hoping that it wasn't decepticons. With Raptore's current luck, it probably was.

He snuck towards the edge of the cliff, attempting to see what was beyond it. It was difficult, this was flat land, so if they had security, whoever they were, Raptore was screwed. He remained low, trying his best to avoid light without touching the ground.

After a few painstaking seconds of crawling about like a glitched cat, he was able to reach the ledge. Beyond was a flat ocean dotted with the typical rocks and plants, which crushed his dying hopes of ever escaping this watery hellhole alive.

But that's when he noticed the dome. A metal dome had been erected in the middle of the sandy ocean landscape; it was an eyesore in Raptore's opinion. It looked to be made of cybertronian metals, which was neither good nor bad.

It wouldn't be good if it was autobots or decepticons, he didn't enjoy the company of either faction. The autobots were too prideful, though their cause was so noble. The same went for the decepticons, but they were too violent for his taste. They both caused a good amount of unneeded damage everywhere they went.

The dome was the source of light, though Raptore was unsure why; The dome did not have windows, and the metal paneling was not transparent. He didn't see spotlights either. Where was that damn light coming from then?

Suddenly, he heard a scuffle behind him. He jumped, turning instantly. The noise came from behind a large boulder, the only one that was within sight of the dome. Raptore didn't see what had made said scuffle, but didn't dare turn his back to it, whatever it may be.

He shifted on his battle mask, which had a sharp smile painted on it, so he could speak without inhaling water; so he could protect his denta, since he was unarmed.

"Hello?!" Raptore shouted, his voice muffled by the water, "Who's there?"

He saw a blue pair of optics peek over, it looked to be a cyber cat. At first he would have guessed that it was Compton, but then he remembered that Compton's optics were yellow. Its ears were pinned back against its helm and it looked poised to strike at any moment.

"Hello?" He called again, planning his next moves carefully. He jumped when a black plated hand grabbed his shoulder. He was too focused on whose cybercat was stalking him down that he hadn't seen the bot slink out from behind another rock nearby.

Raptore didn't see who the bot was or his faction was before he was dragged by a firm elbow thrown around his neck. The bot dragged him behind the rock where the cybercat had been sitting.

He struggled against the bot until the had reached the cover of the boulder, when the bot let go of him.

"What in the pit?!" Raptore hissed, turning to face the bot.

When he did, he realized he made a fatal mistake yelling at it. The bot towered over him, being about three heads taller than him. The bots armor was gold and olive green and was angled oddly.