Transformers (TFA) Metal to Scales

The Search: Part 2

Starting off with the prime I can't stand and a grumpy medi-bot, enjoy~

-Lord Starcream

           

"I don't get it! Why don't the humans experiment their primitive stuff outside? Why do they cram all their junk in this tiny room? And why are there so many sharp tools lying around? How do they even get anything done when they're constantly being stabbed in the feet! There's nothing useful in here. Optimus has his circuits in a twist if he thinks we'll find the device in here. If I were calling the shots-"

"Sentinel..." Ratchet hissed, "would you do me a teensy little favor and shut up!?"

The blue and orange prime huffed, "I'm just saying...we're wasting our time in here."

Sentinel and Ratchet had been sent to the testing labs to find out if those pesky humans had found the device and were performing their trivial experiments on it. Ratchet only hoped that if they did find the device, it was sill in one piece after the human scientists got their hands on it.

At the time being, Ratchet's mind was trying hard to focus on finding the important device, but he found it increasingly difficult with Sentinel's constant complaining. Not to mention how dark the room was, turning on any lights was too risky for any humans on the streets outside, their only light was a large, dim skylight on the ceiling, casting an eerie white-ish glow on the lab.

The white and red dragon began digging through the drawers of every desk in sight. There had to be something in this building. Their luck was running out, and it was only a matter of time before someone found the device and tried to take it apart, or steal it, or worse...use it.

A loud crash made Ratchet slam the drawer shut and turn to see Sentinel rubbing his head with a wince, a microscope in pieces on the floor beside him.

Ratchet was fuming, "What in Primus' name was that?"

Sentinel hissed in annoyance, "Some genius thought it was a good idea to put a shelf right above this desk. As soon as I finished feverishly looking for this machine thing in the drawers, I innocently move to straighten up and bam! I'm seeing stars." He said, eyeing the now lopsided shelf above him.

"You do realize someone could have heard that!" Ratchet hissed, gesturing to the shattered microscope on the floor.

"Oh please, everyone knows organics shut down when it gets dark." Sentinel waved his claw dismissively, "They're all powered down to hear anything."

Ratchet smacked his forehead and sighed, "That's not how organics work..."

"Well, however they work, nobody's here, and unless one of the other dragons heard that stupid thing break, we can't get caught. Calm down, gramps." Sentinel rolled his bright blue eyes. Ratchet grumbled.

"Sentinel, if you're not going to help me look for this slagging box, then I'd appreciate it if you keep your oversized mouth shut and actually do something useful for once in your-fraggin'-"

Ratchet's ears perked and the medic dragon glanced up, abandoning his argument. Sentinel glared.

"No more comebacks left doc-bot?" Sentinel sneered.

Ratchet shushed him. "Listen..."

Sentinel stopped talking and strained his ears. He did hear something. Something from outside. It sounded like...loud metal clangs. Like something heavy and metallic was stumbling around on the concrete. The sound of glass shattering from a window reached his ears followed by . . . wingbeats? Wingbeats coming from inside the building. Wingbeats that were close! Too close!