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Thundercracker

Thundercracker woke with a start, a headache already forming in the back of his optics. He hissed squeezing his optic lids shut as if he was trying to will the ache away. The blue seeker then laid limp on his side while he tried to catch his breath. His vents ragged as if something was lodged deep in there and needed to be yanked out.

He swallowed thickly at his predicament. The headache growing more intense when he onlined his optics. Taking their time to focus. He supposed it was because the sun or suns where right in his face or the oddly shaped rock that was surprisingly shiny but not. His face scrunching up into a look of dislike as he squinted in confusion. He lifted his helm to see his surroundings. A groan building in the back of his throat when he got a cramp in his neck, his frame shivering when a flash of pain shot down his spine.

He'd lain his helm back down after that, trying to catch his breath as he tried to calm down his beating spark. His chest ached, his vents trying to cool down his heating frame. Then suddenly one of his vents got lodged stuck with some slag, a sharp yelp escaped his vocalizer causing it to go on the spritz.

He hesitantly began to raise a servo to his neck, massaging it absently as he thought about his options. He wasn't supposed to be here, well of course he knew he wasn't supposed to be in this weird place, but why was he sent here? And why did it have to be so painful, the voice in his head added. As he thought his optics started to get heavy and exhaustion began to creep up into his processor when he began to feel a trickle go down into his chest seams. He tried to ignore it at first but then he let out a sound of confusion when he got an alert in his HUD. He shakily raised his servo to his face and nearly shorted out.

His servo was covered in his own life blood, the bright pink liquid dripping off the tips of his digits and into the dry earth below him. He watched it in near slow motion. His optics tracking each movement, then he began to gag. His optics rolling behind his helm as he tried to process what was happening to him. He dropped his servo and started to hyperventilate. He just wanted to know what was going on. His optics beginning to leak as he panicked, broken sobs coming out his damaged voice box as he tried to comprehend what happened to him.
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He worked onsite at a reconstruction site, his work seemingly never done. He'd been over this peace stuff awhile ago, wanting to get some action again in anyway he could. And because of his restlessness Starscream had cast him out of their shared quarters and made him go do some laboring work. Although Thundercracker would never admit that it was actually working, he would find every way to complain to his trine leader that he didn't like working with ground pounders. A look of distaste was always given to any grounder that tried to chat him up. He hated this place and now he was starting to hate even going home. Skywarps antics bothering him everytime he stepped ped in the hab, a warp and just a smack in the head. He'd shout and stomp in anger because all he wanted was a break! And his trine just wouldn't give him a break.

I wake up, interface, get ready for work, leave for workm work, come home, bullying until I interface, and sleep. This cycle is getting on his nerves, all he wants is a break.. and I guess in a way he got away from this cycle.

He decided to snoop around Starscreams lab, nothing else to do with his time and touch anything and everything he deemed safe enough to touch when a portal just appeared after he'd knocked over an unfinished project with his wing. He gasped when he was sucked in so fast he had to chance of bracing himself--

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He startled awake with a wet sob, his frame shaking and seizing as he stared up at the cloudless sky. His optics starting to dim when he noticed it getting was getting dark, the suns already setting and low on the horizon. He vented steadily, calming himself down as a fresh breeze of cool air went over him, an easy sigh escaping his broken voice box as he thought about how he was going to get out of this mess.

''Quit squirming its starting to annoy me,'' A voice sneered.

Thundercrackers optics widened in shock at this, his mouth agape as he heard steps grow closer to him. His frame fighting him as he tried to raise a servo up so that whoever was coming this way would see him.

''I wouldn't be trying to escape you if you hadn't taken me without my permission,'' Another voice drawled, then he head a hum and a dim thunk, followed by a growl.

''I will beat you-''

''Hush, do you see that?''

Thundercracker let out an happy broken sob as he weakly waved his servo, trying to make as much moment he could so that they'd come his way.

''Do not think you can decive me, I see nothing.''

''It is right there, if you would use your thick helm and look for once maybe we would've found somewhere to lay camp. But nooo, you believe that if we keep treading in one direction we'll come across a huge mansion, or an inn , or-''

''Shut your intake or i'll gag you.'' Thundercrackers spark froze when he thought they might not come his way, dangerous or not he didn't want to be alone.

''I don't even have a mouth.''

There was an aggravated sigh before suddenly he seen a pair of red optics looking down at him. He gasped and reached out for the mech before him, not even caring for the similar features this mech had with the leader of the decepticons.

''Oh look maybe you did see something. But it looks dead already, we should just leave him.'' His oddly luscious lips curled up in distaste as he looked down at him. Then a pair of helm fins and a very much recognizable one eyed face popped up next to the other mech, practically pushing the other away.

''You don't see he is still functioning?'' He said as he grabbed the side of his helm, turning his face this way and that. ''His optics follow me, he could help us. Of course not now as he is unable to really do anything.''

Thundercracker watched him throughout his thorough examination, wanting to make sure he didn't touch anything too intimate. His frame starting to heat from the close proximity of the other mechs, he'd already started to freeze as the sun had gone down all the way by now. A flairup of errors then showed up on his HUD, his optics fully offlining when his body felt that these mechs were safe enough to sleep around. His frame fully slumping against the soft grass as servos worried over him, a small content smile on his face as he laid there and rested.

(Dang this took awhile to make as I didnt update this thing since last year, so yeah ima just post this and hope I can get some more views maybe lol)