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Middle Earth (predacon reader) part one

(Y/n pov)

   "(Y/n) to Wheeljack! (Y/n) to Wheeljack! I'm crash landing on an unknown planet! I'll send you the coordi--"

   Her message was cut off as she entered the planet's atmosphere, the sudden motion flinging her across them bridge. The femme hit her helm against a consol, knocking her out cold.

   "Warning. Impact in 10 seconds," a cold voice blared from their computer. "Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, tw--"

(Thorin's pov)

   My company and I watched as a star crashed into their valley below us. I was stunned. Dwalin had been there first to spot them light show, as he was on first watch.

   "Should we go and-- you know, investigate?" A voice sounded behind me. I turned to see my nephew, Kili, his face still contorted in awe at the now blazing wreckage.

   "It's on fire you halfwit, there'll be nothing to investigate by the time we get down there," the voice of the other nephew, Fili, cut through my thoughts. "And besides, why would we get off track again. We've got a destination to reach."

   I sighed. "Fili is right, Kili. We will continue on our way. That light was sure to of attracted more than just us, I am sure orcs will be swarming this place in a matter of time."

   I turned away from the valley once more and headed back to the camp. Now that we were all awake, there was no point in going back to sleep when we could just get to walking. The sun was on the rise, anyways.

(Y/n's pov)

   I gasped, my eyes shooting open. Smoke filled my vision, red flashing  lights illuminating the clouds. I rose to my peds unsteadily and made an attempt to brace myself against the main computer.

   Waving my hand to clear some of the smoke, I frantically searched for the commlink. The one in my helm wouldn't do, seeing as it was rather short distanced. I found the small switch and flipped in, flinching at the static that filled the burning room.

   "(Y/n) to Wheeljack," I hailed. Wheeljack was the one I was following when he was attacking Dreadwing. I only saw the explosions from a distance, but I knew Seaspray had perished. That means Dreadwing was now one of the top priorities on my hit list. No one kills an auto bot and gets away with it unscathed.

   Crackly silence filled my audio receptors as he did not answer.

   'Frag,' I thought. 'He must be too far away already.' This cycle was not going well. I sighed and dragged my claws over my faceplate, exasperated.
The fire was not an issue, seeing as I breathe fire, but my ship was an issue, seeing as I don't like to fly in space. And . . . It wasn't really my ship.

   I made my way through the debris, grateful I had installed the fire extinguisher (lol idk) before I left. She may not be my ship, but I was never told I couldn't upgrade her just a small amount.

     I sprayed the chemical over the leaping flames that had inhabited the engine room. Thankfully, it wasn't in too bad of a state, and could be fixed. The fire had only started because it had overheated.

Great. That was good. I could still get off of this planet-- whatever and wherever this planet was.

I shuffled back to the airlock, the acrid stench of chemicals burning my optics slightly. Sliding open the door manually, I deeply vented the clean air. It had a cool nip to it, nice and refreshing.

I sighed and changed to my predacon form. I might as well map out some of this territory. I looked back at my smoldering ship. It needed to cool before I could go back inside.

I looked to the inviting sky. 'So blue,' I thought happily. This was nothing like cyberton, there was organics every where here.

I took a giant leap off the ground, soaring into the clear sky. The pure glee from flying took away all of my previous stress about my situation.

Laughing in glee, I let my wings stretch to the atmosphere. In the distance, I could see a mountain standing tall and alone.

'Interesting, ' I thought.