Off Track

That Escalated..

Shockwave was in his lab, per usual. It was fairly quiet, just the way he liked it. His latest project was almost done with. Just a simple test, then he'd see to any bugs that needed fixing. The purple mech then picked up the remote, rubbing his thumb over the Decepticon insignia. Then pressed it.

click

Nothing happened.

Shockwave cocked his head to the side, glaring at the controller. He pressed it again, more firmly. Nothing. This mech was not one to be over come by anger, but this error made him somewhat livid . He threw the switch at the wall, it's innards flying everywhere. Another failed experiment, he needed to document this. He went over to his work bench grabbing an empty datapad, typing out his failure. He needed to make sure that Soundwave didn't find out, his engine revved angrily at the though of Soundwave making him a laughing stock, again , he couldn't afford that. Once he was done with that, he passive aggressively reached to put his datapad back on the shelf, but was stopped by- something. Nothing was physically there but he just felt the urge not to put the 'pad away. So he timidly subspaced it. He felt the weight on his shoulders lift, but was quick to move away from his work desk.

Then he felt something on his back, he whipped around quickly aiming his gun at the air. The weight went away, but then he felt it envelope him. There's nothing there! He gasped when he felt it squeeze his neck cables, making him limp. Shockwave tried to pull away, but was quickly pulled back. A warp zapped into existence, it was slow to open, then the being pushed him in. Though with great effort. Shockwave hooked his peds onto the ledge of the warp, but quickly he was hoisted up and thrown into it. 

zzzZZzAP 

Its like Shockwaves whole function flashed before his optic, his optics barely onlined. He was falling, definitely. He could feel the wind whipping around him. His optic went wide when he noticed he was about to land in a thick forest. He quickly covered his helm as he collided into the trees. Their branches snapped at him, the wild life that was resting there quickly moved with a panicked screech. A large branch appeared and he hit it with his midsection. If he could purge, he most definitely would have. It knocked the wind out of him, pain itched all throughout his body. He wheezed. He had to make sure he didn't slip down the branch, so he gripped the wood with the last of his strength. He was better off in the tree anyways. 

The chance of neighboring wildlife finding him was much lower up there. Shockwave checked his Hud, nothing was too damaged. Although his legs felt numb, nothing else was horribly damaged. Shockwave stressed over the fact that his legs wouldn't move. But his frame wished for rest, although it was very stupid of him to leave himself vulnerable , he couldn't even move his helm fins. So he sat there and went into recharge.